The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Forty: how to teach an asshole a lesson (2)

Frost's POV

"Milady, may I, your humble suitor, walk you to class?" Fabian asked gentlemanly with a princely bow. She giggled. Suitor?!

"I'll be honored," I watched as they entwined their fingers together boiling with rage. "Aww, what a gentleman," she cooed as he pulled her so, so, so, so... close. "Bye, guys," she chirped. They walked off while my hand, ear, and eye twitched.

That twat!

"Are you okay, Frost?" Aida asked with a lopsided smirk. I glared at her, my breath coming out heavily.

"I'm fine, don't I look fine," I snapped. She clicked her tongue and cocked her hips.

"You ripped out your locker door," I looked at the door I murdered unconsciously and without thinking, threw it at Fabian's head. They were about to walk into a hall. Raf turned and her eyes glowed emerald. The locker door flew back towards me with godspeed. I ducked but it almost hit Krystal who was coming with her gaze settled on the ceiling.

"What's the big idea!" She exclaimed. I smiled at seeing her, momentarily forgetting my anger. One day you will take off that mask.

"Seems you are fine. I'll go find Darrell," Aida said sniggeringly. I hate this girl! What do Darrell and Ayden see in her?

"I'll go find Lynn," Ria smiled and ran out. Krystal clicked her tongue pitifully.

"Poor, poor, Frost has lost his mate," she mocked babyishly, leaning on a locker. How did she know? "Don't bother asking how I know, I won't answer that," she said firmly.

"I haven't, she still loves me."

"You sure about that?" She asked with a black American accent.

"A hundred percent," I said confidently. She chuckled.

"If you say so then. That guy does look like a complete gentleman, so handsome," she cooed dreamily. I growled at her. "Rafaelia and that guy laying on a bed, making out and having sex," she sang. It was a childish attempt to provoke me, but it worked perfectly.

My eyes turned white with fury. "You!!!" I roared and charged toward her, slamming her back down on the floor. Krystal laughed tauntingly, unperturbed by how hard her body hit the floor.

"What's the matter, Frosty boy? Can't stand the fact that you have lost her to a better guy?" She taunted. "For the record, she dressed like that to impress him-"

"That's a lie, Rafaelia hates boys,"

"And that gives you the right to hurt you, correct?" My heart skipped a beat, but she kept going on, "she's moved on, dickhead," she laughed. I held her head with both hands and slammed it against the floor, causing her to groan but I was too angry to regret it.

"You'll pay for that," within the blink of an eye, she flipped us over. It was unlike the other times we flipped each other. Those times, Krystal wasn't serious, but this time, she was.

My hands were pinned against my back with a strength I didn't know she had, my face squished into the floor with her knee on my pelvis. A crowd had gathered but they were of less concern to me. As an alpha, it was humiliating to be pinned down and I couldn't seem to find my strength. I struggled to break free from her, grunting, growling, and snarling, but my thrashing was in vain.

"Let me go, bitch!!!" I screamed, but she pressed her knee down harder and pushed my face further into the floor. Darrell, Daniel, and a few others of my pack members ran in. They must have sensed the struggle of their Alpha and came to find me or heard the news. Lunaria wasn't exactly a member of my pack as she was the first child of her father who's also an alpha, but she was my cousin yet she stood there the whole time, watching as if she didn't know me. They growled and bared their fangs, ready to attack.