The Alpha's Fight

Chapter 11 - Craving The Real Thing

I was half tempted to just hurl my phone and smash it into several pieces.

At least now I knew I was being monitored. If my friends and I were going to start secretly gaining support to overthrow our pack, we couldn’t use our phones at all. Not even if we deleted the messages or phone logs immediately. Whoever the mysterious guy was, it was uncertain to what extent he could be trusted and to not notify my father, especially if money was involved, it seemed.

Remembering what the guy said about ‘deleting my messages’, I quickly unlocked the screen and scrolled through each message meticulously, feeling as though I was being watched the entire time. Was he watching what I was doing right now? Remotely from wherever he was held up? Goddess, this was unnerving. I could practically hear that condescending laughter of his, knowing he was under my skin. There had been very few texts shared between me and my friends ever since Jayden had shifted. I normally deleted any messages with sensitive information in case my father demanded my phone to go through. He hadn’t ever, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

I couldn’t find anything on my phone. What was I missing, or was he f*****g with me?

‘You know how the photos have a backup bin… do the texts?’ Hawk suggested.

…Oh s**t!

I never thought of that. I just assumed they deleted permanently!

I tore through the settings for my messages, looking to see if there was a recovery bin… and there it was, with every message I thought I deleted. Holy f**k, this could have implicated all of us. If the mystery guy had seen these, had he made a copy? Was he going to blackmail me? Then why tell me? He could have kept quiet and revealed his hand later… what game was he playing?

If I was a paranoid mess because of my father before, I definitely was now.

My mind was everywhere as I walked back towards the more populated pack grounds. My skin still held a faint tremble with the lingering adrenaline and the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach persisted.

How did he know about Taylor, specifically?

I may have mentioned him in a few texts with Jayden and Scott, but it was never in any context. And I certainly never wrote how I felt about him. How did the guy know what Taylor meant to me?

‘That dude played you, is what,’ my wolf said.

‘What do you mean he played me? He f*****g knew!’

‘I don’t think he did, not for definite anyway,’ Hawk muttered. ‘He put the dots together, baited you for your reaction and you confirmed everything. I honestly don't know whether to be impressed with that guy or be filled with murderous rage.’

I got the feeling that the mysterious guy inspired similar emotions in most people he dealt with.

I mind-linked my small group of friends to meet me in the small park, not too far away from the pack's main town where our main pack house lay. Once we were all together, and with no one in earshot, I told Scott, Jayden, Sloane and Imogen everything. Like me, they had no clue what to make of any of it, except stare at their phones like it was a danger.

"So… this guy… he's just going to contact me?" Jayden asked, nervously.

"I honestly don't know. Jay, I thought it was all going to go through me. If I'd known he had stuff on all of us, I would have never suggested any of this," I tried to apologise. I felt like I had put a spotlight and a possible target on all their backs.

"No, Hunter, it's fine. I wanted to take this chance," Jayden smiled, somewhat painfully. "I didn't like you taking all the risk here anyway."

"And if you ask me, this is a good thing," Scott threw his opinion in. "Now we all know we were being spied on. We can up our game. It showed our weak spots."

I nodded, in complete agreement. I hated that my innocent friends had been drawn attention to, but had I never done any of this, we would have never known and carried on in complete ignorance.

"We should stick to mind-link from now on. No one discusses anything on our phones ever," I looked around the small group.

Imogen waved her hand in my face, "uh hello! Some of us don’t have that privilege yet and might not for years."

"Sloane might have to relay things to you. You might not like it, learning things last, but we can't risk this," I tried to give her a sympathetic smile.

She huffed, folding her arms across herself. "I just hate feeling useless."

"Oh, buttercup," Sloane nuzzled her. "You're not. Far from it. You're helping Hunter keep his cover, you listen out for gossip in the pack dining hall when you have a shift there. And," she flashed me a cheeky grin. "You can tell Hunter all the little things about Taylor so he daydream about him."

"Very funny," I said, unimpressed as everyone burst into fits of laughter.

'Like you seriously don't want to know everything little Imogen can find out about our sweet blond boy,' my wolf joined the sniggering.

"Speaking of shifts in the dining hall, I actually have one soon," Imogen wiped her eyes from laughter and noticed the time.

We all went our separate ways and I walked Imogen to the pack house since we were both heading there.

"Hey, you know what you said," I nudged her as we walked. "I don't see you as a burden or liability or anything just because you can't shift. I won't leave you out of plans or dismiss your ideas, you know. I… I kinda like having you around…"

"Really?" Her big blue eyes glistened, looking up at me.

"Yeah, you feel like a sister. Even my wolf says the same," I draped my arm over her shoulder.

"That would make me your older sister since I'm the eldest," she grinned. "Oooo, that means you have to do everything I say!"

"Fat chance. I'm regretting saying anything," I gripped her neck in a playful headlock.

"Hey! Respect your elders, young man!" She giggled, trying to break free.

"Maybe I'll see you later, at dinner service?" She asked once she was loose.

"Providing I'm not demanded elsewhere," I rolled my eyes.

And it was like he had some sixth sense. I felt my father's hard stare on my back, coupled with his oppressive aura. Imogen scampered away, uncomfortable and slightly fearful of his eyes on her.

"A tiny unshifted Omega?" Nicholas raised a brow at me, stepping down from the double doors of the pack house. "This was the run that you were so enthusiastic to scurry off for?"

Part of me wanted to throw up at what he was implying. The idea that he thought I had run off to fool around with a she-wolf, and Imogen at that, was nauseating. But he said nothing else. There were no guards to arrest me. He didn't look at me suspiciously, like I was hiding something. He looked at me with that sick pride I hated.

"I suppose Omegas have a certain pleasant submissive quality. They'll do anything you say," a disgusting smirk cut across his face. "Just make sure you stay away during their heat. The only pups you'll be siring are pure Alpha-blooded pups."

I swallowed the bile working its way up my throat, the burning sensation was one I was used to by this point. There was no way on this earth was I ever touching that red-haired girl, April. She-wolf pheromones hadn’t ever affected or triggered a mating rut within me before when they went into their twice-yearly heat after shifting, and I doubted they ever would.

“Yes… sir,” I strained, a bite of a growl escaping from Hawk who had begun his usual tirade in the back of my mind. And he said I had a big mouth. What a hypocrite.

“Watch that wolf of yours, boy,” my father quickly descended the steps and gripped my collar in a vice hold. “If you don’t keep adequate control, I’ll have to discipline the both of you.”

Hawk silenced, reluctantly, in the back of my mind. We knew what Nicholas meant by ‘discipline’. It wouldn’t be a beating, or extra training from him directly. Silver would be involved. And the threat of silver genuinely scared me, as it did for many wolves.

My father dropped me abruptly and strode away without a backward glance and I quickly made my way up to my room to be alone, to be somewhere I felt some form of safety.

‘You really need to get a grip, Hawk,’ I snapped.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold both mine and his anger at bay. I didn’t want to be anything like Nicholas, and my wolf’s random bursts of violent ranting weren’t helping.

‘I can’t stand by and have that f*****g man dictate our life!’ He roared. ‘If he thinks we’re producing any pups for his precious bloodline, the shithead has another thing coming.’

‘But if you keep acting out of control, we’ll be under his thumb even more,’ I tried to reason… with an animal.

He grumbled to himself incoherently, pacing with the odd swear ringing out. At least he had calmed from an out-and-out rage.

His tirade was one I agreed with though. Part of me loved the idea of pups in the future, but I was a huge f*****g mess. What sort of father could I ever be? No, I would never have my own biological children. My Alpha line, along with the family name, would end with me.

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I was still a little black and blue for school on Monday morning after yesterday's training. My father had pushed me beyond anything he had before, just as he had promised. There wasn't a single part of me that didn't have a lingering ache.

And what caught my senses on the breeze past the school gates stirred the deepest aching loss, easing it simultaneously. I hadn't smelt the sweet scent of rain since the day I heard him speak.

Taylor, stood talking to another student. The morning sun illuminated his whole figure. His sultry hooded hazel eyes swirled with their golden green depth, capturing my attention without any effort on his part. His dusky dark blond wavy curls lit up his entire face, only rivalled by the bright smile plastered across his full lips.

'I want to make him smile like that…' Hawk whimpered, that familiar feeling of jealousy stabbing at both of us.

Just as Taylor's eyes moved in my direction, I ducked away, avoiding his glance and disappearing into the small crowd. I couldn't risk meeting his eyes again. The last time, I almost went to him. If others saw me captivated like that…

…I had already brought dangerous attention upon him, without me adding even more, because I couldn't control myself.

'You may have a slight situation, pants-wise,' Hawk snickered to himself.

'I know, dammit!' Why did he feel the need to tell me, when I could feel the uncomfortable tightness and pressure around my groin.

I quickly dashed into the boys' restroom, locking the stall door behind me. I tried to rearrange my front as best as possible to make it less obvious that I was dealing with a raging erection. This always happened whenever I spotted him or caught his scent. It was bad enough when they popped up out of nowhere, at least I could deal with those easily and 'tuck it' elsewhere. Around Taylor, they got uncomfortable and, lately, increasingly 'leaky'. Why was it so hard to be around him?

Hawk snorted, 'nice choice of words there.'

'You know what I mean!' I snapped.

Some days even a stiff breeze carrying his faint scent could set it off.

My wolf snorted again, 'stiff.'

'Would you grow up?'

'You're doing enough growing for the two of us,' he howled.

I sighed, resting my head back against the stall wall, my wolf was such a stupid cheeseball.

The sensations were difficult to shake all day. Even through an awkward and tense dinner with my father and his loyal mutts. Was all of this because I had been starved of Taylor's scent all week? What the hell was going to happen after I graduated and I lost all my excuses for seeing him?

That thought alone created chills down my spine. How would I catch glimpses of him? I couldn't go around stalking him! That was insane… I needed to think on this one, so I didn't come off as a psycho with a fixation… even though that was exactly what I was.

Laid in my bed, I tried to shift my focus to anything other than dusky gold curls… pretty and enticing eyes…

With my hands clasped under my head, I tried counting the slats of wood on the ceiling, anything to distract my mind. My eyes started to strain at around 70 and I quickly began losing count…

…It was the gentle caress of a warm hand and long masculine fingers trailing across my chest that shuddered my body into attention. Its owner seemed to love playing with the light covering of chest hair growing, threading through the sparse covering. A smile I couldn't hold back, spread instantly. I had wanted to feel his touch, his real touch, for so long.

"You came," I lazily grinned at him.

He hummed in response, "of course I did. I could feel you calling out for me."

Goddess, his voice. Still a little boyish but nevertheless masculine and incredibly soft. Just as I remembered, but with an echoing tone to it this time.

"How did you get in here?" I grasped his hand, kissing his open palm.

"Like I'm going to tell you all my secrets," he teased, leaning in to kiss up from my shoulder to my neck.

I slipped my hand into his hair, gripping his curls to pull his mouth up to meet mine, where I wanted it… well, one of the places I wanted his lips. Our tongues collided, danced and dominated the other. His taste of sweet rain was everything I wanted it to be, delicate and delicious, just as every other little detail of him was.

He climbed onto my lap, straddling my naked waist and I felt his own nude and impressive body above me. I pulled away and pushed him back slightly. Not to reject his advances but to marvel at him, to admire his lean yet defined muscles. The moonlight from my open window bathed him in all the light I needed. The room around us didn't feel real, it seemed to swirl and revolve. But he… he was the only constant that remained fixed.

"What's the matter? Don't you want me?" He whispered, grinding himself against me ever so slightly.

I groaned, almost coming from his bare c**k against mine.

"I'll always want you…" I slid my hand up his stomach, sweeping over his chest, gripping his neck and squeezed lightly.

He whimpered, grinding harshly. I chuckled, sitting up to swirl his n****e around my tongue and lips.

"I think you like a firm hand," I nipped his sensitive rosy pink bud.

He shoved me back down to the bed, fire burning in his sparkling golden green eyes. Did he always have this dominant edge? I liked it. I wouldn't mind experiencing my Omega's firm hand.

"I didn't come here for you to dictate what happens… I'm in control," his hands rested on either side of my head and he glared down at me with a mischievous glint.

He captured my mouth before I could voice anything more, not that I was about to deny him. That fact he held this secret dominant tone enticed me further and made me want him all the more. Was this really what my Taylor was like?

His tongue lightly trailed downward, tracing each of my muscles till he reached my rigid and painfully ready appendage. He kissed my bare and exposed leaking head, swallowing me whole. I saw stars and colours explode across my vision. His hot wet mouth, tongue and lips built my pleasure till I couldn't take it anymore. My fingers slipped into his soft curls, encouraging him to take me deeper, faster, more savagely. He complied with vigour, deepthroating my c**k over and over until I exploded with a feral roar I had never made before now.

"Did I do good, Alpha?" He had a playful edge as he called me by my title.

My title had never sounded pleasant. It felt like a burden when said by anyone else, a curse and a heavy weight. I loved it coming from him, I felt whole. If I would be an Alpha… I wanted him as my Luna.

"More than good," I shuddered, needing more of him.

I spread my come all along my hardened member, already rigid and wanting more of our sweet blond boy. My tip brushed against his tight ass, eager to f**k him until he lost his voice.

I thrust upwards…

…Sitting bolt upright, wondering where my Taylor had vanished to.

I was still in my bed, only, I was alone.

…He was here… he was right here… I could taste him still on my lips, on my tongue.

My head flew around the room… there was no moonlight shining through. The curtains were closed and blocked most of the light out. This wasn't right, they were open. The moonlight coated Taylor's skin in a silvery glow.

I felt damp and incredibly uncomfortable. I peeled my bed sheets back to see I was indeed naked still. I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat… and a huge and thick coating of ejaculate.

…Was none of it real?

'You mean that was all a wet dream?!' My wolf whined, completely disappointed. 'Well, s**t. The dream could've cut out after we f****d him senseless!'

But it had felt so real… how could any of that not really have happened? Part of me wanted to run to Taylor and experience him for real, to throw him down on his bed and take him all night, or have him pin me and ride my c**k till neither of us could walk… these were dangerous wants.

Fantasy Taylor was making me crave the real thing…