CH 4 - Kai
1273 Words
KAI POV
Unpacking wasn’t supposed to feel like a damn battlefield.
But every time I folded another pair of jeans, I had to wrestle with Summer’s hormonal commentary vibrating inside my skull. The horny wolf had zero chill.
“You’re sleeping in the same room as two shirtless Alpha gods. Just let me enjoy it. Please. Just one lick. One sniff.”
“We’re supposed to be undercover, dumbass,” I snapped internally.
“And what? Alphas don’t sniff each other in locker rooms?” she asked.
I didn’t dignify her with an answer.
I wasn’t sure what I’d expected moving into the Fangar dorms, but sharing a room with two overgrown testosterone machines wasn’t it. Especially not when I was the only girl pretending to be a guy. Which meant I had to act like seeing abs and muscles and d**k in every direction didn’t bother me, and it was kinda weird because, I mean, in my pack I'vw always been surrounded by naked men. correction, hot naked men. Like my brothers' gamma or beta, the guys have like two cheering teams each time they train shirtless. and they were training with me, against me. touching me. That's how I stupidly supposed it would be the same. boy was i wrong
My entire survival depended on it.
One year. Just one damn year to graduate, get my title, and disappear before someone figured out I wasn’t exactly packing in the shorts department.
Summer was practically vibrating behind my eyes, pacing like a horny hyena, her voice breathy and full of wicked ideas.
“You should’ve let them fight. It would’ve been sooo hot. The sweat, the growls… the muscles—”
“Shut. Up.”
“Just saying. Imagine if one of them pinned the other to the floor and grunted a little—”
I slammed the drawer shut harder than necessary.
“Not helpful,” I hissed aloud.
The last thing I needed was two overtestosteroned Alpha dickheads trying to settle their dominance like we were in a f*****g jungle. If they punched each other, it’d be my ass dragged into the Headmaster’s office. And sure, maybe they’d get punished too, but knowing my luck? I’d get the worst of it.
Disrupting the “peaceful” environment of Fangar Academy was a serious offense.
And I just knew Derrick and Dalton were going to be a problem.
“You’re welcome,” Summer purred.
“For what?”
“We’re going to have such a fun year.”
I flipped her off mentally.
I was halfway through folding a hoodie when the bathroom door creaked open. Steam poured out like a scene from a cheap vampire flick. I didn’t look up. I refused to look up.
Then I did.
And Goddess help me.
Dalton stepped out, glistening with leftover shower droplets, completely f*****g naked except for the towel he was aggressively scrubbing into his hair.
Let me clarify. The towel was in his hands, not around his waist.
I saw d**k.
And not just d**k—pretty d**k. Which was an insult, honestly. Arrogant prick shouldn’t have the nerve to be that well-built. His body was leaner than Derrick’s, but still cut with the kind of definition that only comes from a lifetime of obsessive training. Like he fought for a living and only rested to f**k.
I blinked.
Hard.
I turned my eyes toward the closet.
Refused to let them drift back.
They did anyway.
Because I’m human. And alive. And apparently suicidal.
“Ohhhh, damn,” Summer moaned. “We’re so screwed. And not even in the fun way.”
My mouth was dry. My hands were sweaty.
I hated it.
“Goddess give me strength,” I muttered.
“Oh she did,” Summer sighed. “Strength, and an appreciation for veiny Alpha c—”
“NOPE.”
I focused on my suitcase.
My socks.
Anything.
Dalton didn’t even glance at me. Just walked past like I wasn’t there, muscles flexing, steam rising off his body like he was posing for a f*****g werewolf calendar.
Of course, to him, I was just another guy. A short, quiet, probably gay guy, but still.
“Don’t choke, roommate,” he said casually, his voice rough with post-shower gravel.
“I’ve seen a small d**k before, thanks,” I shot back.
Dalton laughed like I was joking.
Spoiler: I wasn’t.
I’ve seen small and big ones. Now a huge one too.
“Well, you’re welcome for the reminder,” he said, finally pulling on a pair of black joggers. They sat way too low on his hips, like his abs were allergic to fabric.
From the corner of the room, Derrick chuckled.
I glanced over.
Another shirtless Alpha leaning on the wall, arms crossed, tattoos on full display like a damn poster child for wolf supremacy.
“Thought you’d pass out for a second,” he grinned. “Didn’t think you were that shy.”
“I’m not shy,” I said flatly. “Just prefer when people keep their d***s inside their clothes. You know, where society intended.”
Dalton flopped onto his bed, towel still in his hair, completely unbothered.
“It’s just skin, dude.”
“Yeah, but it’s attached to you,” I muttered.
Derrick raised a brow. “You always this uptight, Kai?”
“Only when I’m forced to live in a f*****g sausage fest.”
Dalton barked a laugh. “Careful. Someone’s gonna think you’re into guys if you keep complaining.”
I froze for a second. Then forced a smirk.
“Maybe I am,” I said with a shrug. “That a problem?”
Dalton blinked. Derrick straightened a little.
Then, quickly, Dalton said, “Nah, nah—not at all. Totally cool. We don’t care, man. We’re, like, totally with the l***q+ community. No judgment.”
“Yeah,” Derrick chimed in. “Love is love, man. We just didn’t mean to offend you or anything.”
I held back a snort. It was kind of cute how fast they backpedaled.
“No offense taken,” I said coolly. “Just… maybe be mindful before flinging d***s around next time, yeah?”
Dalton grinned sheepishly. “Duly noted.”
They both relaxed again.
And I… I exhaled.
Truth was, I didn’t give a crap if someone thought I was gay. Being gay wasn’t the problem.
The problem was being a girl in a place where I wasn’t supposed to be one.
That’s the secret that could get me kicked out, or worse. Pretending to be into guys was a bonus disguise. If they bought it, good. If they left me alone? Even better.
“Cool,” I said, grabbing my jacket. “Glad we’re all so comfortable with each other’s genitals. I’m going to the commons before I have to start a support group.”
As I moved toward the door, Dalton called, “Hey, if you run into any girls who are into brooding, sensitive types, send ‘em my way, yeah?”
“I’ll send you a bouquet of rejection letters,” I shot back, slamming the door behind me.
“You’re doing great,” Summer said between wheezing laughter. “Really blending in.”
“I hate you.”
“You hate that you can’t f**k either of them.”
“Shut up.”
But she wasn’t wrong.
Living with two Alphas who looked like they walked out of a fantasy novel? Torture.
Pretending I didn’t have a p***y while doing it?
Worse.
“Oh Kai! My best friend!” A male voice shouted.
Reyes.
Fucking perfect.
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