Dominant Enemies… and mates

Bad Idea

[ 8 years old ]

{ Laurie }

Kingsley is not a nice boy like I thought he was at first. He's always doing things I don't like in the classroom, he's always getting up without permission and talking nonstop to various people, but I especially don't like it when he comes up to pick on me and wants to push me to misbehave.

Ever since that time I got detention because of him and my parents scolded me so much that I cried for two hours straight, I've been avoiding him.

But it's been a year and he still won't give up, he still pushes me to go play with him and let my wolf out. And sometimes when I’m weak, I actually go with him.

He's not even nice about it anymore, he's getting meaner and meaner to me when I refuse to let my wolf out, but I keep refusing because I just don't like Kingsley anymore.

I don't want him to be my friend, but he doesn't get it and keeps pushing me and pushing me.

And unfortunately, my wolf is mad at me for being mad at him.

My wolf really likes Kingsley, so much that sometimes he forces his way out and makes me run away from my house to go play with him. He doesn’t care that I would be in immense trouble if my parents found out about that.

He just wants to be with King. And he wants to be with him all the time.

Every time it's lunchtime he looks forward to Kingsley coming over to beg me to let my wolf out. And I continue to refuse as much as I can, even if my wolf hates me because of it. I will refuse until he understands I don’t like him.

But today is not looking good for me. This is one of the days when my wolf is really upset and needs to see King. He's making me look at the clock every two seconds, waiting for it to be twelve so we can go out and not exactly to eat, even though I'm starving. My wolf wants to play with King first and eat later.

As soon as we leave for lunch, Kingsley grabs my hand like he owns it and pulls me with him into the yard, pushing me to let him out. And my wolf obviously wants to, but this time he doesn't take control of my body completely, maybe because I'm annoyed and I'm not okay with playing with this boy who is so mean to me.

"Why are you still here?" King complains, annoyed with me for not giving full control to my wolf. I roll my eyes, which makes him angrier so he raises his hands, brings them to my wolf ears and he pulls on them, hard, "Give me my wolf. You leave, dumb boy!"

That's it. He's not a good person.

I growl and push him with all my might until I have him pressed against a wall. When I have him pinned there, he raises his arm to push me with it but he's too small to do that. All he manages to do is make me grunt and act without thinking.

I bite his arm hard to make him understand that he can't treat me that way... except maybe I bit too hard because I taste blood and he lets out a cry so high and loud that several people run to us in a matter of seconds.

I can't make myself care because I have his blood in my mouth and it tastes... it tastes really good. Oh, it's really delicious.

Oh my god.

I look down at Kingsley as he cries in pain and I consider biting him again, not because I'm angry yet but because I feel like I need that blood to live. I should bite on his neck next time, that looks like it would be more delicious, and more blood would come out.

Apparently I have detention again, but my wolf takes the lead and refuses to move from here even as the teachers scold me and threaten to call my father, taking Kingsley away from me like he’s a victim.

My wolf doesn't care about their threats, he growls and won't let anyone near him, he just keeps thinking about how delicious the blood is.

King's blood. His King.

And he refuses to leave my mind, which annoys everyone so much that they skip the threat of detention and just call my father to come and pick me up.

As soon as we're inside his truck my alpha father yells at me like he's never yelled at me before. I know I would care more if my wolf wasn't in control right now.

"You can't bite anyone. I didn't think I would have to tell you that but I guess I must. Biting someone is a serious offense and if you were older I'd have to fücking arrest you," he continues, breathing hard and shaking his head. I don't think biting my King counts as a crime, "You shouldn't be out at school, Alpha. The next time that happens I'm going to start medicating my son so you can’t come out again for a long, long time, do you understand that?"

My jaw clenches and I refuse to answer, but under my father's gaze and the Alpha power he wields over me, I am forced to nod.

"Now give me back Laurie," he says and my wolf complies. He steps away and leaves me alone with my angry father. I immediately start shaking, "You really disappointed me, Laurent."

This is the first time he’s ever called me Laurent. I start crying so much that I can't answer anything, I can't even defend myself as I would like to. And when I have to get out of the truck and go into the house, I find that my daddy is mad at me too.

That breaks my heart even more.

"It wasn't my fault!" I immediately defend myself, but my daddy just folds his arms on his chest, "I swear."

"I'd like to believe you, but you're usually so good at controlling your wolf," he says, "I think you're just starting to misbehave. You’re not my good boy anymore.”

"No. No Daddy," I reply, my voice breaking, "It's really not my fault. My wolf is more insistent when it comes to that damn stupid boy."

"Laurent!" growls my father behind me, making me cringe with fear, "What is that language?!"

"I can't help it. I hate him!" I cry, clenching my hands to my face. This is all his fault, my parents had never treated me like this until he came along, "He's mean and dumb and ugly. His white hair is disgusting!"

"Oh my god, don't say things like that ever again," my daddy says, gasping in horror, "We don't talk about people like that, okay? We don't talk about their bodies or faces or hair. It's not a nice thing to do. Don't turn into a mean boy. You're sweet."

"I'm not mean. He is," I say, but I calm down a little when my daddy grabs my face in his strong hands, "He pulled on my wolf ears, called me a dumb boy.”

"Still, you can't bite him. You can't bite anyone, ever. I'll talk to his mothers if he tries to make fun of you again, okay? Just don’t ever take matters into your own hands again."

"Okay."

I hate Kingsley with all my might. My daddy said I’m not a good boy anymore and my father had never said he is disappointed in me before.

All of this is just his fault. I truly hate him.

The next day he sits next to me just to annoy me but there’s no free seats so I have to stay here.

I can see that he stares at me all the time, the whole damn day he doesn't take his eyes off me and it makes my whole skin feel like there's something crawling all over my body. Literally. I can feel my wolf getting impatient again, but I try to control him.

‘Please dont do this to me wolf. Don’t do this again. Not here. Wait until I’m home.'

My wolf is listening to me... until i feel something touch my ear and my whole body shivers. I look to my side and have to clench my fists again to stop myself from punching Kingsley's face. He touched my human ear.

"You can't touch me."

"Why not?"

"You're contagious. Your ugliness will transfer to me," I blurt out and the kids behind us laugh at my joke. King turns red and stops looking at me.

I think I've found a way to make him stop annoying me.