Brutal Alpha

Going out

Rosie~

“I hope you appreciate what a good friend I am.” Stephanie yawned as we tromped across her front yard towards mine. “For waking up at the butt crack of dawn to help you clean and pack alongside that fickle best friend of yours. I don’t even know why you need him when you have me, aren't I enough? I don't like that dude.”

"I don't like Kael and I'm engaged to him , you don't see me whining."

"Need I remind you that you have been blowing the group chat with your incessant whining all week and even made us listen to your engagement tales on a Saturday night instead of us watching a movie."

I laughed and looped my arm through hers. “I’ll buy you your favorite mint gum and that waffles from The Peak Bakes that you love. Promise.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She paused. “And a new bag? You are going to be super rich after all.”

“You know it.”

“Fine.” Stephanie yawned again. “That makes it somewhat worth it.”

Stephanie and my other best friend Garrett were not fans of each other. I’d always found that strange, considering they were so similar. They were both outgoing, charming, smart as hell, and total heartbreakers.

Steph was a straight out life version of a manga character. Shiny silver hair, pale pretty skin, and voluptuous curves that made me stare at my body with a sigh. Don't get me wrong, I love how I looked, but it was natural to wish for an extra cup size or two without having to resort to plastic surgery. Crazy how Stephanie often complained of her t**s being heavy on her back— the duality of life isn't it.

Like I said, I was happy with how I looked most of the time, but no one—not even supermodels or movie stars—was immune from insecurities. Apart from that, Stephanie was the most confident person I’d ever met—aside from Garett, whose ego was so large it could house the entire East Coast of the United States with room left over for Texas. I suppose he had reason to be, considering he’d always been the golden boy. Rich parent, charmer, and he wasn’t bad-looking either. Six-foot-one with thick brown hair and razor-sharp bone structure, which he never let anyone forget. I was convinced Garrett would commission a sculpture of himself and display it on his front lawn if he could. Garrett and Stephanie never divulged why they disliked each other so much, but I suspected it might be because they saw too much of themselves in each other. But they always end up fighting whenever we are together and us being in one place at the same time was more common than the snow in Alaska.

The front door was already open, seems like Garrett was already here. I had put most of my furniture into storage last week, and the only things left to pack were the couch (which someone would pick up later), a few stray kitchen items, and the numerous books in my shelf in the living room.

“Garrett?” My voice echoed in the large, empty space while Steph sat on the ground and pulled her knees to her chest with a grumpy expression. If you couldn’t tell, she wasn’t a morning person. “Where are you?”

“The storage!” I heard a loud thump upstairs, followed by a muffled curse. A minute later, Garrett came down holding a large cardboard box. “s**t, you should donate some of these,” he explained, setting it on the kitchen counter.

Steph wrinkled her nose. “Not everyone is as rich as you are, Garrett. You don't have to show your typical rich werewolf ass.”

“Bet you want to see my ass without the metaphor?” Garrett smirked. “I’m not that cruel, I'd let you feed your eyes, Silver.”

Garrett always called her by the color of her hair, which pissed Stephanie off to no end. Then again, everything Garrett did pissed her off.

Stephanie lifted her head and scowled. “What I'd like to do is puncture it but I wouldn't want to dirty my hands and lose my last dinner.”

“You talk a lot,” Josh drawled, turning his ass to face Stephanie. “The only thing you’ll be losing is—”

“Okay.” I slashed my arms through the air, cutting off the conversation before it went down a path that’d scar me for life. “Enough chitchat. Let’s get me packed up in time, we don't have all day."

Fortunately, Garrett and Stephanie behaved for the next hour and a half while we packed up the remaining items into a box.

Soon, the only thing left to pack was my books.

“Tell me you’re donating all these” Garrett eyed the massive bookshelf. “I don’t even know how many box it would fit in and my hands are already sore.”

The low purr of a powerful engine filled the air stopping me from saying what I wanted. We all exchanged glances before we ran to the front door and pushed it open. The moving company weren't coming until later, so who could it be.

An unfamiliar Posh SUV idled in the driveway. The door opened, and Kael stepped out, looking more gorgeous than any human had the right to look in jeans, aviators, and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

He took off his sunglasses and assessed us with cool eyes, unfazed by the mini welcoming party on the front steps.

Only I didn’t feel particularly welcoming.

“But…but that's the Alpha, what's the Alpha doing here” I stammered at loss of words.

“You mean your fiancee, looking miiiighty fine, might I add.” Stephanie nudged me in the ribs, and I scowled in response. Who cared if he was hot? He was a jerk— a jerk that was in my house for untold reasons..

“What are you doing here? How did you even find here?”

“We are going out.” His tone was as bored as ever.

“Wait.” I put my hand up, my heart slamming a panicked rhythm against my ribcage, Kael scanned my friends, his eyes going extra darkened on seeing Garrett or maybe I imagined it but that wasn't what mattered. We were going out. Christ! We were going out. “You can't be serious.”