Topping the Enemy (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 4: Hello, Brother

Harry

After another incredibly challenging college year, I'm ready to go back home and rest for a while.

Honestly, I don't know what the hell I was thinking of choosing pre - med. There are so many years of studying ahead of me that it gets daunting sometimes.

I guess the pride in my parents' faces when I announced to them my choice still packs an emotional punch.

I didn't fail any classes, fortunately. But let's just say college life is hitting me a bit harder than I imagined.

But for now at least, I'm thankful to be done with my second year. I also am looking forward to getting some space between me and my roommate.

Not that I dislike him, per se. But there's only so much grunting and pouting I can take. The silent treatment is not good either.

And I never did anything against him, on the contrary. Like I said, I even helped him when his heat struck.

Not because I'm immune to it, I'm not. But mated omega's heat is not the same as unmated, I mean it's not as powerful. So it was just a matter of popping some pills in him - medicine to remedy the effects of heat - and making sure he stayed hydrated.

I'm a good roommate, but once his Alpha was killed, all the good will I had been earning went down the drain. I never met the guy, of course, but I've heard he was a fair and respected leader.

Goddess rest his soul.

After the last class, I returned to my dorm to pack up my stuff. I'm going to return home with Spencer in his car since I didn't bring mine to Houston.

I arrived only to find my roommate and his mate already there doing the same. I had barely stepped one foot inside the dorm and the tall, dark and handsome boy was already glaring at me for no apparent reason.

"I can't believe you drove here all the way from Austin just to pick him up!" I commented, baffled by his presence here already.

"Of course you can't. You don't know what it is like to be mated to someone." He snapped at me and I growled at him for the unnecessary jab.

"Thanks for the clarification." I rolled my eyes in annoyance, already starting to pack up my belongings.

I quietly did my thing as they did theirs. Apparently we can't even be civil to each other. Some time later, Spencer showed up at my room.

"Are you ready, Harry?" He asked me, getting wide eyed at the couple inside with me, neither of them looking friendly.

"Not yet, Spence. But can you take these bags to the car, please?" I replied, handing him my luggage.

"Are you sure you don't need any backup?" He asked me, glancing at the antagonizing couple.

The tall guy laughed at his question dismissively.

"I'm sure, thanks. Neither of them can take me on." I scoffed, purposefully.

They both glared daggers at me while my friend walked out with the bags.

"You wouldn't be so confident if we weren't among so many humans." The tanned skin boy grunted at me.

"I'm always confident, Carillon. You have no idea of what I'm capable of!" I shot back, defiantly. I have been trained by warriors for years, so I meant what I said.

"I know full well what your people are capable of!" - He retorted loudly, sulking.

"For the last time, I had nothing to do with what happened to Alpha Barnett!" - I reiterated for the upteenth time, beyond irritated.