“What? You think we didn’t know that you’re still fucking her? You see what that’s leading to. You were instructed to get close, not turn her into an obsessed overzealous nag,” I state, angling my gaze level with his now annoyed one.
Wes is always doing self-destructive shit. The closer it gets to the date we choose our wife, the worse it’s becoming. I know shit in his house is far from okay, but we all have crosses to bear.
If the council tells you to do whatever it takes, you comply. Of course, it doesn’t help that his dad’s in charge and is a major hard-ass. However, what you don’t do is continuously dip your prick in poisonous snatch, and that’s what Sam has. She’s an opportunistic black widow vying for a position she’s not worthy of. She’s been trying to find an in for years, and the stupid fucker keeps giving her one.
All thoughts of my hard dick are gone. Sam has that effect on people. Instant boner killer. Just another reason to loathe her.
“You can’t possibly think some random out-of-town chick is worthy of us? Sam might be a bitch, but at least she knows her place,” he spits out.
Keeling over in laughter, my hand slaps the table.
“The only place Sam knows is on her knees or her back,” I shoot back between catching my breath.
“Will you two quit fighting? We won’t choose which parent we go to if you get divorced,” Lev interjects cheekily, used to our daily sparring matches.
It’s what happens when you put a group of alphas in one tribe– constant fights for dominance. The difference between us and those in the wild is we draw from each other’s strengths. Well, that and we’re forged in the darkness together.
“Honestly, I think the new girl is five-alarm fire hot, Wes. I’m not sure what your problem is with her,” Owen adds. Wes turns his ire on Owen.
If he’s smart, he’ll dial back that glower some. We all know Owen isn’t one you want to look at like that. I’m sure he’s playing with one of his knives under the table– always at the ready.
“The problem is, she doesn’t belong. We know nothing about her. You don’t find it remotely odd her family not only moved into town during a selection year but also moved into one of the Elite-owned properties? For Christ’s sake, have you seen where she works?” the pretentious bastard says. I love the man, but honestly, he can be such a snob.
“Wes, I think you protest too much, man. You’re going super hard at the chick, and you barely know what the deal is with her. None of us do. Even if she’s here for the selection, you’re being an elitist ass. Who the fuck cares if she’s not from money?” Owen responds.
Thinning lips and a tightening jaw indicate Wes might actually blow his top. If there's anything he can’t stand, it's being called out.
While he stews, the object of my obsession strolls into the cafe. I don’t know how I found any girl attractive before Ariah. The golden goddess walks into the room like she’s already the queen of zero fucks given. She’s with Shay Warren and they’re heading toward the kiosk to order their lunch.
I’ll see her again after next period. I’ll let her enjoy her time with her friend for now. But soon enough she’ll be entirely at our mercy or, at the very least, mine.
I focus back on the conversation just as the whiny voices of Sam and her troll brigade attack my eardrums.
“Honestly, why would anyone even own clothes like that? Look how fat she is. She should just avoid this room and go to the gym instead.” Meagan giggles as they sit down at our table.
Sweet fuck, these girls have no idea when to shut up.
“I know. Can you believe she had the nerve to look at my Wes and think he would be interested in anyone who looks like a blob?” Of course, Sam would have something to add. In her usual ‘reaching past her place’ fashion, she gives me the ammunition I need to wreck her world, at least for the moment.Let the chaos begin.
Smirking, I turn to Wes and exclaim, “I didn’t know you were claimed? Did you give Sam your lineage pin marking her as your official choice, brother? Good for you.”
The guys laugh, and Sam goes beet red. Silly rabbit fell right into my trap. She knows an outright claim of Wes is the wrong move. It’s like she forgot about first period.Ah well, better for me.If there is anything that will set Wes off, it’s when someone steps out of line. It’s even worse when they try to back him in a corner. Sam is the queen of trying to back Wes in a corner, and I am the king of raining on her parade. One could say it’s a symbiotic relationship of sorts.
I didn’t always hate her. She was one of us at one point, then she got greedy and fucked us all.
Not sparing her a glance, Wes responds, “Samantha, I’m growing tired of repeating myself. Just because I have occasionally decided to gift you my cock doesn’t mean you’re automatically anything other than a place to warm said cock.”
Rage-tinged eyes glare in my direction. She knows I’ve orchestrated this, and her eyes scream retribution.
Try me bitch.I wish she would, I have tools with her name on them. I immediately think of my twenty-two-inch stainless steel bone saw that I had engraved with her name. I can almost taste her screams, thinking about what I’ll do to her one day. It won’t ever be enough to make up for what she’s done, but it will go a long way to have her blood splashed across my canvas.What a masterpiece she will be.
Wes’s words are a direct hit, and my job here is done. Wes’s, however, has just begun. No one can ever accuse him of half-assing anything. Sitting back in my chair, I listen as he kicks her while she’s down.
“If you wanted to be a potential choice, you should have kept your legs closed instead of letting just about anyone have access to your subpar pussy.” The whole table erupts in laughter. Beet red ears lead to an even more scarlet-colored face. Sam is pissed.
One could argue in this instance that his continuous dipping in said subpar pussy determines he’s full of shit, but who am I to interrupt? The idiot brought this on himself. How does that saying go? You lay with dogs or, in this case, poisonous pussy, you get up with fleas. And if Sam isn’t the biggest flea-infested hag we know, then I don't know who is.
“Fuck you, Wes. I promise you, you’ll be mine. All of you…will be mine!” Echos sound at the crack of her palms hitting the table, as she stands and storms out of the cafeteria. Her carbon copies jump up and chase after her.
