I Daire You [On-Hold]

Chapter 3: The place was a freaking Hogwards for werewolves.

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Chapter 3:  The place was a freaking Hogwards for werewolves.

-Clinton’s POV-

  “..And Clinton Vermont.”

  I smirked expectantly. Of course I’d be selected. I was the Alpha’s son after all.

  “Boo yeah!” Neil Feast shouted from where he sat beside me. He, like me, had been one of the 5 males chosen to attend Silver Moon. I supposed that was expected too. Besides being my childhood best friend, I planned to pick him as my beta once the Alpha title was passed down to me.

  “If you continue jumping like that, I’m pretty sure your chairs going to snap,” I responded. Just then I felt a strong hand clap my back.

  In seconds, Neil and I found ourselves surrounded by a bunch of our wolf friends.

  “This is going to be fudging awesome,” Neil smirked, and I recognized that flirting smirk flit into his gray eyes once again, “Imagine all the hot, international chicks that will be attending Silver Moon too.”

  I returned his smirk with my own trademark smug.

  “Totally.”

  A week later, I found myself walking down the vast halls of Silver Moon Academy.

  I’m sorry, vast would be an understatement.

  The place was a freaking Hogwards for werewolves.

  “I think I’m going to be getting lost for the first few years of school,” Neil mumbled in awe as he looked around anxiously.

  There were many freshmen walking around in groups through the lobby, ranging from Asian to Caucasian to African. They weren’t kidding when they said the picked wolves from all over the globe. I recognized some of the Alphas leading the groups. That’s just what you get for being the Alpha’s son, you could say.

  I tugged at my backpack, while Neil and the other 3 wolves from my pack blindly followed me.

  Sheesh, you’d think they’d know how to find their own way through the place instead of following me like lost puppies

  “Clinty.”

  That high-pitched, familiar purr caused Goosebumps to form on my skin as I turned slowly. Did I forget to mention that I hated that nickname with a passion?

  I found myself staring face to face with Sombre Stones personal slut. I swear, she’s probably slept with half the male wolves in town.

  I wasn’t proud to admit that I was part of that 50%, but hey. A guy has his needs.

  Why’d she have to be one of the 5 chosen girls from Sombre though? I thought with a wince.

  “Vicky,” I said, smiling a little drily as I took in her tight pink tank top and short white skirt.

  “You totally ditched me and the girls just now,” She pouted, sticking out her bright pink lipsticked lips.

  “Sorry, guess we lost you,” Neil cut in coldly and I had to stop myself for giving him high 5. Neil didn’t like Vicky as much as I did, though we both agreed she was hot, in a slutty way I suppose.

  “Shut up, Feast,” Vicky growled with equal venom.

  “Alright, alright,” I interrupted them smoothly before they started another brawl, which they tended to do, “Let’s go retrieve our dorm room lists so we can head up and start unpacking.” I may have forced in a little alpha voice into my words just in case they didn’t listen.

  We walked to the counter, where the lists for all the students were piled neatly in a stack. I searched for the ‘Sombre Stones’ file before I handed them up to the others. My hand may have accidently brushed Vicky’s, which caused her to purr at me flirtatiously.

  I regretted having a lot of one night stands with her. Something must’ve put it in her thick blonde head that she was going to be future Luna of the pack.

  Nevertheless, I threw her a half-hearted smile as I glanced down at the list of students in my dorm room.

  Apparently the management put 5 students in each room, where mated couples were in the same while the others were put in dorms with different packs.

  “What number is yours?” Neil asked as he peered passed my shoulder, “I’ve got number 165.”

  “Really?” I asked, grinning smugly, “Mines 167. It’s opposite yours.”

  “What?” Vicky whined, “But mine is 296! That’s so far from yours Clinty!”

  I held back a scowl of annoyance, but shrugged.

  “Oh well, I guess that’s too bad then,” Neil smirked, obviously enjoying the displeasure in Vicky’s expression.

  “Let’s head up then.”

  We started up the lift and one by one, each of the group separated onto different floors until there was only Vicky, Neil and I left.

  “You know, we passed by your floor ages ago,” Neil snarled irritably.

  “I just want to see how my Clinty’s room is like,” Vicky shot back defensively.

  “Last time I checked, his name was Clint or Clinton, without a Y!”

  “Shut up, Feasty!”

  “Enough!” I exploded impatiently. The 2 instantly fell silent, though they continuously exchanged hateful glares.

  “Who’s in your dorm room?” I asked, trying to lighten up the conversation.

  “I’m not sure, but there’s a St Claire.”

  I raised an eyebrow, “Oh? There’s a St Claire in my dorm too.”

  “Mine is Draco St Claire. Isn’t he the future Alpha of the Raven Thorne pack?”

  “Oh yeah, dad is having a meeting with Benjamin at the moment.”

  I had met Benjamin a couple of times. He seemed pretty okay. I had good respect for him though, being the Alpha of one of the biggest packs in the entire US.

  “Which St Claire is yours?” Neil asked curiously.

  “Um,” I glanced back down at my sheet.

  “Daire. Daire St Claire.”

  “Oh,” Neil smirked widely, “She sounds smoking.”

  “Ew, god you’re sick,” Vicky snapped from behind us.

  “At least I haven’t slept with half the football team!”

  “At least I haven’t slept with half the cheerleading squad!”

  I sighed quietly and closed by eyes, blocking out their entire squabble.

  Daire St Claire.

  The name sure had a ring to it.