Killing The Alpha

*Paige POV* "Grip the shaft as so" As I watch the teacher, my eyes glaze over, I am ready to drill my eyes out, I would literally rather walk straight into the cafeteria and grab a fork, jam it in my own eyeballs, pull them out and then sit down for a nice afternoon snack of eyeball stew than have to watch this again. There is only so many times a person can possibly watch a severely unattractive, slightly overweight, short, oily skin, greasy hair, smelly middle-aged lady use a giant pink rubber d*ldo to demonstrate the art of giving oral pleasure. I look around at the other girls who are watching intently nodding their heads at the right time, even taking down notes. The teacher makes me sick, the students make me sick and most of all, this school makes me sick. It is my prison, my own personal hell. "Now you have to learn what your alpha likes, some want you to cup the balls, some want you to………." And that is when I stealthily place my headphones in my ears, covering the tiny white buds with masses of my dark brown hair. I decide to listen to some death metal because there is nothing like listening to an insane drum solo while watching an old lady go to town on a rubber d*ldo. So where am I? Where is this delightful place you ask? Let me welcome you to Luna academy. No, no, no, it is not what you are thinking, it is nothing like alpha academy at all, it is not a requirement and not many actually come to this goddess-forsaken place. If they do, they only stay here for six months to a year maximum. Me? I have been here for ten long, gruelling, torturous, disgusting, nauseating, mind-numbing years. What is Luna academy you may be asking? Well, they crafted their lesson plan from a mixture between a 1940s housewife guide and a 60s p*rn film. You want a strong, independent luna? Well, don't come here. You want a simpering, submissive, obedient, unopinionated luna?…… well, this place is your one-stop shop. According to the Luna academy curriculum. The rules, the most important things about being a luna? -Alpha is always right -Luna's opinion ain't worth sh*t. -A Luna is a glorified d*ck polisher, a hole or, as Ms Cullen is demonstrating now, many holes for a alpha to seek pleasure. Me? I will get him a can of lemon-scented furniture polish and a micro-fibre cloth and he can polish that thing himself, keeping my holes out of the equation. If he thinks I am going to choke to death on his c*ck he can go back to sleep and dream it when I snap his damn neck. My pleasure doesn't matter only his? I say hell no. If he has a stupid idea, I am just meant to agree and never voice my point of view? I say hell no. To me, being a Luna is so much more than what they say, my mother was so much more than what they preach here. To me, a Luna is strong, challenging, righteous, the biggest supporter, the listening ear, the opposing view, the voice of reason, so much more, so many things, not an obedient puppy with their ass in the air, waving it around, waiting to be pounded. Me? I have no interest in being a Luna at all. I believe that a Luna should be a lot of things, but I am not one. I am not interested in the slightest. The furious guitar and slamming drums can't seem to block out the sound of Ms Cullen gagging, she really goes all out for these demonstrations, the amount of rubber she can fit down her throat and still be in a standing position is nothing short of impressive. My music momentarily pauses as a message comes through. I know it is risky to check as I will get thrown in the adjustment room if I get caught with any sort of device that can contact the outside world. But since Ms Cullen is gagging hard on pink rubber, her eyes are closed and tears pouring down her cheeks, I figure that I am reasonably safe. Carter: 'Your teacher really knows how to handle that piece of meat' Paige: 'I can get her number for you if you like' Carter: 'If you have homework in this class, I will selflessly volunteer my services' I can’t help but laugh. What a jackass. Paige: 'You can gag on your own d*ck' Carter: 'Would if I could hunny' Paige: 'Have I ever told you that you are a deviant?' Carter: 'Only daily' I look out the window and my eyes skim the treeline searching, I can't see him at all. Paige: 'Where are you?' Carter: 'While I love watching the copious amounts of saliva pour out that old hags face, that isn't going to give me nightmares at all' Funny, I didn't think that he could convey sarcasm in text, but somehow within the lettering I can feel the sarcasm dripping, I can hear his voice as he says it. Which only causes me to stifle a laugh, imaging my big tough alpha best friend having nightmares about pink rubber d*ldo. He continues. Carter: 'Shuffle forward slightly so that I can see that beauty' I move forward and peer out the window, smiling as I spot the flash of blonde. Carter: 'Ohh yeah baby, that is a work of art' Paige: 'Shut it id*ot' But a small smile creeps up on my face. If it wasn't for this man I probably would have gone insane from this whole experience or at least I wouldn't be the person I am today, I definitely know that my plans would not be possible. I would still just be thinking about it, without the skills or knowledge needed to pull it off. All ideas, no action. Well that is not exactly true. He helped along the way but I definitely wasn’t sitting idle before he came into the picture. He is my best friend, well scratch that, my only friend, he is my s*xual release, he is my trainer and he is my boxing bag. So how did I get here? What led up to the point of me being abandoned here for ten long years attending this so-called academy for twenty times longer than most other girls? What led to a nine-year-old ending up in an establishment where she had to watch the same old bag shove a d*ldo down her throat as her first eye-opening foray into s*x. How is it possible that I'm not completely messed up? Well, the jury is still out on that one because I'm not sure. Also, not really sure how messed up I am, on the scale of sane to psychotic I would be leaning more toward the latter. It all happened ten years ago, so let me tell you my story. A little over ten years ago, my birth pack was attacked, to the point that we were taken down, overthrown, dismantled, we were attacked to the point that my father, the alpha, the luna, my mother both perished. My older brother, the future Alpha, also did not make it through that night. In one night, I went from beloved little sister, beloved daughter to becoming an orphan. In a pack that technically I was meant to lead, because I was the only alpha blood remaining. Half of the pack warriors were taken out, we were dwindling and we were homeless. Pups were dying, we were struggling, we were all running. The entire pack, the ones that survived, managed to make it off the pack lands and it was up to me to keep everyone safe. I was doing my best to help, to keep everyone together. My mum loved weapons so I was able to hold off some of the attacks with the small amount of weapons that I had stashed on my body, but even the weapons were starting to dwindle, lost or left on dead bodies. My energy was dwindling, my body was starting to give up. I was only nine, while I could heal faster than a human, I had nowhere near werewolf speed, it was impossible to go into so many battles without getting damaged. The more damaged I became the more exhausted I got, the harder it was to hold on, but I was going to give my life for my pack. Defending my pack is a noble death. The rogues just kept coming. It was a desperate fight, a pointless fight, a fight that I knew was going to claim my life but that would never make me give up. I was going to fight till the end, till my very last breath.