Melt - Rique and Miranda (Complete)

5 - Politics

Rique

"¡Chale!" My wolf snarls right in tune with me as a feeling of helpless rage washes over me.

Before anyone can react, I'm plucking Mason off of the girl he's fucking, his dick trailing her slime onto the floor. She shrieks, shocked, as he hits the wall behind me, dick shriveling fast. I don't spare him another glance as I bark at the puta on the Alpha-Ups kitchen table, "out!"

She wriggles helplessly, caught on the dick lodged in her ass. Underneath her, an underclassman, Kason, curses helplessly. All of the onlookers, some with their dicks still in their hands, back away.

"What the fuck, dude?" Mason stands, wobbling. "What's your fucking problem, Ric?"

"My problem, pendejo, is that Holt's girl is here."

The kitchen falls silent as Holt growls, his head jerking around towards the two Moos in the doorway. Both females stand there with horrified, shocked looks on their pale faces.

"You don't fuck putas in the fucking kitchen where anyone can see it," I continue, glaring at all of the dumb boys with their wilting erections.

Holt's female runs, her friend hot on her heels. Holt starts to follow, but I grasp his shoulder in my hand, hard. "Alpha will have your throat for this," I breathe in his ear. "What if our luna saw this shit?" My wolf spins in a circle, snarling, with his snout tilted high in the air, sniffing for our luna.

"She's with Carm at the motel," Holt replies, panic in his eyes as he stares after his female's retreating back.

"You're just pissed because you don't get to fuck the whores anymore, Ric," a voice speaks up.

I turn and capture Chris's throat in my hand. "I get my dick wet just fine, pendejo," I whisper menacingly. "In a goddess, not a puta, sí?"

"Whatever," he smirks with false bravado. "Miranda's an ice queen."

I throw my head back and laugh without letting up on my grip. The puta takes her opportunity to leave and a few of the males follow her.

I drop Chris to the floor. "Get out of my sight. Never let my woman's name cross your lips again, ey?" He scrambles away, dick still flopping from his open pants. Don't these culeros know how to cover up?

"What the fuck?" I hear my alpha growl and feel my wolf whither. I turn, expecting to see my luna in the doorway. Relief fills me when it's just Carmichael, stinking of sex and omega.

"Carmichael," I say flatly. "Cassie is at the Moos house?"

"I dropped her off so she could grab some clean clothes," he tells me, nostrils flaring as he gets a whiff of the stench of the orgy. "These culeros can't fuck this up for me," he snarls. "The putas keep talking to my female, getting in her head."

I somehow doubt that anyone can really get our sunshine and roses luna that upset. Cassie moves through life with an eternal optimism that Carmichael can't even fathom yet.

"Holt's female saw this," I warn him. "I'll tell the males to stop-"

"No," Carmichael interrupts me. "I'll tell them." A cruel light flashes in his eyes. "You take Holt, the dumb fuck, and set him straight. I'm tired of hearing his whining that his female doesn't want him, then he lets these culeros fuck in our kitchen."

A giddy sort of happiness fills me. I get to see Miranda in the middle of the fucking day. Official business.

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