Destined

•Prologue•

Song: Losin Control by Russ

[Destined - Prologue]

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"Dude!" a voice shouted from across the hall, causing a few heads to turn in his direction. The raven-haired boy copied their actions by looking in the direction of the owner. His best friend, Jasper, waved wildly at him as he pushed past through the swarm of bodies. "Hey, man."

The two bumped fists before walking down the hallway, heading towards the back exit. When they reached outside, some other guys greeted them with grins and greetings. One of them, Alex, stuck his dark hand in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He handed each of them one, and Jasper grabbed his lighter. Kian stuck the stick in his mouth, enjoying the taste and smell of the nicotine. Leaning back against the brick wall, he listened to the guys chat with each other.

"There's a party tomorrow night," Jasper said, blowing out a puff of smoke. "You guys going?"

"You bet," Andrew replied, fixing the snapback on his head. Some of the other guys nodded as well. Kian , too, planned on going, because the extrovert never missed an opportunity to get wasted and laid.

"Who's throwing it?" Alex asked.

"I think it's Veronica," Jasper responded, shoving his free hand in his pocket. They wolf whistled and got excited at the thought.

"Her parties are always awesome!" Ryder exclaimed with excitement. The guys nodded their heads in agreement. It was true. She threw the best parties, mainly because she was the Alpha's daughter, so her house was the perfect location for the typical party. She usually held them when her parents were gone on a business meeting in another pack. Whether or not her parents found out about her parties was still a mystery, because people always posted pictures and videos on social media.

"I'm dipping, see you guys tomorrow night," Kian dropped the cigarette bud on the ground and squished it with his shoe. He headed over to his large Harley and slipped on a helmet. School hadn't ended yet, but he didn't really care about staying for last period. He had the terrible habit of skipping school on various occasions. The principal notified his parents of his absences and tardies, along with the numerous times he received detention. Of course he didn't care and ignored all the times his parents grounded him. Eventually, they gave up trying to discipline their only child and faced the reality that their son was a fuck up.

The guy had a bad boy reputation, not to mention he was known as the school's womanizer. He didn't have a care in the world, and that quality appealed to a lot of people. He may have been just an average werewolf, but everyone knew of his existence. He was just as popular as the children of the highest ranking werewolves. He never dated, but had flings with many she-wolves, including the alpha's and the beta's daughters.

Kian mounted his bike, straddling the seat, and slipped on his fingerless gloves. He kicked back the kickstand and allowed it to roar to life.

When the boy reached home, he noticed the empty driveway, so he made a beeline to their alcohol cabinet and helped himself. He entered his medium-sized bedroom and shut the door behind him, setting his helmet down on the desk along with the bottle and shrugging off his leather jacket. Kian dug his phone out of his pocket and swiped through his contacts as he took a swig of the drink.

"Hey," Kian said once he found a name and clicked the call button. "My parents aren't home, wanna come over for an hour?"

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"This party's crazy," Jasper slurred as he slung an arm over his best friend's shoulder, stumbling over his feet. Kian nodded his head, gulping the burning liquid down, and tossed the cup over his shoulder.