The Alpha's Daughter

Chapter 7

Monday came by so fast, I barely saw it coming. It's 6am and I'm already in school because of some dumb soccer tryout. The team, I came to find, was a hundred percent werewolf, most of them being Shadow Fangs.

I had my gym shorts and plain jersey on when I saw the coach hustling me towards the field in the middle of the school where the team of girls were. "Girls meet, Gabrielle Bancroft she's trying out for a spot of striker." The woman said.

Most of the team looked pleased of me joining since they probably know the star player from Auburn, but some didn't look so happy because I was of course a Blood Howler.

"Now let's get this started. Amanda!" She pointed to a dark haired Shadow Fang. "Lucy!" She pointed to a lower ranking member of some pack. "Go pick your team."

I ended up being in Amanda's team to which she didn't look too happy about. It was not like I stole her spotlight or something. She's a goalie for crying out loud.

The coach flipped a coin and asked which side Amanda wanted, to which she replied with a "Tails." It was heads. "Amanda's team, skins."

Skins? Wait, why are the girls from my team taking off their skirts? "Princess, what are you waiting for, someone to take off your top for you?" Amanda sneered at me from the goalie with only her sports bra.

As if on cue, the football team came out from the gym and there they were; Michael, Castiel and of course the guy in the front;Titus.

Like always, our eyes locked instantly. The team looked like they were getting ready for a run around the track -- just my luck. The boys whistled at the soccer team, mostly at the girls on skins. "Bancroft! What are you waiting for?" Amanda screamed.

I sighed before pulling my top off, revealing my pink sports bra as I tossed my shirt aside. I could feel several pairs of eyes on me, but what I could pin point out of all the eyes, even without looking back, was Titus'.

The whistle blew suddenly as I made my way to my place. The girls went wild. Girls in shirts and skins clashing into each other as bodies collided like. This was a football game instead of soccer.

I ran to the ball, dodging and at some point colliding into a few girls, but none of them stopped me as I effortlessly shot the ball at Lucy's goal, making the skins team cheer. A few of them hugged me, but what surprised me the most was when Amanda came towards me and high fived me, an apologetic smile on her face. I smiled back at her before returning back to the game.

At the lockers, the coach announced how amazing we all were at practice and told us to keep it up. I was pulling on a hoodie when Amanda came around the corner and sat down on the bench in front of my locker.

"Hey," She said shyly.

I glanced at her and smiled, feeling good about having to play the game that I loved.

"I'm sorry about-" She started, but I cut her off.

I gave her a pat in the back, already knowing what she was about to tell me. "Don't worry about it, no harm done."

"No, whatever my pack said about you is wrong. You're much better than that." She said, her eyes dead serious.

I didn't really care much to what her pack said about me, but somehow I felt a lot better. "Thank you."

"I'm sure you'll make the team and I'm happy that you'll be in it." She finished with a smile before giving me a small wave and leaving the locker room.

-

Lunch came as major relief. My friends and I felt different, like we belonged and were a part of something amazing as we shared stories about the tryouts.

Everyone seemed to have a lot of fun with their designated sports, Josh especially as he went on and on about the swim team. Everyone I thought enjoyed it, except Castiel who was quieter than usual.

"The soccer team was so hot! Now that's what I call sport!" Josh exclaimed, drinking his Kool Aid as he described my teams tryouts.

Savannah rolled her eyes at him. "If you enjoyed the soccer team as they kicked the ball in their sports bra, you'd enjoy the squad grind on walls while wearing only their skimpy shorts."

"You'd sneak us in?" Michael joined, looking more excited than anything.

Savannah smirked at the hormonal boys. "Why not?"

The boys jumped on her, giving her loving hugs as she tried to push them off.

I laughed at their silliness when Titus finally walked in, his hair still wet from the shower he’d just taken. I could smell his minty shampoo from where I was sitting as I tried to calm myself.

I looked up to sneak another glance at him only to find that he was already looking at me, an irritable playful smirk on his lips. I pried my eyes away as I tried to focus my attention on my friends who were still chatting away. I felt guilty. He looked at me like he knew that I had been dreaming of him. UGH. Asshole.

Right beside our usual lunch table sat a group of rogues who were most popularly known as the bad boys of Westhill. Back in the first few days of school I used to shamefully ogle at their knee-weakening handsome faces.

I know, why did I have to stare at some rogues when I had Castiel's angelically handsome face all to myself? Well for one, they had this dark edgy air around them, like they're free and independent from everything. There's just something about them that intrigued me to no end and to top it off they didn't let anyone tell them what to do, and why should they? Westhill did stand on unclaimed land -- there were no ranks here.

It's just icing on a cake that I have this weird knack for mysterious, mischievous bad boys.

I was actually quite proud of myself since I hadn't even attempted to bat an eye at their marvellous faces because I  was mates with the biggest bad boy in Westhill, Titus Cohen. Yes, I'm actually finally admitting to myself that I did in fact have an unhealthy attraction to the one and only Titus.

Speaking of Titus, he was leaning down on the said rogues table, threatening them. The rogues couldn't get away fast enough from the table, it was so hilarious. I had to hold in my laugh to keep my composure.

The rogues, who never let anyone boss them around, moving out of their bad boy ways just for Titus. Well that was a major dent to their reputation, but then again, from what I hear about Titus, no one can beat him in anything. Westhill, much to my distaste, worships his every being, rogues and other wolves a like.

I risked a glance at him and low and behold, Titus Cohen is yet again smirking at me playfully, exposing his high cheekbones as he sat himself down on the rogue's table, right next to ours. Titus' group, full of his high ranking pack mates, gave him weird looks from across the cafeteria while Titus made himself comfortable on the table.

Titus' pose usually sat a good distance away from our table since both our groups took it upon ourselves to not  be closer than necessary.

Nevertheless, they followed their Alpha. I felt my whole pack go uneasy at the close proximity their future Luna had with the enemy Alpha.

About a dozen voices rang through my head from the mind link, as my nearby pack mates worried about the distance that Titus had with me.

I sighed before calming them down. 'Breathe. Don't give them the satisfactionof us appearing bothered by their closeness.'

The voices settled down, but the uneasiness still lingered.

"People grovel at his feet." Castiel growled, his dagger eyes aiming at Titus.

Castiel, back in Auburn, was the cool guy and everyone loved him as he never really made fun of the low esteemed kids, unlike his sister, Josh and well basically the higher ranks in my pack.

Castiel was what people may call the nice guy and he really was. He was not exactly a good boy, but just a plain nice guy compared to Titus, who's a total bully, a complete utter life ruining monster. Yet people loved him and praised him like he was some god. Now, his looks I had to admit were like a god’s, but attitude wise, he made the rogues seem like a kid with a tantrum.

Savannah laughed at her brother, throwing him a grape, square in the face. He snapped his attention to her. "You're just jealous that all the girls are fawning over him." Sav said, biting into her red apple.

"I don't want other girls attention." Cas stated, glancing at me.

It was Michael's turn to laugh. "By girls, Sav meant even your beloved girlfriend." Michael grinned, hugging my waist.

I broke my eye contact with Titus, looking back at my friends shocked. Castiel was giving me a sad look while all the others were smiling at me knowingly. "It's not that!" I defended, too loud to be normal. "Castiel, come on. Guys, he's a player. As you said, he goes through girls like he goes through a bag of chips."

Castiel seemed convinced, but not the others. "Whatever you say, Gab." Michael teased, flicking my nose.

I knew though that my friends didn't think of anything with me and Titus. All they think is that I'm amazed with his bad boy antics.

"You've always been the girl that loved bad boys." Savannah commented, looking bored, but you could tell that she was trying to pull Castiel's strings.

Michael gasped, pretending to be shocked, like he didn't already know that I had a knack for bad boys. "I'm the bad boy at Auburn, why haven't you ever agreed to go out with me?" He pouted cutely.

I pecked his cheek, playfully. "Because you're too good for me, John Michael Anderson." I cooed, pinching his cheeks.

I felt Titus' eyes burning the side of my face, but I ignored his low growls from only a table away. He shouldn't be jealous of Michael. Michael was Michael; he would always be my best friend. "We still on for tonight?" Michael asked, his eyes beaming.

I nodded messing his dark brown hair like I always did. "Of course. I would never bail on you."

I made a huge mistake on looking up to Titus because for the lack of a better word he looked beyond pissed. Savannah's voice pulled me away from Titus' gaze. "Girl, operation elongated." She didn't bother whispering since probably the whole cafeteria heard her.

Operation elongated is our code for Cynthia, well, to destroy Cynthia anyways. I looked up to find Josh across the cafeteria with the devil herself. Cynthia had the most fake brown hair in the history of brown hairs. It was long and poorly curled. Okay, I'm biased. The girl didn't look too bad but Savannah is easily the prettier of the two girls.

We could hear her purr as she brought her fingers around Josh's muscled arm. Savannah scowled. "OPERATION ELONGATED, NOW." She barked.

Savannah never usually used her Beta voice - actually, no scratch that. She used it a lot, but this time she looked so furious that people from tables beside us flinched away from her. "What's operation elongated?" Michael asked, looking dumbfounded as he looked from Sav to me.

Castiel sighed, giving his sister a disapproving look. "Probably their code to do something they'll regret."

"Shut up, Cas." Savannah snapped, pointing a perfectly polished fingernail at her brother. "This doesn't concern you."

Michael was beaming at us, wanting in on whatever Savannah was up to. "I do like things that I'll regret." He said enthusiastically, clapping his hands like a little girl.

Michael always complained about Cynthia. He hated her; not becuase she took away his right hand in man w*****g, but becuase everyone knew that Cynthia's a b***h to everyone, except Josh. She is such a social climber that even though I knew she hated my guts for being close with Josh, she was always mortifyingly kissing my ass.

I am the highest in rank back in Auburn and she knows it. I guess when she realized she couldn't take it away from me she decided that it would be better if we were the best of friends instead.

It was repulsive. She looked so fake I wanted to rake my claws down her face. Savannah hated it the most, though. Once, back in Auburn, the two literally were screaming their lungs out at each other, but Josh pulled Savvy away and when Savannah wasn't looking she jumped on her, which lead to me finally being able to claw her face.

It was the last time she dared come close to me.

"Fine." Savnnah groaned when Michael wasn't budging with his irresistable puppy dog eyes that made angels sing. "But I'll need help with your connections, Anderson."

"Connections?" I drawled skeptically. It was never good when Savannah asked for Michael's help, him being the biggest prankster in Auburn.

Michael was grinning so widely I was scared that his mouth wouldn't snap back to its original form. "You have my resources." He assured, crossing his arms smugly.

Castiel shook his head at all of us. "Josh would be heartbroken with what you're about to do, Sav." He said, like he already knew what Savannah was thinking.

I shared a look with Michael at how the siblings were reading each other’s mind, freakishly. "Siblings." He mouthed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Josh is better off without Cynthia." Savannah pointed, giving her brother the most venomous look that her pretty face could conjure.

"Oh?" Cas said, raising an eyebrow at Sav. "So, Josh is better off with you, then? Is that what you're saying?" He said, his voice coated with the most knowing tone.

My hand flew to Castiel's shoulder. The two didn't always agree about things. "Castiel," I warned him. Castiel was an amazing brother to Savannah. He’d had her back ever since she was born, and yeah, they didn't have the best relationship, but everyone knew that they loved each other.

Savannah's face didn't waver, her stone cold expression still in place "Not everyone has a perfect girlfriend, Castiel." I had to stop myself from cringing at what she said. I wasn't perfect. I was practically cheating on Castiel for having wet dreams about a boy that was only a few steps from us.

Castiel sighed at her, shaking his head. "I just think that this is foolish. Doing all this for a guy that isn't even your mate."

"Oh I'm sorry I never knew Gab was your mate." Savannah growled. Her comment froze everyone in the lunch room as all eyes suddenly went to our table. I was silently praying a thank you to the moon goddess since Josh had already left with Cynthia so he didn't have to see this.

Castiel was rigid, his jaw clenched.  "Gab is more than a mate." He said, his voice so deep that it scared me. I've known Castiel my whole life and I've never ever heard him speak in that kind of tone.

In the corner of my eyes I could see Titus' looking like he wanted to jump in the conversation, his jaw bared, trying to hold in his anger. Thankfully, no one was paying any attention to him as everyone’s attention was still on us.

Michael looked awkward not knowing what to do with the spat the siblings were having. I didn't blame him since I too froze at the topic the two were having. Castiel, like their dad, was always calm and collected, trying to soothe my dad who was always angry. Savannah on the other hand was feisty, like Sofia. She wasn't really violent like my family was, but she didn't let anyone get away with anything.

I almost cheered in delight when the bell rang, telling us that lunch was over. I took that as my signal to grab for a seething Sav while Michael dragged a dangerously rigid Castiel out of the cafeteria. I lead Savvy to her next class without a word. When she was finally settled in I blew out a breath of relief.

I briskly made my way around the halls, trying to find my room, when I was grabbed by my waist into a dark janitors closet. I struggled, but the hold I was locked in was too strong. I didn't even seem to loosen the grip. My instincts kicked in as I brought my knee to my kidnapper’s crotch, making him wheeze, doubling over in pain.

I fumbled around trying to find the light, trying to give as much space as I could from my captor. When I finally found the light  I let out a gasp.

"Titus!"