Unaware Alpha

I'm walking past my parents' room and I overhear them discussing the upcoming Alpha ceremony. It takes me back to what Jeremy said this afternoon when I was sat outside watching my brother and the other guys our age play basketball. ***Flashback*** It was sunny and I had my head tilted up with my eyes closed. I was enjoying the sun on my face. Alex and Jeremy walked over to the basketball court with some other male pack members and I began to watch as they played basketball. I love the sport, it's interesting and kind of fun. Alex noticed me sitting nearby and waved at me. I waved at my sweet twin brother. We're 17 and he still feels the need to include me in everything out of pity. Jeremy saw him wave at me and threw the ball in his direction, causing Alex to turn to him. Jeremy has some kind of personal problem with me. They continued playing and I picked up my sketch book from beside me on the picnic table bench. As I drew the scene in front of me, I heard of the boys laughing. I looked up and they were staring at me while laughing. Alex hit Jeremy in a not so violent way and I realized they had just made a joke about me. I looked back down and proceeded with my sketch. Suddenly, a hand clasped my sketch book and it was pulled from my grasp. I stood with frustration and stepped towards the crude boy. Jeremy gave me a wicked grin and began spewing hateful words at me. His perfect features became rough and angry. "Why are you drawing us?! Are you a stalker??" I looked down and shifted my feet, knowing they could easily rip me to shreds because they have their wolves and I don't. "I..uh..." "Uh...what?!" Nervous word vomit left my mouth. "I just love to draw and it's so nice outside. You guys just happened to show up as I was basking in the sun and I had already planned to draw here. It's mainly the landscape, see?" I tried to take my book back and show him the treeline and the far away mountains. He wasn't having it. He ripped my book in half and threw it to the ground. Looking me up and down, he said with a sneer, "WoLvEs CaN't bE fAt!" I felt tears threatening to fall as I bent down to pick up my sketch book. As I bent down, Jeremy grabbed my hair and pulled me back up to face him. "When I become Alpha, I'll banish fat wolves." I waited until the only person standing before me was Alex. Once they were out of sight, I let the tears fall. I couldn't hold them anymore. I looked into my brother's guilt-filled eyes and popped the bottle off my emotions. "If you feel so guilty, why didn't you do something?! You never do anything! We're supposed to be super close, but I feel like I barely know you!" I stormed off towards the pack house. I went into my room and didn't come out for hours. ***End Flashback*** I continue on to the kitchen to grab a snack. I walk in without scanning my surroundings. A very unusual thing for me to do. A sarcastic voice comes up behind me as my head is in the fridge and I'm looking for an apple. I can't tell who he's directing his sarcasm at, but I honestly don't care at the moment. Jeremy can go to hell for all I'm concerned. The anger inside me causes me to reach for the chocolate pudding instead of the fruit and my hand freezes as two muscular, tan arms land in the space above my head. I look up and he has one hand on each side of the fridge. He's looking down at me with a slight smirk. It takes me a second to realize, his body is pressed tightly against mine. Then, the realization that his no-no square is pressed against my tushy hits me. My face flushes a bright red and I snatch an apple before trying to turn around. He stops me and I listen for other pack members. They've all seemingly left the kitchen. My face is still in the fridge and he presses against me a little harder. "Jeremy, stop." I say in the calmest voice possible. "You know, your ass actually IS quite juicy." I snap back with, "Don't you have a bimbo to screw?" He grabs my arms and spins me around. I'm face to face with him and he looks terrifying as he towers over me. I still my breathing and try not show him that I'm scared. He still picks up on it, though. *scoffs* "Relax, nice ass or not, I wouldn't f**k you even if someone paid me. Just thought I'd scare you a little bit. Don't make me mad again, got it?" He growls a little and his hazel eyes flash a bright blue. He releases my arms and I see bruises to starting to form on my pale skin. I'm not out of the woods yet, so I stay silent as he reaches around me and grabs the pudding cup. I just follow his hands with my eyes while he grabs a spoon out of the nearby drawer. He leans against the island, regaining eye contact with me. I can only move enough to close the fridge as I watch him open the pudding cup and put a spoonful of pudding in his mouth. He keeps eyeing me up and down all the while, eating his pudding with an intense slowness. A smirk crosses his face and he begins to speak again. "You gonna eat that apple?" He gestures to the red apple that I have in my hand. I look down and can't get my hand to bring the food to my mouth. I hear him set down the plastic cup and the spoon. One step, two steps, he's in front of me again. He grabs the hand holding the apple and I look up at him, seeing an expression I haven't seen him direct at me the entire time we've known each other. "Why do you look guilty? It's fine." I snatch my hand away and take a bite of the apple. He watches me eat it and I notice him bite his bottom lip and furrow his brows. "What's THAT face for? Are you okay?" He studies me a bit more while eat the apple with an expectant look on my face. "Why do you even bother with fruits and veggies?" I instantly feel frustration towards him. I toss the rest of my apple into the trash and grab his hand. "I'm not fat, I'm just more than you can handle." He seems taken aback by sudden burst of sass. I'm typically a shy person. He pushes me backwards with a "fat ass" and quickly snarks something else before leaving the room. I watch as the evil incarnate walks away. Jessica snorts and pushes me aside to grab a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge. She's clearly jealous for absolutely no reason as she spits out a particularly nasty remark before exiting the kitchen. "He'd never f**k a fatass like you. He gets my p***y whenever he wants, so f**k off." I audibly gag at the mention of her nasty, goblin, crotch and she twitches away. For someone with no butt, she shakes like there is something behind her. I clean up after him and head back to my room, passing his on the way. I get about 5 feet from my room when he comes up behind me again. "Hey, Piggy?" *sighs* "What, Jeremy?" I turn around he's standing in front of me without a shirt on. His muscular torso, glistening with sweat. After what feels like minutes but is only seconds, he clears his throat. I make eye contact with him and try not to look down. I try VERY hard. "Um, can you patch me up?" Slightly confused, I open my mouth to speak and he raises his fists. They're covered in blood and I realize the thumping and grunting I heard on the way to my room was him being unnecessarily violent by himself. I turn back to my room and open my door silently. I call back to him, knowing he's not moving. "Coming?" He slips into my room behind me and I roll my eyes. He sits on my bed and I can feel his eyes watching me as I gather the first aid stuff I've hidden around the room. When I finally have everything I need, I sit on the beanbag chair in front of the bed and grab his hands. I can still feel him watching me while I clean and bandage his hands. I nervously chew on my bottom lip and he chuckles to himself. Frustrated, I glare up at him. "What?!" He smiles at me and shakes his head. I stand up in a huff. "If you're gonna make fun of me, leave." I say, pointing towards the door. "You're actually kind of sexy." "What?" He can hear the utter confusion in my voice. He reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him. I shudder at the feeling of his large hands gripping my body. He eases me into the open area between his legs. Soon, I find myself in a very intimate position with my biggest tormenter. I find myself speaking in a voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing, Jeremy? We hate each other." He looks a little dazed as he responds. "I want to try something." He pulls me closer and closer until I'm almost on his lap and our lips are inches away. "Something s****l?" "Mm-hmm." He slides his hands from my hips to my butt and a small groan escapes his lips. "Jeremy, we shouldn't." "How come?" "You've called me fat, three times today. You're messing with my head." I train my blue orbs on his face and he seems to fill with a sudden hunger. His lips smash against mine and within seconds, we're making out. His hands are roaming my body, I pull away when they roam over the fat on my stomach. He tightens his grip on me and moves his mouth to my neck. I try to pull away again, but he bites me. A whimper escapes from me and I lean back slightly. In a flash, he grabs me and tosses me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He growls low in his chest and nibbles from my jawline to my collarbone. I press my hands to his shirtless chest and push him away. He sits back and scoffs. "Firgures, the fat one is saving herself." He gets up and leaves the room. After the door closes, I cry so hard, I could sleep for days. ***three hours later*** My mom comes into my room and shakes me awake. She notices the tear stains on my cheeks and the bite marks on my neck, jaw, and collarbone. She yanks me off my bed and drags me to the living room by my arm. "Which one of you hormone crazy, teenage boys decided to bite my daughter?!" Jeremy and his posse bust out laughing and Alpha Morgan enters the room. He takes one look at me and disgust crosses his freatures. Great, now he's gonna defend everyone except me. Jeremy walks up to me, does a once over and smirks at my mom. "Might be my handiwork. Not sure, though." She lets go of my arm and smacks him on the back of the head. His dark curls bounce with the contact. His father, Alpha Micheal, comes into the room. "Oh great, more attention." I think as he walks in.I assume he'll get mad at my mom, so I try to get out of the way. "What is this nonsense, Carla?" His deep powerful voice makes me shudder as he addresses my mom. "I found my daughter curled up in her blankets with a tear stained face and bite marks all over. I dragged her down here and your son said he's NOT SURE if he did it or not. So, I smacked the smart ass on the back of the head." He took a deep breath. His eyes aimed on Jeremy like he wanted to kill him. I look over at Jeremy and watch as he almost shrinks from fear beneath the gaze of his father. I muster all of my courage to straighten my posture, step towards the Alpha, and stand up for my enemy. "He may have hurt me..." I glare at a surprised Jeremy. "...but I never asked for her to make a scene. I can see how this may be embarrassing for you, but it's slightly more embarrassing for me. So, tell me, why would I want to make a spectacle of myself? I was perfectly content, crying in my room." He seems to respect my bravery to speak up to him. "So, why didn't you resist your mom? And, how did this happen to begin with?" "Well, she can be a bit...aggressive..." I gesture to the mark left on my arm. "...and I didn't feel like taking on a super strong, Mama wolf. Not really in my top three on my bucket list. The incident happened because of mixed signals, that's it. Don't blame him. If you feel you have to, blame both of us, it takes two to tango." "He has his wolf, you don't." "Well, I sure as hell don't need a wolf to almost do the dance with no pants." I hear the other teenagers snicker, all except Jeremy who's abnormally silent. "I also didn't need a wolf to push him off or defend him regardless of how he and everyone else treats me daily. So, thanks for the concern, but I'm fine." I keep my posture as I walk away. After rounding the corner to the staircase, I run all the way back to my room. I begin to hyperventilate after closing my bedroom door behind me. About 20 minutes later, I've calmed down significantly and there's a small knock at my door. I open it and close it as soon it's opened. Jeremy puts his foot in the door before it even latches closed. "Jeremy, I'm not in the mood for more torment. catch me at dinner, okay? What's another 2 hours?" Forgetting I changed into my 'bedroom only' shorts, I put my hands on my hips lifting my oversized shirt and exposing my almost naked bottom half. His eyes travel from my face to my thighs and I quickly put my arms down. He takes the visual journey back to my eyes. We study each other for a second. "What do you want?" I roll my eyes and shift my weight impatiently. "I...uh...just want to say...thank you." "For what?" "For standing up to my dad." "I did it for me...mostly. I have compassion, sue me." "Well, thanks anyway. He needs me in his office, so I'll get going." I notice, his fists are still pretty messed up as he turns to walk away. I grab his hand and pull him back. He doesn't really resist me, which is odd. "Do your hands still hurt?" I ask as I inspect them. They seem to be healing, as expected. They just aren't healing as fast as they should be. "A little. I'll be fine." He takes one hand and moves the collar of my shirt to look at the bite marks. I see concern cross his features for a split second before a smirk replaces it. "You take forever to heal. Bet it sucks. See ya, Piggy." He walks away and I instantly regret being nice to him. I slam my door to get the anger across to him.