Luna Unknown

Aphrodite and King Douche

    I left the school in a hurry and ran right past my Jeep onto the pavement. I hit the road quickly because hitting the road sooner meant hitting trees. My wolf and I just wanted to run around for awhile in the woods. Clear the air and get that wonderful scent dislodged from within our sinuses. Also my muscles had tensed up so roughly whenever I saw another man step within feet in Sarah. It might feel nice to aimlessly run around. I had reached the woods now, I found a tree that looked different than all of the others so that I could remember where it was when I came back for my pants. "This'll do" I said out loud.     Even with all of the money that I have, I still only have so many pairs of pants. I've gotten better at it but when I was a younger wolf I would shift uncontrollably not yet being able to contain the anger within myself. Too much of any emotion can make you shift if you don't know how to control it. Fear, anger, jealousy. Causes you to explode out of your clothing. I have known how to control my wolf for years now, after all, I am the Alpha.     Today being the closest that my wolf has came to coming out unwillingly. Thinking about that douchebag's hand on her lower back or the teacher who's hands lingered a bit too long. I wanted to rip them both apart. The audacity to touch what was given to ME by the Moon Goddess. I stopped thinking to ponder about another topic that was causing anxiety from the pits of my stomach. This morning I was full set on rejecting her. I was almost to the point of preparing a speech so that I wouldn't hurt who ever she was' feelings too badly. And now all I can think about is her. I want to know where she lives. If she stays safe in her personal life. I have not even officially met her, but I'm already trying to abandon the Damen that I knew this morning. I don't understand this connection. I didn't want to be tied down, and now all I can think about is tying her soft body down. I can't forget that face that Aphrodite would pay money for. Those curves where my manly hands would fit perfectly. Her soft jawline and the skinny neck underneath it, wanting my lips to be placed there. My tongue. My bite. As if for the first time ever, Damen growled at my wolf rather than the other way around. f**k. The human has me good and I haven't even heard her say my name. Being so lost in thought, I forgot what I came here to do. I undid the button on my jeans and threw them over the branch of the remembered tree. I slid my shirt off easily, returning the heat to my face when I realized that her scent was there. On my f*****g shirt. I couldn't have stood less than 12 feet away from her all morning. "Ugh." I thought as I threw the shirt onto the branch on top of my jeans. I slid my boxers down my thighs and ankles thinking "Why can't this particular garment have her scent all over it?" The thought was enough to make the blood rush to my c**k, making me realize that I needed to run. Now.     I kicked my shoes and socks off like I've seen children do. No grace whatsoever. I started running and after about 10 steps I shifted into my wolf. I was right that the running would feel nice. My paws were going rugged but my leg and arm muscles needed the added exercise. As far as my lust, it was going nowhere. If anything the wolf form made it worse.     Wolfie kept thinking "You have a mate. You've seen her. She's beautiful. You need to know more about her. Her scent is like heroin. I want to see her underneath a cheerleading uniform." All twirled together, over and over. While the Damen in me was cursing. "Did you see how she treated that girl? Do you realize that she's probably one of the most fake and superficial people that we had ever seen? How could you choose to have such a cruel Luna?" I was starting to feel as though I had an angel and a devil on my shoulders pulling me in each direction. Moments went by with me running like a fool before I stopped and realized just how insane I would look if anyone were to see me. I had ran a perfect circle. Over and over again. The grass now being smushed to the ground from my running marks almost made it appear to be a witch's circle. The thought angered me and I wish I would've ran in a different pattern. I sighed loudly as this did not seem to be working at all. Running off your desires is a total f*****g myth. I shifted back into human form, shuttering when I felt a chill of wind hit my now bare body. I went to the known tree to retrieve my clothes. I put my boxers and underwear on first, knowing that once I threw my shirt over my head I would be back on my way to school. To see her. To learn more about her. To decide if she is amenable and teachable; I could not make such a figurative witch the Luna of my pack. They did not deserve it. I thought that I didn't deserve it.     I sighed again, a seemingly common occurrence whenever I was left alone with my thoughts for the past few days. I wish that I had driven my Jeep. Once you've ran as a wolf, it sucks to walk as a human. But I had no choice. In order to get through the school, I had to go through suburbia. They would be alright with a guy appearing to have cut class and going back, a giant black wolf? Probably not. Walking took forever. What was really about thirty minutes felt like three days before I reached the school. I checked my watch and realized that there was only one class period left before the end of the day. f**k, how long was I running in a circle?     I pulled the crumbled up schedule out of my pocket and saw that my last class of the day was- f*****g perfect- Trigonometry. I barely made it through Trigonometry the first time through high school. I almost to decided to start over and try again tomorrow. Just ditch. How important could the first day of triangle math be? I laughed at my own thoughts as a gust of wind blew by, leaving the sweet smell of the woods and berries catching my breath. No, I couldn't skip math. Not with the subtle reminder that she was in there. I needed to lay my eyes on her at least once more before this day was over. I sucked in my pride and tried to gain some courage as I walked through the school doors and through the hallway.     "Classroom 13" says the schedule. I clumped it back up and put into my pocket. I looked up and saw classroom 12 confirming that I was one door away from my destination. And then I realized that I wasn't even looking for room 13. I was following her scent. It was so strong around Classroom 12's door that I considered taking a chance and crashing that one instead. The class where she probably was, and one that wasn't math. I looked across the hallway and saw number 13, her scent seeming to linger even louder outside of the door. No way was I about to get this lucky. To have a class with her? The thought excited me as I opened the door a bit too fast forgetting that there were already students and a now very annoyed teacher behind it. I saw the teacher, an older man. Mostly bald, whatever hair he did have seemed to be fake. Big, round glasses sat on top of his nose. His brown suit and red tie made him look all that more ridiculous. "Sorry about that, I ran into some trouble with my car and-" I started to say. I felt her gaze upon me. I hadn't even looked at her yet and I could feel those piercingly blue eyes beaming in my direction. I turned for just a moment to make eye contact with her. God take me now. My blood was rushing under my skin, probably becoming pretty heated by the thoughts that just her eyes were causing. She was sitting in the second to last row in the very middle. Her eyes neither blinking nor losing contact with mine. I broke the gaze to look farther down at that firm neck, leading my eyes to her breasts. Her stomach was covered by the school desk so I traveled my gaze to her legs. I'm not sure if I was hallucinating from the drug-like aroma around me, but she seemed to be keeping her legs firmly shut. As if on purpose. Her knees were squirming together as if she were trying to contain herself. Did she already feel the instant attraction? I had noticed the jealousy already in the hallway when a girl had touched my arm and I laughed at whatever she had said. The sight of me was turning her on. Her legs were shaking and she was biting her bottom lip so intensely that I thought there would for sure be a mark or scab there the next day. Seeing her squirm made me excited. I wanted to show her just in what other ways that I could make her body squirm and scream. I smiled at the thought, making sure to look her in the eyes while doing so. "Oh babe, if I'm accomplishing this just by looking at you, imagine what I could do when my intent was to worship you." I thought to myself.     I heard a cough come from Mr. Math Teacher and I looked away from Sarah to return. "You were saying?" He said now more irritated than ever. "Uh, yeah, my bad. I ran to the gas station during passing period and I got a flat. Had to have my brother drive up with a spare. But I'm here now." I gave him my attempt at a smile. He still appeared irritated but less than willing to argue any further. "Alrighty. Well. Welcome to Trigonometry. I am Mr. Hunt. Take a seat in the back row where all of the empty desks are." He said rather apathetically. "Oh, and what's your name? I need to write it down on the attendance paperwork." I could sense Sarah shift in her seat as if to hear better. She wanted to know my name. Holy hell yes. I would be more than happy to tell her so that she knew what to scream while I was buried deep inside of her. I looked at Mr. Hunt so that he would know who I was talking to and then turned my head to see that Sarah was still staring me down as if she had never seen a man before. "Damen." I said with a huge smile. I about broke free of all control after she released her bottom lip from the grasp of her teeth. That bright red lip jumping out for me to suck it right back up. I could feel the blood running to my d**k. I had to have control over my thoughts. At least in a room full of other people. "Alright Damen, take a seat. Today we're learning about, you guessed it, TRIANGLES." even his attempt at a joke was apathetic. Poor guy. I wondered what he did in his free time. I trailed down the aisle to the very back middle seat. I wasn't sure why the entire back row was empty, but I didn't care. My blonde goddess was sitting in the second to last row, meaning that I could sit right behind her. The perfect place to observe. I had to keep my cool though. Even though she was displaying symptoms, that did not mean that she knew that we were mates. And if she didn't know, then I would be the one to tell her. When I felt like doing so.     I sat in my chair casually, putting my backpack on the ground by foot. I sat back in my chair to appear more normal than the guy who was just standing at the front of the room smiling at her while maintaining an odd soul bond. I could feel her strong attraction for me, and that only made me that much more attracted to her. I was waiting for her to turn around and say something. Anything. "'Hi, I'm sarah.' 'So you're like, new here, huh?'" Or anything else that I could imagine coming out of the irresistible yet vapid human I had before me. She never turned around, I didn't even hear her say a word the rest of the class. To anyone. It was honestly pretty weird. Had I not had the memory of watching her jump around in that uniform and beautifully shrieking I would guess that she couldn't talk. I was so focused on her that I didn't notice that Douchelord was sitting next to her. He had to have seen the intense stare down that we had in front of the class. I didn't care if people thought I was strange. It was funny to me. I was only here for her. However I wondered what they would say about her participation in the stare down. What with to seemingly be with King of the Douches over here. He reached over and put his hand on her knee. I sat up in my seat, fists in my lap. She brushed his hand off before I could count to 2 in my head. Good girl. I slowly calmed down and tried to not laugh out loud as Omega Douche noticed me noticing and getting so irritated that he barely moved a muscle the rest of the class.     Even though I was sure I knew what I would be seeing, When Mr. Hunt gave us all quizzes to see where we "picked off from last year", I looked over her shoulder to see how smart she really was. I also tried my damndest to do the Last Year Quiz. I didn't get very far on my scratch paper. There was nothing I could really do. f**k. Why f*****g math? I checked over Sarah's shoulders to see if she was sinking as far as I have, and I was surprised to see that her scratch paper was decently full. It actually looked really well organized, the basic numbers that I knew appearing to be right. All of the other s**t that I didn't understand seemed to be right too. This was kind of surprising to me. What shocked me even more was to see her write a different answer to some of the problems of the quiz. To me it appeared as though she was getting the right answers, but writing down wrong ones. Not all wrong ones, only a few. But I noticed after the third time that she did it. Was she pretending to be stupid? How can one possibly achieve by being known for being stupid? If this were true, I was getting very heated and was tempted to grab her by her arm and take her into the hallway and demand that she explain herself but I didn't do that. The main reason being...I'm f*****g stupid and don't know if any of these are right or not. That's how awful Math is. Had this not been a class with her I would've transferred to Algebra 1. To test my theory, I wrote down all of her scratch sheet answers as the answers on my quiz. She wasn't using them. If they were wrong, we both just looked stupid. If they were all right, I would eventually have a stern talk with my goddess for being stupid and pretending to be stupid. And then I would ask her to tutor my stupid ass.     We handed in the quizzes and Mr. Hunt announced that there was enough time left for him to grade them and return them to us. "That's awesome" I thought to myself. Those 10 minutes were awful though. Sarah wasn't speaking or making any notion that she was aware of this back row. Douche Gang wasn't talking because he was crybabying about her rejecting his touch and me getting happier than holy s**t about it. It was quiet and awkward. I listened to the whispers of everyone around me that most couldn't hear. "Did you see the way that they eye f****d up there?" "Whoa does that mean that Colton is single?" Said a dude. "Two guys at once, I always knew Sarah was a slut." All of their words were starting to irritate every fiber inside of my being. However I calmed down because I realize that I don't know her very well yet. So I can't pass judgement. And because Mr. Hunt had started to pass back our graded quizzes. Sarah got hers first, I was calm yet intrusive by looking at hers first. C-. That's about what I was expecting it to be, if not lower. However that meant that some, if not most of her questions were right. He handed me my quiz next. My jaw dropped to the f*****g ground. A+ 100%. Alright. So eventually I was going to have to take my mate and teach her a lesson in pride. And figure out what could be beneficial about appearing dumb? My thoughts were exhausting me and I sat back in my chair.     Staring at the back of Sarah's head, her beautiful blonde hair. As I start to look it up and down as though it were her body, I notice yet another weird thing about my smart, dumb, evil, exhilarating mate. Her roots. I don't normally notice that sort of thing, but they were a bit more noticeable once you noticed them and started staring at them. They appeared to be an amazing color. This kick-ass dark brown that had so much fire engine red at the same time, I wasn't sure what color to call it. It was f*****g breath taking. I bet no human can see the color of her natural hair, but now that's one of the only things that I want to see before I leave this world.     I realized just extremely flamboyant how all of those thoughts were as the bell rang and she got up and walked out of the class, her beautiful scent trailing behind her begging for me to come chasing after. Soon enough, Babe. First I had to formally apologize to Mr. Hunt for my tardiness and interruption, but also I wanted her to get as far away from me as possible for a few moments. I needed to think and reevaluate my next move, yet again. Also worth noting was the way that her ass shook and bounced under her skirt when she walked. My thoughts led me to her sitting on my face while I enveloped all of her sweet taste as she called my name and begged for more. Only giving her more when she promised to not be stupid about being stupid. And then burying all of me inside of her.     I'm not one to brag, but I'm doing quite well in that region of my body. I've gotten all compliments, and almost no complaints. The complaints were from the really small girls that I had been with. Something about how they "literally couldn't do it because of the size of their hip structure." Women worry about weird s**t. Coming back to reality from my thoughts I look down and see that my c**k is going to be stiff as a board in a few moments if I don't take my thoughts somewhere else. Great. Was waiting for everyone to leave now for sure.     I didn't pay attention until every last person was out of the room. To my surprise and anguish, that person came from the same row as me. The very back row, all the way in the far right corner. Whom I've now discovered is Martha Gobs. The toilet paper girl. I felt absolutely terrible for not noticing her sitting in the same row as me. Didn't I even look to the back row and declare it empty from the front of the room with the best view? I felt more and more horrible with each passing thought that was running through me. It also didn't help that she too, was embarrassed about something and waited and stayed behind for everyone else to leave. She walked out clutching her backpack. A backpack with a keychain. Game of Thrones. f**k yeah dude, I wish that I had that keychain. I loved watching Game of Thrones while sending Dean out to do Beta s**t. I was totally controlled by Sarah's presence so it would be difficult when she was around, but maybe there was a way to help out one more person before I quit high school for good. Aside from wanting some good karma, I have never seen a literal walking cry for help like this in all of my life. A cry for help that she wasn't getting. From anyone. Apparently not even teachers. Mr. Hunt said nothing as she walked out of the room. Didn't he also state that the back row was empty? I couldn't remember. This was all going to have to be a tomorrow task. I had to find out where Sarah lived tonight. I laughed to myself thinking that I could just find the most expensive neighborhood near us and start sniffing away. But sitting here inside of my head had me lose track of time. She could be out of the parking lot by now! f**k! I'll talk to Mr. Hunt tomorrow. I have to go stalk my irresistibly, charming, vortex of questions mate now. She probably rode home with Camp Douche. f**k again! I left the classroom in a hurry, not that Mr. Hunt noticed. Her scent was very faint. She was close, but not close enough. I had to be fast. I had to be Jeep fast because of where she probably lived. Wouldn't be hard for her to figure out that I was stalking her. The thought might sort of turn her on, even. I bolted through the school doors and to the parking lot, where I saw a red mustang pulling out. With blonde hair flowing out of the passenger window and the scent of beauty following in a trail behind it. f**k again, again! Where are my keys?