Breaking Rules (COMPLETED)

Chapter three

Victoria 

Alpha Hale apparently didn't make it through the night. He had become suddenly ill and apparently died early in the morning, sometime around 4am. 

It must've been hard on August. Being so young and already losing both parents in such a short time. Not that I mind about his feelings, or anything. It just must suck. 

Us, werewolves, or at least in our pack, didn't take death too lightly. So Alpha Hale's funeral had happened by 9 and August's initiation started by 10 and just ended. But a little funeral and initiation wouldn't stop me from having a little bit of fun, now that it was over. 

Something I haven't tried yet was defacing a building. Which was a big no no in our pack. But I guess in life in general, even if you weren't a werewolf. 

But with all the fights I've started, the times I've snuck off the property, pretending I was a higher rank than I was, etc., I never thought of defacing something. Luckily I knew who's building I wanted to deface and what exactly I wanted to do. 

August was definitely not around his home, which was also what we would call the "pack house", which practically housed all the important things that people of higher ranks talked about. But I knew he wasn't there because he was currently at our little cemetery of dead wolves, finishing up burying his dad and finalizing things. 

Once I got to the outside of his home, I walked around it, trying to find the wall furthest away from homes. Because, if anyone caught me, they would most DEFINITELY tell August and I would have to deal with him. And honestly, well, fuck him. To say the least.

When I found a section of wall, I reached into the satchel I had on me and grabbed a black spray paint bottle that I was able to steal back when I was able to go out with dad to the human world. We rarely are able to go out there since we're secluded and mostly work within our own pack and community. But every once in a blue moon, dad is able to take me and go out. But not really anymore since every time he took me, I'd steal something. 

I also grabbed the mask I used in order to not inhale any of the paint and shook the can in order to mix it up. And then I got to spraying. 

I didn't know what I was really writing. But I just went along with it. Allowing myself to, "go with the flow", as some would might say. 

After about ten minutes though, I took a step back and examined my work. In all blocky, black lettering, on the side of his dull red bricked house, read: AUGUST HALE: OUR NEW DUMB*SS ALPHA. Now, as the first thing I've ever done to deface a wall, that was something I could get behind. So, I stuffed the paint back into the bag and took the mask off, stuffing it in there, too. 

But as soon as I walked back around and looked back up from the bag, there stood August Hale. Arms crossed over his chest, looking at me with that damned look that was something between a "caught ya" look and a "really?" look. 

"You really, REALLY, thought you could spray paint my house? In broad daylight? And NOT get caught?" August asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

I hated to admit it, but he was right. I didn't think about that. But I just shrugged. "I don't think it really matters what time I do it. Just as long as I did it and it was fun." I smirked. But he wasn't smiling. "Inside. C'mon." August told me, turning to walk inside his house. Was he thinking I would actually follow? I refuse to listen to him. 

Once August got to the door of his house, he turned to look at me. Obviously furious at my lack of obedience, he stormed over to me and grabbed my arm, tightly. "You will listen to your alpha when you are told to do something. Understood?" He hissed. But he didn't wait for an answer before yanking me through the medium tall, dull green grass to his front door and inside. 

"You're hurting me, you ass!" I spat, trying to pull out of his arm, but he wasn't having it. He obviously wasn't going to let me go any time soon. At least that was what it was looking like as he pulled me through the living room of his home, through the hallway, and to his deceased father's office. Which, I guess, would technically be his office now. Since, well, obviously his dad was sort of dead. 

August almost threw me into the same chair that I, on average, sat in once a week for the last couple years and slammed the door and locked it. "Do you have any idea how much shit you cause, Victoria? What's so wrong with you that you go defacing someone's home? You think you're so high and mighty. Think you're so fucking funny. But I saw the strain and stress you caused my father." He growled, stomping over to the other side of the desk. 

When I didn't answer, he slammed his hands onto the desk, causing me to jump in my seat. He leaned over the desk, getting close to my face. "I think you're just looking for attention. You have no mom, from the looks of it, and your dad is so wrapped up with being beta, that he's basically gone all day every day. You're an only child and have no siblings to hang out with. No friends to talk to when you're bored. Because you're always either in here or doing some stupid chore to make up what you did. Am I right?" He asked in a scary whisper. "No one wants to be your friend because you like to mess up rules. Cause disruption. And you think you're so cute. So hilarious." He spat before standing back up. "Well, good job, Victoria. You got my attention. What now?"

That was a low blow. He didn't have to hit me in the feels that hard. I looked away, trying to bite back the stinging of tears in my eyes. But I was unsuccessful. They came, forcing themselves out like a waterfall. I sniffled, trying to hide my tears by quickly trying to wipe them away. But they continued to come. 

"Don't give me the waterworks, now. Just because you got yelled at." He scoffed, walking back around and sitting on the desk, his knees so close to mine. I felt his fingers catch my chin and he made me look at him. But this time, he was being more gentle. Definitely more gentle than the last time he grabbed me this way. 

But I ripped my face out of his hand and stood up. "Just tell me whatever the fuck you want me to do as a punishment so I can get the fuck away from you." I spat, turning on my heel to the door. As I went to reach for the knob, a sudden wave of heaviness hit me. I gasped as my senses started to get messed up. My vision became blurry, there was a ringing in my ears, and the sudden smell of pine trees and fire was filling my nose. 

That damned scent. It wouldn't go away. I was able to turn to look at August and I could tell he was experiencing something, too. Even if he was trying hard not to show he was. 

This feeling. Where you feel like every sense of yours is going to make you burst at the seems. Where you feel as if gravity isn't holding you to the floor anymore, but pulling you towards another person. Where all you can smell is what the other person smells like. 

I was told, when I turned 17, that when I would find a mate, that is what would happen. I went 2 years without having to feel it. Until now. 

What made it worse was that August Hale, probably the cockiest man I've ever known, who was barely 10 feet away from me, was that person. 

He was destined by the moon goddess to be my mate. Fucking August Hale. The new alpha of my pack. And by the looks of his face, he wasn't pleased with it either. 

And for the first time in all my life, I finally agreed with him. That this was NOT what I expected. And I did NOT want to be his. Just like he didn't want to be mine.