Dominant Enemies… and mates

Troublemaker

I wake up under the covers of my bed, somewhat disoriented.

"Come on, King," my mother says, coming into my room. She immediately starts picking up my dirty clothes, "It's time for school, baby. Why did you sleep with the windows open?! It's freaking snowing! Look at this mess."

"Ugh, I don't know, Mom," I whine and get up, not realizing I'm naked until my mom gasps. I freeze in fear that she magically knows what happened last night.

"The window open and you're naked?! You're going to catch a cold, Kingsley!" she whines with a frown but I let out the air inside me with relief. At least she's not thinking I slept with a random man who snuck into my room in the wee hours of the morning. "And why did you even think to sleep naked? What if the house catches on fire and we have to run out?"

"Then I'd shift to wolf and run faster," I reply with obviousness, rolling my eyes at her back. Sometimes she's so annoying, "Mom, I can clean my room myself."

"You'd think you could, but since you never do I guess we're wrong," she mutters with a hint of passive-aggressiveness. I shake my head and walk to my bathroom to start getting ready.

There's no dance practice today and it's snowing outside so I throw on some jeans and a light sweater to wear under my jacket, happy to cover my entire body because I'm still not recovered from yesterday's breakdown. And my face absolutely hasn't recovered either, my eyes look puffy and more horrible than usual. I walk to my mom's room and steal some of her makeup to try to hide it.

During breakfast my moms are talking about something they have to do today, lost in their romantic bubble and they even leave the house while I'm still eating breakfast. They left me here alone without even asking if I wanted a ride to school. How dare they? That’s very rude.

I leave my house kicking through the snow in my boots wishing and praying that Laurent is already at school. And it seems that way, except that as soon as I hit the main street to head to school, a car pulls up beside me.

"Get in, King," a girl's voice says to me so I turn around. It's Laurent's little emo sister, Diory. And he’s driving looking straight ahead as if he doesn't realize I'm here.

I don't trust him. As soon as I try to get in his car he's going to drive away and I'm going to fall down and die.

"No, thanks. I'll keep walking," I say with a fake smile.

"My brother was the one who had the idea to stop and pick you up. He wants you to get in," she says with a tired tone and I can see Laurent turn to her with murder in his eyes. I just narrow mine. He absolutely has evil intentions.

"No thanks times two," I repeat. Laurent looks up at me now, his beard from last night is gone and his cheeks look pink. He’s so pretty he looks almost angelic.

"Well, keep walking. Maybe then you'll finally lose some weight," he says, opting to spit out his favorite insult. Awesome, just what I needed. I can see Diory's blue eyes widen with shock, but I can't even tell Laurent to go kill himself because he drives away, thank god, because my eyes start to fill with tears again.

"No. Stop it,” I say to myself and raise my hands to cover my eyes. I can't spend all day crying again, "Fück him, he's an ässhole. And it's nothing new."

But I don't want to see his face again. I really don't. So, instead of continuing to walk I grab my phone and call Lisa.

"Hey, babe, where are you?"

"At uni, why?" she asks, I sigh. I wanted to spend the day with her, "I have a couple of free hours, actually, do you want to come? We can go for a coffee or something."

"Yeah! I'm on my way!" I reply and change my trajectory. I need to take the trolley to get to the university which means I have to be a polite citizen, greet people and make light conversation with some of them before finally arriving at the university. Lisa is waiting at the entrance in a giant fluffy pink coat. I love her.

Maybe I'll get in trouble for skipping school two days in a row, but I just don't care right now. Being with her makes everything better.

I hug her as soon as I get to her and we walk to her new car together while I tell her I didn’t feel like going to school today.

"Why did you order a black coffee?" Lisa asks with a disgusted frown when we finish paying, "Now I feel like a pig."

Lisa ordered a big frappé with whipped cream and caramel. It's my favorite.

"I'm trying to... you know, lose some weight and stuff," I mumble looking down because it's fücking embarrassing to talk about it, but she's my best friend. And when I raise my eyes again and look at her frown I know I've got a storm coming.

"Are you serious? How much could you possibly weigh, King? Fifty kilos soaking wet?"

Yeah, right. I wish.

"Have you ever looked at my fat äss?" I spit towards her and Lisa pauses to think about it.

"Hmm, no. Let me see?" she asks and I turn to show her my butt but I should have known better. Lisa spanks me so hard that I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from making a noise. Fortunately there aren't many people around, "You’re an ïdiot. And your äss isn't even big, it's just juicy. You seriously lost your mind this time, King. I can't believe you're saying that. Where did it come from?"

From looking in the mirror, I want to say, but before I can answer, the barista announces that our drinks are ready.

"Can you keep this one for yourself, Dylan? And please give me another one just like this," she says, pulling another five dollar bill out of her coat, not asking my opinion on the matter, then hands me her frappé, "I can't deal with that dumb stuff. If you ever call yourself fat again I'm going to kill you, you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because then I’m fat too, so every time you think that about yourself, you're calling me fat. And you don't want to do that to your bestie, do you?"

"But that's not true," I say, looking down at her slim body.

"We look exactly the same! We share clothes all the time, do you think you could fit into them if you were really fat?"

"I couldn't fit in your pants the other day, remember?"

"But that's because your äss is juicy and mine is thirsty. But that sounds more like the opposite of a problem" she says and rolls her eyes before smiling at Dylan, who now knows all about my insecurities and my juicy äss. He smiles politely at me before handing over the new drink and we walk out of the coffee shop to sit at a table outside, "So... when did this start?"

"When I went to my old clan, I guess. My family wouldn't stop talking about how much I grew up and how big I am and... I don't know, I just realized that Laurent is r..."

"That jerk," she spits, interrupting me, "Are you still letting him bring you down?"

"I try not to, but I can't. Even without having contact with him his words are still in my head all the time," I admit, looking down, "He's so cruel I can't help but notice the honesty in his words. He's my number one hater and he sees flaws in me that maybe you don't see because you love me."

"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said," she blurts out, eyes tired, “He only says mean things to hurt you and you eat it up every single time. Laurent only says what he knows will hurt you the most and he knows because you're incredibly obvious with everything you feel. The first time he called you fat was one time you bumped into a guy in the middle of a hallway and it was a complete harmless joke, but you exploded at him and let him know how much that word hurt you. Ever since then every time you piss him off he calls you that, can't you see he's just doing it to be a jerk? If anything, he’s the fat one.”

"Right," I mutter, remembering that moment. The first time he called me that in front of everyone I thought I was going to die. I didn't eat for almost two days.

"You always make it easy for him to pick on you, that's why he keeps doing it," Lisa continues, shaking her head, "But we both know how badly he wants to fück you. Do you think he'd find you attractive if he really thought all that stuff he says? If he really thought you were an ugly, disgusting, fat w***e, rat?"

"He's not the one who wants me, though."

"Oh, please," she says, rolling her eyes. She knows what happened that day in the maintenance room. I laugh at the face she made and then I decide she's kind of right. At least I think I shouldn't give him so much power over me. I shouldn't let him ruin the things I love most, like eating junk food or wearing tiny clothes that show off my whole body.

I spend the rest of the day with Lisa and come home in the afternoon to hang out with my moms, taking advantage of the fact that they don't know yet that I haven't been to school in two days.

And then I go to sleep.

"Hey, King," someone says suddenly, touching my face. I'm asleep, but there's a scent near me that I love. I inhale deeply and I let out a happy sigh. It smells so warm, “I’ve missed you being sweet.”

I don’t know what that means but I cuddle against his huge, warm body and bury my nose on his neck.

“Baby, wake up, I want to talk to you,” he says, his hand moving on my hair and another hand falling on my waist, “Wake up.”

I stand still when I feel one of his legs getting in between mine and I realize this isn’t a dream. He really is here in my bed.

"What the f**k are you doing here?" I gasp, sitting up and moving back so he’s no longer touching me, "Get the fück out!"

"It's just me, baby," he replies quietly, sitting up too. He's wearing dumb pajama pants and an oversized shirt.

"I don't care, I don't want you here," I blurt out immediately, "I really don't even want to breathe your scent right now, just get out."

My Alpha is shocked by my harsh words.

"Where did you go today? Why didn't you go to school?" He asks, trying to touch me again, but I don't let him.

"It's none of your business. I do whatever the hell I want. Get out. Fücking move, ässhole!" I spit out, with more conviction than before. He stares at me with confusion. He always manages to convince me in the end. But not anymore, "I said get out!"

"Everything about you is of the utmost importance to me and you know that," he says quietly, as if offended, "Kingsley, please, don’t treat me like this. I've been worried all day. I've been missing you all day, I can't stand being without you anymore."

"I know you're just an animal, but you can't be this dumb," I say, being malicious on purpose. I've really never been like this with him, only with Laurent. But now I don't care, "Do you really think I'm going to be happy to see you, after what Laurent does to me? I don't want to look at your face, you make me sick. I'm sick of Laurent mistreating me and sick of you coming to play with me. I just want you to get the fück out of my life and never come back.”

"That's not going to happen," he replies after a few seconds of silence, "I can't control the human all the time. I can't change the things he's done, but that's not my fault. You're my mate, Kingsley. I'm just waiting for your presentation so you can see for yourself what I see. Once it's official, the human will understand."

"You're the one who still doesn't understand. I don't care if you’re my mate or not. Mother Nature can't force anything on me," I say in a low, slow voice, "I don't want to be with you. I don’t want you to be my Alpha anymore. Just leave me alone.”

{ Laurent }

No one talks to me, except my dad.

My attitude has been so fücking horrible lately that I'm in trouble with everyone, including my cousins, my sister and now my alpha father.

My omega dad sits at the table with me and lets out a sigh, looking at me deeply.

It's been about eight years now that I've felt like I'm nothing but a nuisance in their lives, but today I felt it more than ever.

"It's really hard to anger your father, Laurie," he begins, looking... lost. Like he doesn't know what to do with me anymore. My heart starts pumping. Despite how much he's scolded and punished me these past few years, my dad is my biggest love and I don't want him to be disappointed in me.

"No, he's not. He's always mad at you," I mutter in an attempt to lighten the mood, moving the cup in my hands. My dad gave me tea in hopes that I would 'calm down' but I think an inhibitor is more necessary.

"That's different, it's just... our thing," he replies with a little smile that makes me grimace, "But with other people Daniel never loses his temper, you know that. He's the most stable person I know. That's why I don't understand how this was even possible and he refuses to tell me. So, please, just tell me."

"It's my dominant pheromone's fault," I spit with another grimace. That pheromone is nothing but a pain in my äss, "My father can't subdue me anymore and earlier when he yelled at me... my wolf didn't like that. I said stupid things I shouldn't have said."

That's very common in me, I realize. I thought it only happened with King, but apparently not.

I'm just a bad person in general.

“Uh? What did you say?”

"I said... that he wasn't a real father to me because he never wanted me and wasn’t even present in my early years. I said that you should never have forgiven him. That you and I would be happier in Delton," I blurt out with my stomach in knots and my dad goes completely silent, dumbfounded, "I'm sorry, I really am. I-I don't know why I said it, it just came out."

"But... what do you know about that?" he asks, frowning in complete confusion, "Where the hell did that come from, Laurent? You were just a kid when we got back, I haven't even talked about it with you. How the hell do you know?"

"Grandma told me we used to live in Delton because you were mad at him about something, that’s all I know," I mutter, looking down at the cup again, I feel horrible. And more so because I can smell that my dad isn't happy with me either, "God, I really don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know why I say those things. They just come out of my mouth. I'm a horrible person."

"You're not a horrible person, you're just a teenager," he mumbles, shaking his head, "But, yeah, that was a horrible thing to say. Your father loves you very, very much. I don't think you have any idea of how lucky you are, Laurent."

"Of course I do, it's just that..."

"No," he stops me, his voice annoyed now so I shut my mouth immediately, "You're a spoiled brat who's always had everything handed to him. You have no idea how fücked up some parents are and how lucky you are to have Daniel, who just does everything he possibly can to make us all happy. He has never stopped being good to you, even though his own father was a piece of shït. He doesn't deserve you saying that. Why were you even fighting?"

I have to swallow and look down so he doesn't notice my eyes are red.

"He thought I was being rude to Diory, but we were just playing around," I answer a few seconds later, "Dad came to defend her as always and I felt... angry. I told him I know he loves her more than me because she was wanted. That's how it started."

My dad drops his head in his hands.

"She wasn't very wanted either," he mumbles through his teeth before looking up at me again, "Laurent, you can't keep attacking everyone like that. What's gotten into you lately? You used to be such a sweet kid. Did I fück you up somehow? I really don’t understand.”

"I don't know, Dad. It’s not your fault. My new designation is causing some weird stuff in me," I reply and my dad sighs. But I'm lying.

My problem is Kingsley. It's always Kingsley, all the time.

I'm sick of him. I'm sick of how I want to see him all the time and he won't let me. He hasn't even looked me in the eye in two full weeks. I want to scream and demand it from him, but my wolf has been... down. He won't even push me to go see him lately.

"I need you to apologize to your father for saying something so mean," my dad blurts out, "I also think we need to go to see a specialist and maybe implement an inhibitor regimen in a healthy way. A low amount, just so you're not fighting with someone every time you open your mouth."

"Yeah, maybe," I mutter.

But two days later I realize it's not that easy because I can't apologize. I try, but it's physically impossible. And my father is still angry with me, which makes me respond in an inappropriate way every time we have a simple interaction.

So, the house is incredibly tense lately.