Alpha Knight

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

Bo

“The moon is almost full, gents,” Coach Jamison preaches in the locker room after practice. We get this lecture every month, and after four years, I can pretty much recite it.

But still—I know it’s important s**t—especially for the freshmen who are still in the throes of puberty.

“Lock yourselves in your rooms before the game and after the pack run. Do not go anywhere near a female, or” —he holds his hands up— “a male, if that’s your interest. I’m not judging.”

He paces through the locker room as we filter out of the showers wrapped in towels to stand at our lockers and get dressed. “You boys have raging hormones. You are not safe for the community at large. The moon amplifies your need. It makes you too aggressive. j******f before the game—I don’t want that much testosterone running through you when we play Lakeside. I can’t risk one of you breaking a human’s neck.

“And other than jacking your own c***s, you will keep it zippered. I’m not going to warn you to use condoms because you will not be getting your d***s wet this weekend.

“Even if you have a girlfriend—especially if you have a girlfriend—stay the hell away from her tomorrow night. And I don’t subscribe to the sow your wild oats with humans philosophy. Boys, you are even less safe to human females right now. They can’t defend themselves. If I ever hear one of you forced a girl—human or she-wolf—you are permanently off this team, and I will personally kick your a*s. Understood?”

“Yes, Coach Jamison,” we all reply.

“Louder.”

“Yes, Coach Jamison,” we shout, our voices echoing off the metal lockers.

“Wilde, you keep an eye out for every boy on this team during pack run,” Coach tells my buddy, who is team captain.

“Yes, sir.” He pulls a t-shirt over his head.

Coach lays a lot of pack-alpha responsibility on Wilde, which is one of the reasons I’m glad I wasn’t named captain. Yeah, I’m alpha. There’s a reason me and my buddies are called the alpha-holes of Wolf Ridge High. But ruling the school and leading a pack are two different things. One comes from a place of rebellion. We flip the bird to everyone but our coach and do whatever the hell we want. We make the social rules at Wolf Ridge High—who is popular. Who gets invited to the mesa. Who’s worthy to date.

But Wilde has to uphold rules now. Although Jamison’s list of rules is short: No fighting with humans. No impregnating females—human or wolf. No taking a female against her will. No mating bites, even if we think we’re in love.

We head out, but our meanest alpha-hole, Cole, hangs back. “Austin, can you take Casey home tonight?”

Abe, Austin’s younger brother walks over to catch a ride home, too. He’s a sophomore but already playing varsity with us, which says a lot because every guy on this team is an athlete of magnitude.

Austin narrows his eyes at Cole. “Yeah, why?”

We all know why.

Cole showed up to practice with the scent of that human all over him. His next door neighbor—the one he hates because her mom took his dad’s job.

Only everyone knows hate is pretty f*****g close to something else. Something bordering on obsession, if you ask me. I’ve seen the way he crowds her up against her locker. The way he’s always looking for her.

Cole shrugs. “I have to see a teacher about homework.”

Uh huh.

But whatever. My d**k’s hard for a human, too.

I went straight home after dropping the Cave Hills b***h off and yanked it all night. I had her scent all up in my nose. It had rubbed off on the back of my t-shirt where she pressed those luscious breasts against me while we rode, so I took the shirt off and wrapped it around my c**k. Pretended she was giving me the h*****b to show her gratitude for the ride.

I fell asleep to the image of her tossing that mane of hair over her shoulder with her flippant I didn’t throw it line as she walked away. Every time I replayed it, I had a different comeback. All of them physical. All of them ending with her on her knees in front of my c**k, saying please may I suck it?

Yeah, as if that ever happens in real life.

The trouble with p**n is that it makes regular high school s*x about as exciting as sitting through American History class on a half day.