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F*ck Off Wolfboy! - Prolouge

Prolouge

Quincy's POV

The two guinea pigs scrambled around the cage, sending tufts of litter flying through the air. Their little claws grabbed for the prized carrot Cruella de Vil had stored in their shared purple dome, the epic tug-o-war of the rodents.

Cruella de Vil was the fatter of the two, with a dove-white body speckled with clumps of black and jagged patches of chocolate.

Dora the Explorer’s fur was the color of mud, besides around her left eye, which was an adorable inky color.

Dora snatched the carrot away, nibbling it as she raced away from Cruella, who bit her butt. They darted up to their platform, their very own piggy terrace, knocking over the bowl of oats teetering on the edge.

Just as Cruella looked to be getting the upper hand, a giggle punctuated the pigs’ squeaks. Cassadee, aka my perfect, beloved, do-gooder, ex best friend. “Are you just gonna let them wrestle like that, Quinny? Why don’t you just get Dora her own carrot?”

Frowning, I replied, “It’s more entertaining this way.” Giving her a look, I added, “And my name is not ‘Quinny’, Cassadee.”

I didn’t get why she hated her name so much. Either way, it drove her nuts, not that that was all that hard to do since she was just so darn uptight now. Nowadays, she died her glossy brown hair a straw-like blond, caked on way too much makeup, and instructed everyone to call her Cass N, instead of Cassadee Nelson. To top it all off, she was er, dating the future Alpha and thought that gave her the right to boss everyone else around.

“Jeez, Quinny, your so cruel to animals. Just wait ‘til I tell your dad. He’ll be ticked.” she sneered, hands on her hips just like when we were kids and she was attempting to boss me around. It still didn’t work too well.

My dad wasn’t nessacarily obsessed with his guinea pigs, he just severely disliked me. In fact, I could go as far as saying he hated me. It all stemmed from the fact that mom, his mate, left us five years after I was born. Of course, she came back when I was 14, but dad blamed me for her uprooting and wasn’t the type to forget things so easily.

Turning back to the pigs, I informed her, “Grow up, Cassadee. You can‘t just go running to your fuck buddies and my dad all the time.”

“Oh, whatever, Quinny. No need to be hostile.”

Believe me, Cassadee Delilah Nelson, there is plenty of need to be hostile. At least towards you idiots I call my pack, anyway.

Five minutes later, my mother interrupted my fun with the guinea pigs. She stomped in and immediately bitch slapped me across the face.

Glaring, I questioned. “May I help you Mommy?”

She smacked me again.

“Ya know, you really should see someone about this little violence issue you’ve got going on.”

“Shut up, you little fatty! You should have never been born! Why couldn’t I have gotten a daughter like Cassadee or better yet, drowned you at birth?!”

Ouch.

I could feel tears pricking my eyes, but I refused to cry in front of the bitch queen and her pack. I’d already endured countless tauntings about being fat and ugly and stupid, but I wasn’t going to add crybaby to that list.

Mom must have seen something, because she shot me a triumphant smirk and stomped away.

Shit.

Once I was certain she was gone, I heaved my fat ass up and climbed up to my bedroom. I scowled at the mirror. I was definitely going to have a bruise tomorrow. Lovely. My plain blond hair was yanked into a scholarly bun, my green eyes lifeless, my body thesize of a whale.

I sighed and quickly changed out of my sweats and into a loose tee shirt and jeans. This was as good as it was going to get.

I shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, where all three of my brothers were and then some. Great.

Jeremiah, the oldest, was seventeen and the silent, brooding one of them. His tousled black hair always hung in his face, halfway covering his stormy gray eyes. Other than the fact that he always looked like he was trying to figure you out, he was gorgeous and he knew it.

The twins were sixteen. Tyler and Teddy Mercer. They both had sandy blond hair, like me and dad, but Tyler eyes reminding me of dark chocolate and Teddy’s looked like a pleading puppy dog, no matter the situation. They were both major players.

“Sup Fatso.” Teddy greeted me as I walked in. He was seated atop the counter, facing me, with Jeremiah, Tyler, and their idiot friends surrounding him.

Immediately, the other boys turned to glare at me. I quirked an eyebrow and smirked. “Nice to see you two, my sweet little retard.”

Teddy was pissed. For some reason or another, nothing had him seeing red more than being called “sweet” or “adorable” or, worst of all, “little”. God only knows why, but I’m double dead for calling him both, and in one foul swoop.

Tyler hisses at me. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

I tsk tsk at him mockingly, grabbing a granola bar at the same time. “Now Tyler, is that any way to talk to your sister?”

“Considering we all doubt you’re actually related to Jere and the twins, yeah, it is.” a voice buts in from behind me. A voice that sends shivers up and down my spine. A voice that belongs to the future alpha, Adrian Hale.

Adrian, Cassadee’s fuck buddy that is, was the hottest guy in school. I mean, there’s no point in lying about it. His silky dark hair made you want to run your hands through it, his eyes hypnotized you and made you want to stare at him forever, and his body just made you want to scream out, “Take me Adrian!” Not that I’d ever do such a thing.

I turn around and scowl at him. Suddenly I realize what he said, and a grin slips onto my face. “Damn Adri, that’s actually a pretty good idea!”

Everyone - Jeremiah, Tyler, Teddy, Adrian, and their dumbass friends Cody and Harper - looked at me in confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about Fatty?” Adrian asked.

I rolled my eyes. "If only they weren't my brothers." I sighed dreamily.

They still looked a bit puzzled. Adrian raised an eyebrow. "You're ashamed of them?"

"Hell y- " I was cut off by Teddy smacking me hard across the head. I flew into the wall, groaning. The boys chuckled.

"Oopsies sorry Fatso." Teddy sang.

I giggled. "Did you seriously say "oopsies"? The remainder of your masculinity just went out the window, Teddy Bear."

Suddenly another hand touched me. A tan, nimble-fingered hand. That sent sparks buzzing through my body.