Consequences for Madison

CHAPTER 3

SENDING A MESSAGE

(Madison's pov)

I waited for Whitney, the school’s bully, to take a breath then I responded, “You know Whitney, you are right, you are very useful in our pack. In fact, you never say no when given a chance to f**k or suck. All the guys like spending time with you, if it’s behind closed doors." I paused letting the truth sink in.

Then I continued my speech, "And I've noticed that you only degrade and bully females to guarantee others don’t realize how pathetic and disgusting you are. As much as I would love to have a middle school debate with you, it would only take five to end it.”

I started to walk away, but she took the bait and pushed me to the side of the crowd. I smiled as I stepped away from the wall. Amelia took over as I turned around.

Amelia calmly said, “One,” as a kick to Whitney's knee forced her to drop to the ground. The w***e looked dazed and confused.

Amelia patiently said, “Two,” as a punch to Whitney’s jaw forced her to twist to the left. The w***e gasped.

Amelia serenely said, “Three,” as a punch to Whitney’s hip forced her body to rotate almost 180 degrees like a dance move. The w***e moaned.

Amelia softly said, “Four,” as a kick to Whitney’s back caused her to fall flat on her stomach. The w***e whimpered.

Amelia quietly said, “Five,” as she grabbed Whitney’s hair lifting her head and whispered, “You will always be the trash of our pack,” then let go as a smack echoed on the ground. The w***e was silent.

The crowd was shocked and started to separate providing a royal path for Amelia's exit.

Transitioning back, Amelia howled in my head with pride wanting to cause Whitney more pain, as I walked away fixing my hair into a loose bun.

Amelia prefers to show our strength, but I have to be more selective. If I get kicked out of school and can’t earn a high school diploma, a requirement for applying to the Citadel's elite warrior training, my future plans of being an elite instructor are over.

THE EFFECT

(Jackson's pov)

Rumors were spreading around school like wildfire about Maddy’s fight with Whitney. I overheard a couple omegas talking about Whitney being knocked out and leaving in an ambulance. Dreading the consequences that Maddy might face, especially with Whitney's parent's corrupt influence within the werewolf community, I leaned against my jeep after school waiting for my best friend.

I texted Mathias so see if he's heard anything about the fight, but his response was vague which meant he was with his father and I probably just got Maddy in trouble with Alpha Payton. As time clicked by, the parking lot got quiet and I became nervous for my best friend.

Thirty minutes had passed when Maddy sauntered out of the building with a pissed off look on her face. I remained quiet giving her time to calm down on our ride home, but as we pulled up to the pack house, I finally asked, “Maddy, what happened?”

She leaned back against her seat with her head hung down and said with closed eyes, “Whitney was being a b***h again.”

After the last fight Maddy got caught being involved in, I remember she mentioned the possibility of getting expelled. I needed more details so I asked, “What did the principal say?” She let out a loud sigh, “The principal was quiet.”

Maddy rubbed her hands on her lap as I parked then admitted, “I explained how Whitney bullied a girl and I tried to defend her." She paused then groaned, "Whitney wasn't there but her parents were and they threatened to press charges.”

Maddy took another deep breath and I waited to let her continue. “They checked the videos from phones that were confiscated, Whitney was guilty of bullying, but I was guilty of using aggressive behavior.”

Knowing her wolf is difficult to control, I asked, "Did Amelia do the damage?" She admitted, "It was all her, but I don't think anyone noticed, only you would have noticed."

She leaned her head back against the headrest with her eyes closed then added, “When I said that the girl planned to press charges, Whitney’s dad said he would drop the charges, if I attend a behavior program.”

ACCEPTING REALITY

(Madison's pov)

The following weeks were boring because everyone, except the omegas and my best friends avoided me like I was a plague. Jackson laughed saying wolves were either nervous how I’d react or scared of being associated with me.

I didn’t mind being ignored, but I dreaded the rumors I heard over the years about the behavior program having long hours of kumbaya crap. I could be going to hell.

I was surprised when future Alpha Mathias allowed me to continue attending trainings. In fact, he chose to spar with me more often than he had in the past. Thank goodness because everyone else avoided sparing with me, including Lilith, Victor and Jackson who said I had too much aggression to release.

Mathias never mentioned Whitney and I did not want to talk about the punishment decided by Alpha Payton, so we were a good match.

In our trainings, Mathias pushed me harder and made me earn every small victory. Lilith and Victor said it was Mathias’ way of showing his support of how I handled my situation with Whitney. Isn't she one of his w****s?

But not everyone supported me. My stepdad Dale added fuel to the fire telling Alpha Payton that I’m violent and aggressive at home, suggesting a six-month long behavior program. Lucky for me, I found out the local program ran on the weekends. More freedom from Dale!

Reading over the behavior program's paperwork, I discovered I had to arrive by 5:00 am on Saturday mornings and stay until 10:00 pm on Sunday evenings. Two whole days for four straight weekends. After a panel evaluation, I would continue in the program or no longer be considered a menace to society. This was going to be hell.

The week I was to start the program, I turned 18 and thank goodness, I didn't find my mate. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to attend school because Whitney said she was afraid of me. And to make matters worse, my best friends were at another pack for training with Mathias. They, minus Mathias, called me on my birthday and wished me well, but it wasn't the same as having them here. My birthday week was long and lonely.

Pack members are usually excited when they turn 18 because they discover their wolves, shift for the first time and could meet their mates. I discovered my wolf Amelia when I was 5 and shifted when I was 10, so there was nothing exciting about my current birthday. Luckily, I didn't meet my mate.

After meeting with Alpha Payton on a daily basis, as part of my punishment, I received the same message, “You’re a positive asset to our pack, but we’re uncertain about your ability to control your wolf.”

A letter of recommendation from my Alpha was required for my Citadel application, so I intended to jump through hoops to guarantee a positive letter.

It didn’t take long before I realized a mate could be beneficial. Suddenly I found myself not dismissing the possibility of finding my mate because he would help calm my anger and keep me balanced. Besides, if he got controlling, I already made plans to leave for the Citadel.

The ironic part in all of this, fierce personalities were encouraged at the Citadel. I was so close to having my dreams, I didn’t want this stupid behavior program to derail my plans. I needed to play the game better.

My poor wolf Amelia was bummed learning she would miss out on weekend runs, but at least she could run during the week and hide while I go to behavior prison. I made her happy agreeing to wake up earlier on weekdays to give her longer runs and freedoms, that I hoped would be mine soon.

BEHAVIOR PRISON

(Madison's pov)

Saturday morning, I woke me up at 3:30am allowing time for Amelia to go for a long run. She was relaxed and happy. I envied her free spirit. Returning to my house, I showered, got dressed and grabbed my duffle bag for my weekend in prison.

Checking off the required items from the package given my Alpha Payton, I wanted to follow the rules because I had no intention of being in this confinement longer than expected.

Finally leaving my house at 4:20 am, my mom drove me to the facility on the edge of town. Dale said I should have walked because I needed the discipline. He was just mad my mom offered to drive because she made plans to visit her friends at a different pack for the day. His verbal punching bag would not be around for his entertainment.

Arriving at the facility, I gave my mom a kiss goodbye and told her, “Jackson said he’ll pick me up on Sunday, I’ll call when I get to the pack house.” She gave me a quick hug and a partial smile then drove off. I wondered if she felt guilty for my aggressive behavior or relieved to have four weekends away from me.

Entering the white building at 4:45am , I sat in a large conference room waiting for my punishment to start. Mind linking Amelia, I was oblivious when others entered the room, but I didn’t care as their scents filled the room.

Everything in life was a game, I just needed to find out which game we were playing in our prison experience, learn which rules to twist and then win. Amelia and I discussed different strategies when a hand shaking my arm brought me back to reality.

“Hey, we’re getting ready to start,” a blonde girl smiled then leaned back in her chair. I recognized her from my History class. I looked around the room, nine guys, five girls and three large male guards.

“What the hell is she doing here?” Amelia mind linked. I looked to my right and saw the queen of w****s, Whitney, leaning against a guy. “Of course, she already found her play toy,”

I smirked back to Amelia in my mind. As guards introduced themselves, I looked around the room and recognized students from my school and/or pack. Our school was big with over 500 students while our pack had over 1,200 wolves, so it was difficult to know everyone.

A sexy guard grabbed my attention as he stood in camouflage pants that clung to his large thighs, wearing a dark green shirt stretched across enlarged chest muscles topped with light blue eyes and dark brown hair. Oh boy, I will definitely have no problems paying attention.

He lifted his hand to point to the board as muscles rolled down his arm. I wonder what it feels like being wrapped up in those monstrous weapons. Words flowed off his pink luscious lips under his cute nose. He licked his lips, I leaned back in my chair and smiled. I bet his lips are soft.

HAND CAUGHT IN THE COOKIE JAR

(Madison's pov)

SMACK! Ouch! I look to my left after being smacked hard. Everyone is quiet as I scanned the room only to discover that everyone was looking at me. What the hell? The sexy guard strutted in my direction like a stripper going after his prey then stood by my side barking, “Are we going to have a problem?”

I was stunned, I looked up letting my eyes roll over the outline of his eight pack and up to his eyes. I muttered, “I’m sorry, I was distracted.” Sexy Guard crossed his gorgeous arms across his beautiful chest then demanded, “And what is more interesting than our introduction?” I spoke before thinking, “You.”

He squinted his eyes, pointed to his right then ordered me outside the room. I followed him. Damn, his but is firm and plump. The door closed behind me then an arm pushed me against the wall.

I looked up to find sexy guard standing toe to toe with me. If we were in my school's hallway, I would have taken this as a challenge and attacked him, but that’s what got me into this mess. Amelia purred liking his body close.

I chose to stand still watching his gorgeous eyes trying not to get lost into another dreamy fantasy about him. “Ms. Madison, you cannot afford to play around here. One mistake and you’re expelled from your school, charges will be filed and your plans to attend the Citadel are over.” Oh crap, he knows about my case and future plans!