Dominant Enemies… and mates

Just Beginning

{ Kingsley }

I have a dinner party tonight with Laurent's parents, believe it or not.

It wasn't my idea, of course. Oliver and Daniel invited my moms to their house and then invited me too, as an afterthought. Usually I would say no, but my mother says they want to fix years of bad relationship now that Laurent is gone and we should be cordial.

I just want to go because I have a personal mission: sneak into Laurent's room again and steal something else from him that I can wear in public without fear of being charged thousands of dollars for stealing it.

As soon as we get to their house I breathe in hard, trying to inhale Laurent's scent. It's faint, but it’s still here and something is better than nothing.

"Hello, welcome," Oliver greets with a huge smile, opening the door and gesturing for us to enter. The house looks cleaner than the last time I was here (illegally) and Oliver is once again being extra nice. My mom is frowning and getting suspicious, but my alpha mother gives her hand a squeeze as if in a warning and they both start chatting with him and Daniel. I just move to the couch and sit there while I wait to be fed.

I'm wandering on my phone when suddenly I feel something next to me, like a breeze. When I turn around, I see Diory next to me and I let out a little gasp of surprise because I didn't know she was here. How is she so quiet?

"Hey... girl," I mutter, uncomfortable. Diory is looking at me with something I can't quite identify in her blue eyes, "What's up?"

"I know things," she mumbles almost without blinking and I can't do anything but stare at her silently not knowing what the hell to say. Seriously all the people in this family are crazy, "I know a lot of things."

"Diory!" Oliver calls to her from the kitchen, his hands on his waist. Diory turns to see him and they have a silent conversation for a couple of seconds.

"Ugh, okay. Umh... King, do you want to go to my room to wait while the food is ready?" she asks suddenly, with a fake smile. Oliver is still looking at us, so I can only nod and get up to follow her. This is good, at least now I have an excuse to go upstairs.

I follow Diory until we reach her room. It's the complete opposite of Laurent's room, so much so that my mouth drops open. Everything is in complete disarray, everything is on the floor or on her unmade bed. The walls are a very pretty pink but all the things she owns are black.

"Don't tell my parents I didn't pick up, I didn't have time," she says as we walk in, "Besides, you don't mind, do you?"

"No," I mumble and push my way through her stuff to sit on an empty spot on the bed, "So, what's up? Why did you want to bring me to your room?"

"I didn't want to. My dad told me to," she replies and plops down on the bed next to me. I nod, just wondering what can I say to this little girl so I can disappear for a few minutes, "Do you know where my brother was yesterday?"

"Huh?" I ask, my attention returning to her. Diory smiles in a... wicked way. She's so pretty, but she looks like she's possessed when she smiles like that, "What are you talking about?"

"My brother got in trouble because he was out drinking with people older than him, he was drunk and doing god knows what kind of wild stuff," she tells me and my eyebrows raise in surprise. That's interesting.

Laurent is not the wildest person, nor the friendliest person, so it's a little hard to imagine he got new friends so fast that he’s partying with.

"And are your parents mad at him or something?" I ask looking down at my hands, trying to act like I'm not interested.

"Super," she replies with a loud laugh, "They're mad because he said 'fück you' to my father and because he sedated his wolf or something, I don't understand why it's such a big d..."

"Wait," I spit, suddenly tense, "What do you mean by that?"

"Laurie took a pill to put his wolf to sleep. My dad said that-" I don't let her finish because I get up from her filthy bed, "Where are you going?"

"I have to go to the bathroom," I lie, walking our of her room and grabbing my phone as I get into Laurent's room, unblocking his number so I can call him, "Answer, you big fücking ïdiot.”

My hands are shaking with anger and I throw myself on his bed to call him three more times until he finally answers.

"Kingsley?" he asks, confused, "What do you want now?"

"What the fück were you thinking last night? Why did you put your wolf to sleep? What was going on?" I demand, looking straight ahead with a frown. I'm not stupid, I know exactly the kind of things that wouldn't look good to my Alpha but that Laurent is perfectly fine doing, "Speak up, ässhole!"

"Really, Kingsley? Who do you think you are?" he asks, his voice sounding low and tired, "Why do you care?"

"I care about him," I answer, clenching my hand on my phone, "I want to know what was going on."

"I was at a club with an omega I wanted to fück and he wasn't giving me his approval," he blurts out suddenly, making me feel like... an immediate emptiness in my stomach, "Look, let’s be mature for the first time, I sincerely have no idea what we're doing. Or why. I’m… I’m done with these kid’s games we play, okay? I need to grow up and you need it even more.”

“It’s not the ‘games we play’, it’s actually just you most of the fücking time,” I mutter, annoyed.

“Oh, really? Weren’t you supposed to be done with my wolf and your relationship with him? Weren't you set on getting him to leave you alone while you went after other alphas, begging them to fück your needy ass? Why are you now trying to find out what's going on in my life, Kingsley?"

I want to yell and tell him to fück off, but I force myself to not react as I normally would. I need to show him that even if he’s a year older than me he’s actually dumber and more immature.

"Fine, let’s both be real for once. I don't care about you one bit or what you do, but I do love him," I admit. Even though I know he knows that, I've never told him before, "And he loves me. He's waiting for me, so I don’t think it’s fair you p…”

"No, he's not," he spits, interrupting me and making me feel icy again. I know he's lying, but the conviction in his words makes me hesitate, "I mean, he does love you or whatever, but he's not waiting for you, okay? You broke up with him and now he’s over you. We both know that when we get back to Fallonmore and you are a mature wolf, everything is going to change. We know that this stuff we feel is just childishness."

He can't be that stupid, can he? Isn't he supposed to have the best grades of the generation? How does he not know we're fated mates?

This situation is so annoying. He is so annoying, he makes me feel like I’m dumb just by talking to him five minutes.

"Okay, Laurent. Sorry to bother you with my childishness," I blurt out, sarcastically, "I hope it went well with that omega, I hope they let you do all those perversions you draw with me as the main character, because your sick fantasies are never going to be fulfilled. You’ll never get to fück who you really want.”

I end the call then and get out of here, forgetting my initial plan to get a shirt. I don’t care anymore.

Once again there is no doubt that Laurent is the worst of the worst. I can't believe I’m still letting him bring me down. I can't believe my stomach is still churning with his words, with knowing he fücked someone else.

It shouldn't be something that hurts me... but it does.

I can't stop thinking about it, about someone else touching my Alpha, kissing him, making him feel good. It should only be my right, not someone else's.

"Are you okay, King?" Daniel asks suddenly as we're eating dinner, pulling me out of my thoughts. I think he can smell the misery I'm feeling.

"I’m super okay, Mr. Daniel," I reply with a fake smile, looking at his stupid face with annoyance because he looks so much like Laurent, I want to punch him. Daniel frowns in confusion as I stare at him, "What are you going to do about Laurent?"

"Huh?" he asks, moving his head to the side.

"About his disturbing behavior in Tallahide? You're just going to let him do whatever he wants? Let him have unprotected sëx with unknown omegas?" I spit without being able to stop myself, but when there's a stony silence at the table I realize that maybe I shouldn’t have.

"Kingsley," my mother mutters through her teeth, petrified, her hand goes to my leg and she pinches me, making me squeal, "Be quiet, that's incredibly inappropriate."

"I'm sorry," I mumble, but raise my eyes to Oliver and Daniel again, who are just in shock and don't know what to say, "You didn't know that? Laurent just called to tell me. He's very proud of everything he's doing without your supervision.”

"That's enough, I don't want to hear another word," blurts out my mom next to me, looking at me like she doesn't know what's wrong with me, "I'm serious. Shut your mouth."

I have no choice but to do just that... but not before saving my ass.

"I'm sorry if that was inappropriate, the last thing I want to do is get Laurie in more trouble," I lie in a fake voice, but I don't think it's working because Oliver is looking at me with narrowed eyes, studying me, "I'll stay quiet now, I'm sure you guys know how to deal with your own son."

Or not.

Dinner gets incredibly awkward after that as my moms and Laurent’s parents try to ignore the elephant in the room and talk about other things.

As soon as we're in the house, my mother stares at me.

"What?"

"What was that? That language and those things you were saying? The way you were talking to an older alpha, with no respect at all?" She spits, incredibly angry. Her tone makes my shoulders slump and my gaze drop, "Everything was going fine until you brought up that conversation, why did you do that?"

"To mess with Laurent. I wanted to get him in trouble with his parents, it's just payback for the times he's gotten me in trouble with you guys," I admit in a whisper, looking down. My mother shakes her head.

"I see now," she mutters under her breath and when I look up again at her I see her nodding, "You've never been as innocent in these fights with Laurent as we think you are. I saw a side of you today that I didn't like one bit, you were being manipulative and instigating trouble despite how well everything was going. I'm very disappointed in you."

"But..." I start, but she silences me with a heavy look, "I'm sorry."

"Go to your room. You're not leaving the house until Monday, just straight to school and back. That's the way it's going to be all week."

"Okay," I mumble and walk to the stairs stomping up each step.

{ Laurent }

"What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" my dad asks as soon as he answers my call the next morning.

I'm in the same coffee shop I go to every day, trying to make sure my dad isn't too mad.

"I'm sorry? I love you?" I try, but he doesn't seem happy about it, "Daddy, I'm really sorry for talking to my father like that, but other than that I don't understand why you guys are so mad. The last time I got drunk you didn't make this much drama... in fact, you were the one who got me the booze and even recorded us drunk as if it was funny."

"Of course it was funny when you were with your cousins and I had you under our own roof, under my supervision," he replies and my eyes narrow.

That's the problem. My parents have no problem giving me supposed 'freedom' as long as it's in our house or in our clan.

It's fake. They are so fake.

"I'm older now, okay?" I say, trying to sound confident but my dad immediately snorts, "I am! I'm legally an adult. Humans leave their parents’ home and make their own at this age."

"Humans are stupid and don't love their pups, that's why they throw them out. But that's not going to happen with us and I don't care how much you whine. I'm not going to let you be friends with that Christian guy either. Your Uncle Rodrick says he can't be trusted and I believe him. Please, don't go out with him again."

"Okay, Dad. I won't," I say, but it's a lie. I feel a little bad, but at the same time I don't.

"Good, but now I want to talk about something more important," he says, his voice getting more serious, "We had dinner with the Seongs last night. And Kingsley told us that you had unprotected s*x with an unknown omega."

"What?!" I spit, a little too loud so I got the attention of several people around me.

That fücking albino rat, how dare he? And why the f**k are they having dinners with them?

"Do I really have to tell you how bad that is? I always thought you were smart and wouldn't do stupid shït like that. The last thing you want is to have a kid at this age, believe me," he adds rather emphatically.

"Dad, for God's sake," I growl under my breath quite careful of my tone of voice, but unable to take this stupidity, "That's not true, I only told Kingsley that to make him angry. But he added things to it. I just told him I was going to... do that with someone. Why would I say I did it without protection?He's obviously lying."

"The details don't matter," he complains, careful not to yell too, "But why even say something like that at all! God, I seriously want to strangle you. All you have to do is leave Kingsley alone, lose his number, don’t speak to him again. For the moment. You're doing nothing but ruining everything for yourself."

"What do you mean?" I ask, failing to understand, "Dad? Kingsley and I fight all the time, okay? It doesn't have to be such a big deal. He called me, for starters. And besides... why do you care so much about Kingsley?"

"I care about you, Laurie. Your future, your life, your... anything that has to do with you," he blurts out, being extra dramatic, "While you're away, I'm trying to mend the relationships you ruined with the Seongs. We want to keep them happy."

"Why?" I ask, confused. My dad takes a big deep breath and I wait for his answer with narrowed eyes, but it doesn't come, "Dad... this is getting weirder and weirder. You guys said this was a gap year for me, right? That it was for me to get to know myself and to be 'free', right? Like a vacation?"

"Mhh, maybe," he mutters.

"Then why do I feel more guarded and suffocated than ever? Why does it feel like this is a punishment?" I ask, frowning, "And why is my father adding months to my 'gap year' like it's a prison sentence?"

"Don't be silly, we're just overprotective parents," my dad replies a few seconds later, letting out a fake laugh, "I'll call you later, okay, love? Take care of yourself and lose Kingsley's number. Bye."

I stand with the cell phone in my hand and a confused look on my face as the call ends.

I don't understand anything.