Omega. Playboy

9. CHAPTER NINE

JAKE'S POV

A girl whose name I couldn’t remember was wrapped around me like vices. Every time I tried to push her away, her grip on me tightened further till it felt like she was trying to strangle me or some s**t. It didn’t help that she was breathing in my ear, one of my pet peeves. 

“Hmm, you fell so gooddd – want to lick every inch of you,” She purred into my ear, trying to work off my belt but I wasn’t even close to being in the mood. 

‘You are a fool,’ Alec was saying to me. ‘A bloody i***t. I must have done something terrible in my past life to be saddled with a bastard like you,’ He growled but I ignored him. If my wolf felt he had to be petty because I rejected the omega, then he could go ahead. I had dealt with enough petty girls to know the best ways to tune out pettiness. 

“I’m not really feeling this,” I said to the girl desperately trying to work JJ up to an excited state.

“I can tell,” she smirked. “Don’t worry, you’ll be feeling it soon,” she said confidently. 

Ten minutes later, there was silence surrounding us as the girl continued to stroke my member but only succeeding in getting it somewhere between hard and soft, a semi-limp state. It was awkward because I knew she was frustrated but the little motivation of getting JJ somewhere at least kept pushing her. 

“Just stop,” I groaned out, already feeling raw. Her movements stilled and she pulled her hands back immediately.

“Is something the matter? Did I – did I do something wrong?” she asked with wide and embarrassed eyes. 

I wanted to tell her ‘yes, you almost jacked my d**k till it bled,’ but she looked so distraught and I wasn’t a heartless monster.

“Leave,” I said simply. Okay, I was a heartless monster but the Sunday after the dreadful encounter with the omega was annoying enough to make me pissed off. 

“I – I don’t understand – I – I didn’t do anything wrong!” the brunette exclaimed with tears gathering in her eyes. 

Fuck this s**t! I hated it when girls started to cry like what the f**k do you expect me to do with a crying girl? I slowly started to grow annoyed with the rapid filling of her eyes. 

“I’m just not in the mood, sunshine, “ I responded immediately to her tears. “Go on home now, I’ll call you up when I’m feeling like it, yeah?” I placed a chaste kiss on her lips and she immediately brightened. 

She adjusted her screwed up clothes before picking up her glitter purse. “Hey – not to be awkward but I haven’t the cash to call an Uber can you maybe do it for me?” She asked with a pout that was supposed to be cute but was just annoying on her lips. 

I pulled out my wallet and counted a few change for her. It totalled at close to two hundred bucks and her eyes immediately grew as she recounted them herself. 

“Oh, babe. Thanks!” She exclaimed, trying to kiss me again but I turned just in time. Babe. How gross.

“Call me!” She shouted as she walked out of the house.

“Sure!” I called back even if I meant never! 

With an empty house and nothing else to do, I decided to play some games but man, it was quite boring without my team. The guy on the internet I was supposed to be playing alongside with was a complete failure who already shot me twice and then I was done with that s**t.

I powered on my laptop to watch some Netflix movies but watching Chris Hemsworth shoot people reminded me of the loser gamer that kept shooting at me. I had also been looking forward to a banger and the movie, although great, was over hyped which just killed the mood. 

My phone kept pinging with different messages mostly from girls and some guys who thought calling me their bro was cool even if I didn’t know who the f**k they were. 

It was Sunday so Dylan would be glued to his mate’s side and Mason would be face timing his loser sister who had tried to kill Dylan’s mate and then promptly gotten kicked out of the pack. I could call up some of my other mates but a part of me just wanted to enjoy my peace and quiet, something I didn’t get often. 

A discarded book on my shelf kept calling my attention even if the last thing I wanted to do was read. I already copped an extra year in school, I didn’t want another. Miss Houston would be very glad to have a reason to fail me since I had bluntly told her I didn’t f**k cougars. She was like forty! What other answer had she been expecting?

I wasn’t a fan of reading or doing any academic work but ‘To Kill a Mockingbird' really found a way to pull me and keep my attention. Before long, I was eagerly flipping pages, captivated by the words on paper. 

Even when my stomach started to rumble, I took the book with me to microwave the pizza from the fridge.

Somewhere around midnight, I realized I was still reading like a little nerd, sprawled out on my parent’s sofa, the book held up by an arm propped up with my elbow on the sofa, with the television on but muted Scoffing at doing something so nerdy, I picked myself off of the sofa and stretched lightly. 

I padded up the spiralling stairs, yawning intermittently as I went before collapsing into bed. Just as my eyes started to close in sleep, a loud buzz startled me awake and that was when I noticed my phone was very close to my head. 

It seemed an anonymous number had sent out a bulk message and had added me to the list. The caption of the message read in block letters:

'PATHETIC OMEGA FAILS TO SHIFT ON THE FULL MOON AFTER HER EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY'

My heart slammed at the picture of my mate attached to the message. Skimming through the single paragraphed broadcast, I gathered they had spent hours in the woods for her shift which still hadn’t happened even though it was already well past midnight. There was no signature to determine the sender of the message.

My wolf howled in anger at the derogatory nature of the message we had just received. It had labelled her as a human, an insult. I could not even begin to wonder how much more difficult her life would become now that she had proven herself to be an even bigger freak than we first suspected.

‘How is this possible?’ I asked Alec and I felt him shake his big wolf head inside me.

‘It’s not,’ he answered.

‘Is this a lie then? You think someone just sat down to compose such bullshit?’ I asked again and he was still shaking his head while his body trembled with fury.

‘Why do you care? You rejected her!’ He snarled and I was a bit taken aback. 

Alec and. I, unlike most werewolves, were not the best of friends. Don’t get me wrong, we were not enemies but we were not as close to each other as other werewolves seemed to be. 

I loved him and he loved me, because one of us could not survive without the other. He had first spoken to me on a cold and dreary night when I had been seething from a fight with my dad and decided it would be wise to go for a walk even if the grounds were wet and the air was chilly. It wasn’t a surprise to hear the voice in my head resonating like my thoughts but I had snapped at him to leave me alone then because I was just so angry. Then he called me a ‘stupid ass b***h who gets upset for silly little things. A f*****g baby!” and that was our first encounter. I seethed with more rage and he seethed with even more rage and we hadn’t said anything to each other till the next morning. That was when we slowly started to become friends but I think our first meeting put a damper on our relation with each other. 

I was taken aback by Alec’s snarling because he had never spoken to me in such a harsh way before. Not even when he had called me a ‘stupid ass b***h' for snubbing him.

‘There’s no need to be all cranky. It was just a simple question,’ I growled back at him.

He was silent for a while before he replied. “I can feel the connection with her. She is mine. It wouldn’t be so if she didn’t have a wolf – we couldn’t have been mated if she didn’t have a wolf,’ He said and I agreed. 

Two days ago, when she was writhing beneath me, I had felt a strong connection with the deepest part of her being, a link with her wolf. She had to have a wolf but why hadn’t it made an appearance? Were we mistaken about her age? No, it wasn’t possible. We could have lived together for years and if she wasn’t old enough, we would have never discovered we were mates. She was old enough and the moon was full so what could the problem be? I hated that I was so concerned about a person I didn’t want to care about.

‘Something has happened with her wolf and we would have been able to communicate with her wolf if you had marked her!’ Alec snarled again, still very angry.

I decided to run under the full moon in my wolf form that night to clear my head and give Alec a means to let out his frustration. 

*****

The next morning, I knew the exact minute she walked into school. It wasn’t because of the whispers that started up immediately she walked into the building, but from how much a part of me ached to walk up to her and shield her from the whispers, to hold her hands and offer her my strength, to kiss her senseless until she forgot other people existed in the same space as us. 

Instead of doing that, I turned to my locker neighbour who kept glancing surreptitiously at me. She was cute, a short redhead, but I had banged her before and I didn’t like repeats. I knew she wanted another taste but was she worth a second tango? The first hadn’t been memorable, at least for me but she blushed every time I was around her. 

I heard Remi’s voice promising hell and fire to whoever was out there messing with the omega and Alec calmed slightly, glad that there was at least one person standing with his mate. Then he began to berate me for not going to her defence but how was it my fault she was a weak little thing that would rather allow bullshit to be heaped on her head rather than fight back?

I liked a badass b***h and Omega Clara was not it. It didn’t even help that she was not only average in look, but her chest and ass were average too. What was a guy supposed to find attractive in them? 

She passed by me and I couldn’t help but stare at her as Remi dragged her away then subconsciously my eyes dropped to her chest and I remembered I wasn’t willing to settle especially not with such small t**s. 

The school day dragged about with me sitting as far away from the omega as I could in the three classes we shared. Her scent was doing crazy s**t to me and I was going to resist it as much as I could. 

I don’t now what possessed me but I really needed to speak to her about her wolf. It wasn’t my business but I was curious anyway so abandoning my Jeep, I jogged a short distance, following her scent through the shortcut she was taking to the elementary school to get her sister. I stopped dead in my track when I saw her with some white haired freak who was grinning at her. 

Rage as I’ve never felt before exploded in me.