Dominant Enemies… and mates

Keep The Peace

{ Kingsley }

"Hey, hey, no," my alpha starts to say, his gaze suddenly more intense. I wouldn't know for sure because I don’t have him in front of me but I think this is just my alpha and Laurent left, "It's not like that at all, okay? Please don't even think about something like that. Laurent is a dumb boy but he has never thought about hurting you. I wouldn't allow it."

"Then what is this?!" I demand, moving the drawing again, my heart still pumping hard.

I haven't stopped being in this tachycardic state since I managed to run away from Laurent's house. I need answers so I can figure out how to feel because right now I'm just... I don't know. I don't know how I am. My soul left my body the moment I saw these ten drawings of me. Naked, in different poses, with my whole damn body on display, with parts that even I haven't seen: my hole, for example. In extreme detail. Everything has extreme detail.

"Listen," he closes his eyes and my stomach feels empty. I thought he was going to tell me right away that he has nothing to do with it and that it's just Laurent being fücking creepy, "It's just... fantasies, okay? I know it looks bad, but you should never have seen it. I feel horrible, I made you feel bad."

"Yeah. You made me feel bad. Did you draw them, Alpha?" I demand. His eyes are still closed, but he shakes his head. This is confusing, "So it was him? Why are you helping him? Give him back so I can yell at him."

"Laurent did the drawings. He started it on his own,” he blurts out, opening his eyes only to look down, looking like a kicked puppy, "But... I like them too. You're my mate, Kingsley, you're the source of all my desires but I can't have you physically, so I obviously like to see that. I feel horrible because I know it's a way of disrespecting you, but I can't help but like it. I'm so sorry."

I swallow and stay silent for a few seconds. I can't be mad at him. He's just a primitive animal, it's... understandable.

"I'm not mad at you, Alpha. I understand," I say in a softer voice, trying to make him feel better and his eyes finally lift to meet mine, "But Laurent has no right to do that, not when he's spent his whole life criticizing my body and my looks, while doing this shït? Not to mention the stuff he draws is super creepy. I don't like that. I don't want that. I don't trust him, I would never let him tie me up like that."

I can see his shoulders deflate a little with disappointment and it almost makes me laugh.

"But would you let me?" he asks, with hope in his eyes.

God, he's so cute. I hate it.

"I don't know, but it's not something I fantasize about," I make it clear to him, "And I don't want to talk about this anymore, let Laurent come back so he can hear what I have to say."

"I'm sorry, baby, but he doesn't want to," he mumbles and my eyes narrow at him, "I promise you that..."

"Fine. Take his side," I interrupt him and end the call. I don't want him to keep telling me the same thing and defending Laurent so I block his number immediately and then look back down at my bed where the drawings are.

Now I can't help but imagine Laurent drawing me in such detail... alone in his room after a day of being horrible to me, going so far as to sit at his desk and start fantasizing about me in different positions.

I already knew Laurent wanted me because it's impossible not to. His wolf loves me, therefore he has to feel something because of it. I’m in the same predicament, but doing this is... intentional. It's different. And I still don't quite know how to feel. I can't stop looking at the drawings and thinking about how he touches himself with me as the main character of his sick fantasies.

My body starts to react when I think about it but I just grunt and shake my head. It's too late to still be thinking about this. I take the drawings and the letter and hide them under my mattress because anywhere else my mom would find them immediately and then it would be a monumental problem.

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The next day I go downstairs when the doorbell rings and I open the door for Lisa, taking her hand to pull her to my room because I can't waste any more time. I need someone else's opinion on this and she's the only person I trust.

"Hi, Annalise!" Lisa shouts as we’re running down the stairs and my mom greets her with a shout as well. I get to my room and as soon as we are inside, I lock the door, "God, how much drama. Can you tell me what this is about now?"

"Okay," I start and blurt out the story of everything that happened last night. Lisa's mouth opens wider and wider a she listens and at the end she can only blink, "Do you want to see them?"

"Do you want to show them to me? Isn't it... uncomfortable for you?" she asks, but I just shake my head and lift my mattress to take them out, leaving my letter hidden there because it has nothing to do with this, "Holy shït! What the hell? They're worse than I expected!"

"Isn't he the most psycho person in the world?" I blurt out, breathing hard as Lisa flips through the drawings, her eyes close to falling out of her head, "And my Alpha is defending him! How dare he?"

"King..." she shakes her head and puts the drawings down on the bed, "Okay, let's keep calm. This is weird, yes... very weird. But, why are you so angry? Don't you feel a little, I don't know, flattered? This is just confirmation of what we already knew, Laurent thinks you're hot and all that stuff he says to you is just words to make you mad."

"How the hell am I going to be flattered that someone wants to tie me up like that? That he wants to see me in such fücking demeaning and humiliating positions?" I exclaim, starting to get angry again. Stupid Laurent.

"I don't know, I'd be... like, up for it, you know?" she asks and I can only look at her with a grimace of disgust, "What?! Don't look at me like that. What kind of pörn do you like, then?"

"I don't watch pörn," I admit and Lisa looks at me like I just said something unbelievable, "I've never had the urge."

"That's weird, King, almost weirder than this," she says with a laugh, making me frown, "I know you touch yourself, so how the hell do you do it? You just... think about stuff?"

Not about stuff. I think about him. So I understand him a little, but I've absolutely never thought about that kind of weird stuff, just normal stuff. Like his body on top of mine, kissing me.

"I guess," I shrug and Lisa laughs again, "What? Is it really weird? You think I'm... boring?"

"Yeah, a little," she admits, still laughing. This time I get annoyed so I jump in to try to pull her hair. Lisa pushes me off and we end up wrestling on my bed, laughing. When we get tired, we both lie down together, "But seriously. I think it's hot... imagine being completely under his control."

"I'd rather die," I growl, my hairs rising at the thought, "It has to be like this just because I'm an omega? Fück that. What if I want to tie him up?"

"Do you want to be the one fücking him?" she asks, horrified, "No way."

"Uh, no," I grimace. That doesn't feel right at all, "Just... how about I tie him up and... like, ride him while he's tied up?"

"Uhm, it could be hot, I guess," she murmurs, though the truth is, she's as much of a virgin as I am, we have no idea what we're talking about, "See? People like that kind of thing, it's not that weird. And he's an alpha, it's natural for him to want to dominate you. Especially Laurent, because of his condition. I seriously recommend you watch porn, you might find something about yourself, maybe it aligns with him."

Huh.

I keep thinking about it all day and at night, I give it a try. I grab my phone and start looking for stuff. But it's annoying because there's only human stuff and it's all boring, humans are ugly, how do people like this? Also, I have to make more effort to look for videos with only guys. Nothing looks interesting, none of these guys look like Laurent. Like my Alpha, I mean.

Although after searching and searching, I slowly start to feel horny and even though I didn't find anything, I toss my phone aside and start thinking about the usual. About my Alpha, tall and so strong, wearing his football uniform and coming into my room to tell me how much he wants me. He starts undressing in front of me, looking at me like he wants to consume me completely and when I finally feel him on top of me, he....

I come before I can force myself to think of anything 'fun'. Fück, I am boring.

But the only thing I know for sure is that I don't want under any circumstances to recreate in real life that specific drawing that keeps popping up in my head.

{ Laurent }

"Hey, Taffy?" someone asks behind me as I'm waiting to pick up my coffee to go back to my table and finish my exam. I frown and turn to look at him, it's Christian, Alpha of Tallahide, "How are you, kid? Are you liking the clan?"

No. I'm bored all the time. It's been a month now and I still can't get used to being all alone. The only time I had fun was when Aunt Lucinda came to visit me with the twins and I managed to get out of my apartment with someone else.

"Hello, Sir," I reply with a forced smile, "Sure, it's a lot of fun here."

Christian stares at me with a stupid grin and interest in his eyes that travel all over my face, as if he is studying me.

Christian is a young alpha and his presence makes my wolf uncomfortable, but I've been taking my father's advice to calm him down and stop him from feeling threatened by every single alpha that approaches me. Especially him because everyone keeps telling me that I shouldn't have any problems with this guy.

The barista calls my name and I move to pick up my coffee, thinking the conversation is over and ready to go back to my table, but Christian is still here, looking at me.

"Have you been out at night yet?" he asks, "The best thing about my clan is the clubs, I'm very proud of the nightlife. And please, just call me Christian. Everything is relaxed here, I guess you're not used to it with how uptight things are in your clan."

"Yeah," I fake laugh, "Uh, I haven't been out at night. I don't have any friends yet and I don't think it's fun to go out alone so..."

"Oh, right," he nods and I just look at my table trying to get him to understand that I need to get back there, "Then give me your number. I'll call you this Friday and we'll go out together, I'm going to show you what's good."

Fück my life. I smile like I think it's cool and we exchange numbers. And then he finally leaves me alone to go back to my table, but my wolf is still feeling stressed by his presence so I keep looking at him as he orders his coffee.

I find it odd that he's the Alpha and no one here stands up to talk to him. When he comes out of the coffee shop people smile at him or nod respectfully but no one tries to talk to him. That would never happen with my uncle or my grandfather, people always attack them for a chat every time they walk in somewhere.

But that's normal, I guess, the guy is new to his position. And besides, who cares? I don't.

I spend the rest of the week trying to come up with the perfect excuse to get out of his invitation or wishing he has forgotten about it, but Friday afternoon I get his call.

"Hey, Laurent, are you ready for tonight? I have a lot of stuff planned for us," he says as soon as I answer and I can only clench my eyes. He didn't even ask me, what the fück is wrong with him? He thinks I'm just going to accept his fücking way? "I'll come pick you up and show you around, okay? I'll be at your apartment at ten."

"Ah... sure," I mumble, against everything in me. I have a sneaking suspicion that if I refuse I'll be in trouble and that's the last thing I need if I want to return to Fallonmore in January, "I'll be ready."