5: Fated Meet
1894 Words
Khaos Pack
5 Years Later
“The award of the best graduating medical student goes to our all-time favorite; he's no other than Dr. Sage Draco!”
The crowd cheered and clapped after the moderator.
With the spotlight on Sage, she rose and walked to the podium like a classic model. She was draped in a clean two-piece men's suit, short afro hair styled in careless waves.
Saved by Petra, who was later executed, Sage fled down to the capital, where she could easily blend in. After months of working in hospitality and volunteering in small clinics, she saw the chance to go to college on fully funded scholarships, except that the slot was only reserved for a male candidate. It lt left her with no choice than to cosplay as a boy.
Ladies whispered and aggressively waved, trying to get as Sage's attention. Even though Sage wasn't as athletic as their ideal men crush, her pretty face and smart brains made up for it. She had won the school medals and gained recognition.
“Congratulations, Dr. Sage.” The V.C. extended a warm shake.
Flashlight flicked as everyone took a shot of the event.
With a stern face, she took her certificate and all the academic awards in a box and walked down the aisle. This time, she totally left the event center.
“Sage. Wait.”
Mike, her best friend, came running out. He was also in a smart two-piece suit.
“Let’s go.” Sage groaned.
“Ain't you staying till the end?” He squinted. "You're literally the most talked about. You can't just leave..."
Without another word, Sage flagged down a cab, got in the back seat, and heaved a sigh. Mike joined her after a short deliberation. The ride home was silent.
Once in their fine apartment, she kicked off her shoes and slumped on the chair in front of the dresser.
“What is wrong?”
Mike gently approached. His hands were on Sage's curved shoulders, and he massaged them.
“You are the best student Beverly College has ever recorded, a certified doctor, what could be wrong?”
Sage hissed. “I don't know… Perhaps, what next.”
Sage smeared oil on the beard and mustache and peeled it off, wriggling in pain. Next came the short wig. She set them side by side.
Mike looked at the lady in the mirror and burst into laughter. “You know, this always cracks me up, Sage.”
Sage rolled her eyes and joined in laughing.
“I think I know what the problem is.” Mike moved forward.
He was the only one who knew of Sage's secret. They were roommates who turned fast friends. Then he persuaded her to leave the school's hostel so she wouldn't get caught. He volunteered to fully fund the house rent and sought out the groceries.
“You're living your dream, but not in the right body.”
Sage huffed. “What's the use of a woman who can't…”
He s*****d her shoulder. “You're smart enough not to reduce your worth.”
Sage tugged her tie and tossed it aside. Next came her shoulder pads.
He grinned and pulled a chair closer to her. “You've locked yourself in a cage for so long, why not be free?”
As if pouring water on a rock, she took off her white sleeves and struggled with the breast band.
“Let me help.”
He didn't wait for her to protest, not like she did, as she had gotten accustomed to him. He rolled off the strap on the band and watched the soft swell of her breasts.
Sage clutched the band to her chest, preventing her from going naked.
He continued to massage her and knead her shoulders.
“Let your hair down, dust on powder… stay pretty.”
Sage chuckled. “I don't have that luxury, Mike. And you know that.”
"You know that's not true," He frowned and adjusted closer. "We're miles away from school, you can do whatever you want... in the dark." He hastily added.
She remained silent. He had constantly bugged her to stay as a lady when they were back home, but she wasn't taking any chances.
“I need a favor.” Mike paused.
Her eyes rolled in the usual fashion as she studied Mike. “How much.”
Mike laughed. “You know your broke ass can't afford my coffee bills." They giggled. "Sage, let me make your day memorable.” His soft tone beckoned.
“Not again.”
“Soon, you'd be transferred to a different town for your housemanship and leave me here.”
“I'd visit every weekend if it means that.”
Mike shook his head. “You know it'd never be the same. You'd get busy and…”
“Fine.” Sage hissed, defeated. “Bring the wine and glasses and whatever, let's unwind.”
“Yes to unwinding, but not here. We're going clubbing.”
The request made Sage speechless.
“What… you… I can't.”
“You can, Sage.” Mike pushed further. “Just for tonight, and as a lady.”
Ariana purred, succumbing to the idea. She had also missed the feminine side of Sage. All Sage ever did was study and disregard the other things. Cosplaying a man for years was tiring and boring.
“Just for tonight.” Sage puffed. “And two hours maximum.”
Mike raised his hands in surrender.
Running around like a mouse, he set a red skimpy dress on the bed. For the past three years after discovering her secret, he always got her girlie items on her birthdays. He added block heels to the combo, then makeup kits.
“I can't wear that.”
He ignored her and practically bossed her around. Neither of them knew how to use makeup kits. Sage just giggled and enjoyed the drama. He ended up pondering her face and applying gloss on her lips. He styled her hair the best he could. By the time he was done, they stared at the drop-dead gorgeous reflection in the mirror.
“Oh, my god.” He stammered, eyes wide in disbelief. “You're perfect, darling.”
Even though Sage wanted to argue about how her skin was too exposed, or her cleavage too out, she loved it. Loved to be free.
For the first time, she was letting her hair down instead of being trapped in a wig. Her breasts weren't wrapped tightly in bandages either.
“Just for tonight,” Mike whispered, pushing the temptation into her head.
They hit the club. Sage was too conscious about her body and the greedy eyes that stared at her. She was only used to the attention of ladies gawking at their perfect 'Mr. Sage.'
“Drink up.”
Mike pushed two shots of liquor to her. Then another, and another. He leaned closer. "I need to use the restroom."
Sage could barely make out his words from the banging music. Her mind was fixed on the shots before her. She nodded absentmimdedly. Her finger cirled the rim of the glass.
“Cheers to…” She clicked her tongue and turned, but Mike wasn't there.
Turning around, she bumped into a hard mass, spilling her drink all over.
His tall frame hung above her, dominant. He was masked, but his piercing green eyes were dashing to behold. He looked exotic and smelled even better; a sweet blend of sandalwood and earth.
“I'm sorry.” She belched.
He didn't move. He was so close that their bodies graze, his eyes locked hers. He had this aura that trapped her.
Sage chewed her bottom lip and gulped dryly. She leaned into him, smearing their bodies as she flirted like a shy teenager. Her index finger traced the fine outline of his suit.
“Your suit is expensive... very expensive." She circled a button, and looked up at him as if daring him to take her hand off.
"I suppose you're a profiler."
The echos of his smooth baritone rang in her head like a siren, arousing her in odd ways.
Sage pouted and poked his chest. "'Cus I'm a man that loves his suit." She belches and palms her lip. "And I'm a broke doctor." She sighed.
His eyes trap Sage's pretty amber ones and roam her small perfect face in sheer admiration. His hands itched, aching to smear the lipgloss off and taste her full lips.
“I can't pay you…” she hummed and pouted. “But I can treat you for free.”
A dirty smirk lurked around his lips.
“How so?”
His words made her heart beat faster than she could handle. Her lips parted, begging to be devoured.
*** ***
A streak of blood stained the bedsheets
Alpha Maximum jerked up, eyes glued on the spot. He had seen blood all his life, even bathed in it, but this was different.
Observant, his eyes swept the room in a quick glance.
Emptiness.
The lady who made his night erratic was gone, not even her earring was left behind.
“This shy, huh?”
He smiled and reclined back in bed, arms thrown behind his head, pumping his muscular biceps. His mind circled around the incredible moment.
Her perfect body yielded to every of his commands. Soft and submissive. A filthy Virgin.
There was a tap on the door.
“Alpha, we need to leave.” Zane, his Beta, informed.
‘Such a killjoy.’
He trashed the sheet, crawled out of bed, his huge frame sunk into the soft mattress. He hit the shower. Haphazardly scrubbing all over his body, he paused… slowly going dumb.
The floral tattoo crested on his left arm since childhood was gone. It suppressed his wolf that he had never fully shifted all his life.
In disbelief, he raised his arm for a better view. As if his mind was playing games with him, he raised his right arm.
Nothing.
The tattoo was a symbol that had subdued his power. Even though his mother had done it to protect him, it felt like a curse. The night after she inked him, she died. He had invoked powerful witches, they couldn't get it off.
And now… It was gone.
Gunner, his wolf, growled inside him. He hadn't been this much restless in years. Like it wanted to chase after something.
‘What's happening?’ Maximus groaned, searching himself for answers.
Too dominant to be controlled, his bones snapped as he slowly shifted no matter how hard he tried to fight it. Gunner burst out, an eight-foot-tall wolf with a golden fur that glowed.
‘Gunner?’ He muffled in his head.
The best he had seen of Gunner were the claws and distorted face.
Growling in response, it shook the building.
“Alpha?” His Beta's voice called out as his footsteps approached. The loud growl had scared him.
Maximus slipped back in his human form. His energy was suddenly exhausted and he collapsed on the cold floor, panting. The golden fur crept back into his body.
The bathroom door pushed open. “Alpha, are you okay?” Zane was terrified to his bones. "Let me help..."
“That lady…" His tone is cold, feral. "Find her and bring her to me, now.”
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