Daddy And Alpha

Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE : uh-oh; Reminisces of moments worthy of regret

As amused as he looked by my being shaken by his presense, he still looked angry and his tone was threatening punishment

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How was it only 3:30?

The urge to thud my forehead hard with my palm, or better yet, fist, was almost irresistible as I watched the seconds go by as quick as molasses during one of the most boring lessons I would ever attend.

Who was I kidding, every physics class was the absolute worst, the slow, monotone and mundane voice of Mrs Kimber always bored the s**t out of me.

And I was not speaking for myself only, the sighs and yawns of my tortured classmates was enough validation that I was not alone in this battle to survive the next thirty minutes, which, if you asked me, felt like forever!

I was not just being a brat about it, if anything I was one of the few students who could at least keep up the pretence of an interested face while most of my classmates entertained themselves with stealthy texting or sketching less than impressive drawings to pass time.

Mrs Kimber was continuously blabbering something on kinematics and seeing as this was the introductory lesson on the topic, I should have been mustering more effort to pay attention, but the middle aged woman's choice of outfit had a better story to tell than what its owner could discuss. As opposed to listening to what she had to say,I was choosing to play know-it-all fashion police in the comfort of my thoughts, something I did a lot more than anyone was aware.

Let's see, we could do away with the green pencil skirt, it doesn't really go with the brown blouse. Oh no! The blazer is an absolute no...and obviously not her size. Where did she get it from? Her grandfather's closet?

I was scrutinizing, judging and correcting her clothing choices as she scribbled more diagrams on the board. While that was going to do nothing to educate me on my worst performed subject, at least it kept my eyes glued to the front of the class and lessened the amount of ammunition she would have in the inevitable event of a future confrontation about my bad grades.

My eyes darted to my left to meet the intensely enerveted face of my best friend, Molly, her lids were threating to shut her eyes closed as she rested her head on her palms and elbows on the desk she had been decorating with her pencil for the past minutes. I could tell just how exasperated she was by the lack of enthusiasm from Mrs Kimber. As much of a carefree diva she was, she had a love for excellency and passion when it came to people doing their jobs and Mrs Kimber was 10 oceans away from achieving any of the two when it came to her teaching skills.

If I had any judging to do, I would say Molly was more bored than any other student in the room but that was probably because I already knew her and just how badly she hated school, that is when it came to the actual classes.

Give her the extra shenanigans that come with school-going to do partake in and she was keener than a bottle of saturated mustard.

Her eyes immediately met mine when the sound of my stiffled giggle alerted her. Her nearly bloodshot eyes found a bit of life when she smiled back at me, shaking her head as she caught sight of the blank page in my book.

I sighed quietly and tapped on my wrist watch to let her know I was feeling her pain and could also really appreciate the time speeding its ass up.

That earned me a quick eyeroll and a facepalm before she turned to the front of the class and waved a middle finger at Mrs Kimber who was oblivious to anything that was happening behind her.

The few months that she had taught me were enough for me to reach a conclusion that she was just an evil woman that had to choose her profession under undesirable circumstances.

I mean, what else would explain such behavior?

Mrs Kimber definitely knew she was putting the class to sleep, it had to be obvious to her after months of receiving groans and yawns instead of enthusiastic students hoisting their hands to the sky as soon as a question was thrown their way. She drew power from seeing us suffer and struggle to keep our thoughts in the classroom. Honestly speaking, why else would she talk endlessly without any feedback? No other reason!

Worse still, it was becoming more evident that she enjoyed having us fail because the more difficult the topic was, the more she made it a point to take away the little potential aspect of interest and excitement from it.

Thankfully, I didn't have to put up with any more bullshit for another minute. The bell was finally deciding to put an end to our misery as it chimed through the hallways and gave life to my dying classmates.

"Is that the bell already? Jeepers! Time truly does fly…"

Sure, Mrs Kimber, that's exactly what EVERYONE is thinking!

I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm she disguised with her bowed head and hoarse voice.

"To further your understanding, you can turn to page sixty of your workbooks and perform the few exercises in there. Only if you want to further your understanding, remember that."

Okay, so...compulsory assignment on page sixty and since "a few exercises" equates to everything on the darn page in this woman's vocabulary, I knew I had a lot to do before Tuesday came by.

My handy dandy, multipurpose notebook finally got a second taste of ink as I jotted down the page number below the word "kinematics", which I wrote at the start of the class to remind me that I had more s**t to learn on my own before the next class on Tuesday.

She proceeded to pack the rest of her books in her brown laptop bag before giving an analyzing stare to each of us.

"Only if you wish to, okay? Have yourselves a brillant weekend."

Her voice was very convincing and yet by now we were all unfazed by her not so obvious joking voice and references.

The first time she used the clever trick on us, best believe not even a single person had bothered to perform the assigned task, leaving the entire class to serve two hours of detention as though she had been clear on the homework being mandatory.

Her short heels carried her out of the class at last and as though on cue, a loud sigh of relief sounded through the classroom. I quickly grabbed my notebook and waited for Molly to grab her denim jacket from behind her stool.

"I barely made it out of that one!" she yawned with her eyes tearing from the hard battle she fought for a full hour with the sweet temptation of slumber.

"Goodness, Molly, you look awful!" I had to put it out there. I do not believe I had seen her look more worn out my entire life.

"Kacey, you really do not need to rub it in you know? That witch seriously outdid herself today"

"I do not know if "witch" is worthy of her anymore. She must be satan himself " I stated with annoyance before following her through the exit.

I was more than done for this day but that did not matter at this moment, as soon as my body left that classroom, I made it a point to give my mood a lift.

I had something far too exciting to look forward to for one dose of evil witch Mrs Kimber to put me down .

Molly was clearly thinking the same thing. Her face had changed completely and she had energy I could not see her having when we were trapped in that boring lesson.

"You know what? I'm not about to let that old woman ruin my weekend, I've been waiting for this all year!"

Her high pitched voice made sure the messsage was clear enough as she stated with excitement.

This Sunday was Molly's eighteenth birthday and she was planning on going all out for it. We had the entire weekend at her father's vacation home and from all the plotting and planning she had time to do since the year began, I knew it was going to be a party worth remembering.

"We should leave now!" She squealed as she shoved her books into her bag and beckoned me to do the same.

"What about Damien? I thought he asked to meet you after school today?"

Damien was Molly's boyfriend who she had stuck with for two years now. He had the looks, I'll admit, but he definitely did not have my blessing to date my bestfriend. He was a cheating, arrogant nightmare and he brought out the worst in Molly.

I could actually say I was glad that the time most teenagers in this school dreaded was almost here for her. She was turning 18 and that meant she could possibly find her mate soon, and hopefully replace that ass she calls the love of her life.

There was always drama when people discovered who their mates were, an even bigger fuss if the two happened to be perfectly going to this very school. I had watched with intrigue and even entertained the gossip as the lives of the seniors before me fell apart as some relationships got torn to bits. It was fun to help delapilate them further, I will admit, but that was before I was in their shoes.

Everyone just dated whoever before that moment came and unfortunately, that was exactly what I had done-found myself a non-ugly boy to call a boyfriend and pass time because...what else do you do in high school?

Molly did not look as worried as I thought she should, somehow in her rose painted head, Damien was her mate and there would be no need for her to stress about anything. She was definitely deluded to breathe and believe that but I was letting her live in the fantasy fully aware that I would be there to pick up the pieces when her heart broke.

"No, I'm mad at him. I'll explain later, can we just go?" She could not even look at me as she spoke.

Nothing new there, everytime we discussed Damien, it was not good news. I held my hands up in surrender to show her I would not push her to talk about it. For my own sake too, it was best left alone because I was not ready to deal with moody Molly.

"Is my Dad here yet though?" I questioned, making her twist her face and remain in thought for a second before gasping.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you, my father is the one picking us up today. Apparently he gave your dad a task to complete this afternoon so he will not be able to make it." She packed the last book she would need for the weekend and casually zipped her electric blue backpack, unaware of the seriousness of what she had just declared.

I'm sorry but what? What were my ears hearing? Martin Drummond was picking me up today while I looked a mess? The most unappealing I have ever looked on a school day?

Now, you must be confused but to enlighten you on why my reaction was so out of proportion, Mr Drummond was a man like no other. He was the splitting image of the man of my fantasies walking this earth. Sure he was a tad bit older than me..okay he was much older than me but that never stopped my mind from wandering to forbidden territory. I dreamt of him doing sweet, oh so desirable things to me almost each night.

He was the man of my dreams, the only crush I had and probably would ever have. My feelings for him were more bizzare than I could put into words, as a matter of fact, the words to describe how I felt everytime he laid his eyes on me had not been invented yet but a mixture of extreme excitement, horniness, anxiousness and being in complete ecstasy and afraid at the same time would do.

He was everything I needed in a man, but he was Molly's father and my father's closest friend. That on its own was enough to make me and him ever getting together a pipe dream. But there was more, Martin Drummond was the Alpha of my pack. My dad was his beta and had been that one person he trusted for years. As much as I wanted that s*x god of a man, he was completely out of my reach and my crush coming out into the open could destroy so many good relationships.

"What? When did you find out about this?" I was trying hard to keep a poker face and not stutter as I asked.

"Last night I think, I did not think it was a big deal so I did not keep it mind all day."

She joked while I died inside. I had only been in a car with Martin Drummond once, and that was years ago before I knew it was possible for my hormones to overcome my rational thinking every time I saw him.

In fact, I had only been really near him a few times, whenever I came over to Molly's, he was either secluded in his office or room or he was not around.

The pack meetings had been my only hope for eye candy over the course of my crush on him, and even then, I could not act proper when his eyes turned towards me.

"He must be here now, you know how he is always punctual so we have to go, Kace."

Molly reminded me of my unfortunate predicament once more whilst pulling me by my forearm and basically forcing me to walk behind her.

I would not be this anxious had I not done what I did and listened to that tiny little voice in my head that I always hear threatening regret whenever I go against my gut or conscience.

But what else was I to do? A rare sight of him seated by his garden was enough temptation to have me leaving my house in only my underwear and a chiffon robe that barely covered my n*****s.

I enjoyed every single second of the reactions I was getting from him as I walked casually to get the mail, and got the thrill of my life when I bent over after dropping one letter accidentally on purpose and picked it up with an acrh to my back. At that moment, I could not see his face but I could feel his eyes boring a huge hole on my ass that was in clear display due to my skimpy thong.

It was exciting, no doubt about that, but it was also risky, and the first time I had done something like that, acted on my crush for him instead of watch and admire secretly from a distance. It was stupid of me, I know that now. But after a long while of only dreaming of doing such a thing, my hormones had won over my fear.

And suddenly after years of my dad being the one to pick Molly and I from school when we chose to not walk, he was out of nowhere taking his place?

Coincidence? I really did not believe so.

I felt the blood rush down to my feet and leave my body when I saw his car awaiting us. He was as stern looking as usual, hard to read and intimidating even from so many feet away.

I had to take slow breaths just to keep myself from hyperventilating and alarming my best friend.

Regret was definite! What I had done was nothing I was ashamed of but had it been to a different man, I would be feeling more positive about what was to be the consequence. Not when it was Martin.

He was feared by people who had never even met him. He had built our pack to be the strongest in this city and he had done so without showing any mercy. The man was the walking description of the word "intimidation". Even Molly feared him at times, his reputation and character kept her as close to the straight and narrow as she could manage, despite failing on quite a few instances.. Although he had never given her reason to be outrageously scared of him, she just felt it was necessary to ensure he never had reason to discipline her. The girl was his daugther so who was I to be so brave as to flash him with obvious intent?

"Hey dad!" Molly waved at her father through the open passenger side window before opening the door to enter.

"Sweetheart, why don't you let Kacey take the front? I know you aren't particularly fond of how I navigate the roads." Martin stopped Molly before her butt could touch the leather seat and she just nodded.

What? For what?

And why was she listening to him?!

"I think you're right, Kacey is much braver than I am so she should definitely take the front seat."

A little too brave if you ask me best friend!

I smiled awkwardly and waved even more embarrassingly as I greeted him with a shriek in my voice.

What he did in return killed me more, he chose to smirk, only slightly and release a barely audible chuckle before looking straight ahead. The chuckle was suggestive of too many things for me to even begin to guess what he was thinking.

As amused as he looked by my being shaken by his presense, he still looked angry and his tone was threatening punishment. It always threatened punishment, that never changed despite how long he had known me and my family.

I sank into the seat, wishing a portal would magically appear and egulf me, take me anywhere but here in this car!

The engine roared and I stupidly let out a gasp while he put both hands on the steering wheel without moving the car.

"Seatbelt!" His olive green eyes stared deeply into mine as he gave the clear instruction, the gaze staying on me for a much longer time than I thought I could take before my sanity flew right out this open window.

"Sorry!" I quickly strapped myself into the seat and died inside. What else could I do but apologize? The man's whole demeanor was ill-defined but I had no doubt he was trying to drive my anxiety to the roof, he made no effort to hide it. He looked angry for one obvious reason or another and my heart could not stop thumping with how close to him I was.

There was no way this was just about my father being assigned a task. I should have known better! What had I gotten myself into?!