The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 30: Risk

"Moon goddess, Koa!" Morgan exclaims, pushing up from his seat. "You should have smacked that little—"

"Morgan!" I look around, face coloring seeing those who have turned to look at us. We're in a public setting, after all. One of the popular pack taverns. I didn't have the chance to ask if it was the same one Morgan performed oral sex on Xavier outside of.

"Well, you really should have!" He sits back down with a huff. "Acting all high and mighty like that. As if Cyrus would ever have eyes for anyone other than you,"

I sigh. "I know, I know. But there's also the problem that everyone in this Pack is expecting Cyrus to take a Luna. They blame me, and I really have no defense against it. Their judgement isn't totally unfounded..."

"Listen, your relationship with your mate isn't anyone's business—and definitely not that bratty pipsqueak's, for that matter," he rolls his eyes.

I laugh at his nickname for Beau, though his reassurance does little to quell the turmoil inside me. To be honest, Beau's presence really, really bothers me. I don't want him around Cyrus. Around what is mine.

But being unable to accept the mate bond, do I even have a claim to Cyrus? He's free to do whatever he pleases. And while I don't think he's interested in Beau—a part of me doubts that I'm enough for him. My subconscious seems to want to find all the reasons that Beau is better, and I absolutely hate this—being made to feel so insecure. I feel pathetic that one bitchy omega is making me have these doubts. It doesn't help that he's beautiful, either.

My brain relentlessly produces unwanted images of Beau in Cyrus's arms—of my alpha looking at him the way he looks at me. Of Cyrus showering him in the compliments that he gives me. Even calling Beau "my moon."

I get so angry at these imaginary scenarios I can barely take it. My wolf hates it too, constantly at the mercy of rage-inducing thoughts. His possessiveness over our mate is so intensified that he's anxious whenever Cyrus is not in our line of sight. Even when we're with him, the uneasiness is present.

I know there's a solution. But my mind isn't capable of considering all of that yet.

*

With Oliver dropped off at school, I head to the training field. Cyrus is waiting for me, handsome as ever. He's talking with Xavier, a slight sheen of sweat coating his face. He's radiant in the sunlight and my wolf practically begs to let him bend us over right here and now. The horny thoughts are becoming more and more relentless since the day he fingered me to orgasm over his desk and it's become almost unbearable.

Ignoring the arousal the sight of him creates between my thighs, I approach normally. Xavier gives me a polite nod, but his smiles and verbal greetings are reserved for Morgan only. I don't know how my friend can't see how head over heels this alpha is for him. The beta still denies any 'serious' factor to their relationship, claiming that Xavier has never actually expressed his feelings. Which I guess is something I'd probably consider as well, seeing how insecure I've become when it comes to the man I'm interested in.

We start off with a demonstration that Xavier and Cyrus perform for me so I can properly comprehend the moves before I do them myself. Cyrus shows me how to unhand my opponent of their weapon in this manner.

I try to keep focused on the lesson, but all I can think about is fucking Beau and what went on with Cyrus the other day. The whole thing pisses me o—

"Koa, are you even listening?" Cyrus breaks me out of my daze, and I snap my gaze to his.

He looks... ticked off, and I don't know why that turns me on.