Dominant Enemies… and mates

Now We Have Problems

{ Laurent }

Life in Tallahide is... curious. As the weeks go by, I find a rhythm that works for me.

I spend a few hours in the cafeteria eating breakfast and working on school assignments, then get off my butt to go eat at one of the restaurants near my building and then I head back to my apartment to do nothing for the rest of the day, unless Christian calls me.

Christian became my friend, or 'mentor' as he calls himself. He's even trying to give me a job, but I'm still not too sure about it. He wants me to be his 'second in command', which means I would have to run around the clan doing the jobs he doesn't want to do and playing the political game that people in my family like to play. But I don't.

Besides, it's not like I need a job, so I've been putting that off. That and his invitations to be part of the ‘pack runs’. It's something we do in our clan too, but I've never been to one because I just turned eighteen. I want my first clan run to be in my own clan, not here.

What I do accept are his invitations to have dinner or go out with him and a bunch of other friends he's introduced me to. Or his invitations to the secret club, those are my favorite.

"There's a special show tonight, an omega has a bondage presentation," Christian tells me as we eat and I raise my eyebrows with interest. I like the sound of that, "Have you thought about what I told you, about the job?”

"Yes... but, honestly, I don't think so," I reply. Devin, the beta guy who's always next to Christian, gives me a disapproving look, "I don't need to have a job. Nor do I want to. I don't know what I want to do with my life yet."

"I think it's about time you start thinking about that, dude," Christian blurts out, "You plan on living off your parents' money your whole life? Be under their supervision and control forever? Do you plan to go to university to study something they chose for you just to keep putting off making a decision? Or do you want to take charge of your own life from this moment on?"

A couple of weeks ago, I may have said yes and fallen into his manipulation technique, but I’m done with that now.

"I don't think you're going to like my answer," I say with a grimace, because I absolutely want to keep spending their money. Christian shakes his head, but can't help but laugh, "Sorry, I just wasn't born with the ambitious gene."

"Yeah, it's obvious," Devin mutters, not meeting my eyes. He hardly ever looks me in the eye, it's like he's afraid of me. Maybe because he's a beta? I don't know, "I mean, no offense, but you never want anything or you never like anything. You don't like to work out, you don't like to work in general, you don't like to let your wolf run. You don't like to put effort into anything, man."

Sounds about right.

"Devin's right," Christian adds, as I just look from one to the other. Even my parents don't give me this kind of lecture, but okay, I'll listen to them, "Do you have any idea how much potential you have and you're wasting? With your body... with your alpha power... fück, dude, we could conquer clans together so easily."

What?

I let out a loud laugh and stop him then and there.

"Dude, you've got the wrong person," I clarify before he tries to continue that train of thought, but Christian still looks intense, "Conquer clans? Why would I want to do that?"

Christian raises a hand and covers his face for a couple of seconds. I think I'm stressing him out, but I seriously don't understand.

Like I said, I wasn't born with the ambition gene. Or with the gene for wanting things. I'm just comfortable where I am and with what I have. And I do want to waste time doing nothing important while still under my parents' supervision, what's wrong with that? It's fun. My parents are cool... unless they're bugging me that particular day. And I do want to go to uni even if I'm not interested in learning anything because I think it will be fun to be there with my twins, and again, what's wrong with that? I know I'll end up working in security anyway, like most alphas.

I don't have to complicate my life, like these two.

"Forget it, you're clearly not ready to think like a real Alpha yet," he mutters, being a bit passive-aggressive, but I decide to just shrug and ignore him, which annoys Christian. I've noticed that his alpha presence is so minimal that my wolf doesn't even get upset in his presence anymore. And Christian doesn't like that, but it literally doesn't make me feel anything. I can't force myself to be intimidated, sorry.

"I guess not," I agree and pick up my coke to continue drinking. Christian forces himself to call it a day.

➿➿➿➿

I'm watching TV with an extra large bag of chips next to me when my phone rings. It's my father.

"Hey, old man," I answer, picking up the remote to pause the TV, "What's up?"

"Hey, just calling to check in on you," he says. He calls me at least once a week, so it's nothing unusual, "No news about your rut yet? It's been six months now."

Oh, right. That topic is something that has my father stressed, he's afraid of what my wolf might do in rut, but apparently he has nothing to worry about.

"Nothing yet," I answer and sigh, deciding to tell him what is going on in my head, "Dad, I think my wolf is... depressed, could that be why? He doesn't do anything but lay around and whine."

My dad goes silent then, for so long that I have to check to see if the call continues. It does. I guess he's thinking.

I hadn't realized but my father is right, it's been almost six months since I was sent to Tallahide on this 'gap year' to get to know myself and let my wolf be free, but it hasn't helped. My wolf feels worse than ever before, all he wants is to go home and be with that little fool.

"Yeah, that might be why," he mumbles after a while, sounding thoughtful before letting out a deep breath, "Oh well, sometimes no matter how much you want to manipulate things, they're always the way they're meant to be. Don't worry, it'll come at some point. How have you been?"

"Fine," I reply, trying to ignore his deep words, "I miss everyone, so much. Can you please keep begging Aunt Lucinda to let the twins come? Please."

"She's not the problem now, Robbie's the one who doesn't want them to go see you because you could get them involved with Christian," he says, "But that's not possible, is it? Because you're not his 'friend' anymore?"

"Aha," I lie, happy not to be in front of him, "Well, beg my Uncle Robbie, then. I really want to see them and since I'm not allowed to go visit..."

"It's not that it's not allowed, kid, it's just better if you stay there," he says, sounding as suspicious as my dad. By now I know they had their inner motives for keeping me away from Fallonmore, but I trust them. Besides, my sentence is half over anyway, "I promise I'll try my best, okay? I'll talk to you later, I love you."

"I love you too."

I sigh, trying to connect with my wolf, but he doesn't want to be connected, he wants to keep lying down in my mind.

This is something I still can't get used to, his constant whining and sadness at being away from Kingsley, at knowing Kingsley is angry and has our number blocked. But no matter the reason, he's just sad. And it's ruining my life.

I haven't even been able to kiss Miranda because he won't let me and I don't want to go back on inhibitor pills because I didn't like how I felt that last time I did it.

'What can I do to make you feel better, Wolf?'

'Call Kingsley' he says immediately, as if I haven't shown him countless times how much I'm still blocked, but I try one more time just so he knows that little rat doesn't care about him, 'It's your fault, it's always your fücking fault.'

'Yeah, yeah, I know' I communicate to him, sighing... until I come up with another way to make him feel better, 'How about I draw something new?'

That gets his attention and I can feel a hint of excitement for the first time in months.

I've been avoiding that, but... just between us, I haven't been able to have a satisfying jerk off session since I came to Tallahide and it's starting to get to me. The pictures of my old drawings on my phone aren't enough, since I know Kingsley saw them I feel like shït every time I look at them.

So I need something new.

I get up from the couch and walk to my backpack to pull out what I need and sit down at the desk on my room.

'What do you want, wolf? Your choice.'

My wolf feels guilty since he knows how much Kingsley was offended by seeing the drawings, but that doesn't stop him from letting me know his fantasies. The thoughts he pushes into my head start to affect me in a matter of seconds.

It's something different, but... I'm not against it.

I begin to draw the smooth curves of King's body, lying on my bed on his knees, his round ass in the air. He's looking at me with all the adoration in the world.

"I miss you so much, Alpha," he says and moans when he feels my hands on his skin. His soft, pale skin that I want to kiss and bite all over, "Please... bite me, mark me."

My erection starts to ache when I imagine that, so much so that I have to stop drawing for a few seconds and squeeze my c**k to make it relax, but I can't.

The fantasy continues even though the drawing isn't finished.

Instead of letting Kingsley keep begging, I take his arm and turn him on the bed so I can lie on top of him, feeling his whole body along mine. I wrap my hands around his waist and lower my face to his neck, to inhale his scent.

"Do you want to feel my bite?" I ask him, my voice deep with my wolf's presence. Kingsley lets out the sweetest moan I've ever heard.

"Please. I want you to bite me and drink my blood," he begs, making my eyes roll inside my head, my mouth starts salivating like crazy with the memory of how good he tastes and I start to jerk off so hard it starts to hurt. But I can't stop, this fantasy feels so real, "Please. Laurent, I need you. Drink my blood."

I can't deny him anymore. My canines come out and I finally wedge them into his delicate neck, making him gasp. My mouth fills with his blood and I can finally suck and suck the blood from my mate like I’ve wanted to do for years.

I come so hard that my c*m falls on my own face and my knot appears once again.

Pathetic.

I look down at the half-finished drawing. The details of his face are finished but his body still needs some work. I decide to leave it here to finish it another day. Right now I feel too embarrassed.

After my knot comes down and I go to clean up, I walk to my bed with heavy steps and lay there with a sigh, King's face popping into my head once again.

It sucks… but I really miss his face. I miss seeing him every day. I miss calling him ugly and watching the most beautiful face I've ever seen crack with anger. He's always so obvious with his anger, it makes me laugh.

I wonder what he's up to.

I start lurking on his social media. He doesn't have me added anywhere... or at least not my main account, but he does have my fake account.

"That little shït," I mutter, looking at the last picture he uploaded. It's him with Lisa, Zay and that fücking ïdiot, David. They're at what looks like a party and King wore some big pants that look like they belong to his grandfather or something because they fall on his hips, revealing his hip bones and a bit of his underwear.

He looks fücking gorgeous, especially in that last selfie he uploaded. His eyelashes look black somehow and his purple eyes stand out more. I take a screenshot of it and drop my head back to my pillows.

I really want to go home.

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"Hey, wait a minute!" I yell to Christian from my bathroom, naked and wet.

"Yeah, don’t worry. I'll wait here," he says, approaching my room. I close the bathroom door again and return to the shower.

I was on a video call with Phi and all track of time slipped away as my cousin was telling me everything that has happened since I left ten freaking months ago.

So, I wash my hair and body as fast as I can to make up for it.

I'll go out with Miranda tonight and considering the conversations we've had, anything could happen. I have to be clean for that.

I dry myself off when I’m done and wrap the towel around my waist to leave... only to find Christian standing at the side of my desk, holding something he shouldn't be.

"Who is this?" he asks, his eyes fixated on the drawing and clear interest in his scent. That’s the newest drawing I have, Kingsley’s naked body tied all over like that Omega I saw at the club a few months ago. His face is very clear in this, so my wolf comes out immediately.

"Put that down. He belongs to me," he warns in a low growl and Christian actually listens, he leaves the drawing, “Forget you saw that.”

"Okay, buddy, I just wanted to know," he defends himself, "Calm down now, before we have a problem."

My wolf doesn't want to calm down he hates the fact that this alpha saw our King like that, but Christian is right. I can't challenge him.

So, I take a deep breath and push my wolf aside.

"I'm sorry," I force myself to say. Christian clearly relaxes now that my wolf is gone. Still, I walk over to the desk and grab the drawing to fold it up and make sure he can't keep looking at it, "It's just dumb shït."

"What's his name?" He asks and my body goes ice cold. I want to spit at him that he doesn't need to know his name, but again, I need to be smart.

"Johnny," I lie, not sure if he can tell or not, "Anyway, I need to get dressed."

"Uh-huh," he mumbles, looking thoughtful as he steps out of my room. While he walks away, I can hear him whisper, "Johnny."