The Strong Alpha

3. He Ate Some Bad uhh... Bad Broccoli

"I would like everyone to work with their partners and create a presentation" my History teacher instructs, going on and on and on. I hate History. Always have. I don't understand why human history matters to me when all I need to know is werewolf history. But luckily, Brent is my partner in this class, the only one we actually have together thank Goddess. At least he'll tell me whatever the teacher says. I snap out of my inner head monologue when I notice everyone looking at their partners and talking animatedly so I turn to see Brent already smiling in my direction. He quickly leans forward and discreetly pushes his lips to mine, pulling away before anyone could notice. "I love you." He says and takes my hand in his before lacing our fingers together and planting a soft kiss on my knuckles.

"So I noticed that you were zoned out while Mrs. was explaining the assignment. Basically, the gist of it all is to make a slide show presentation or poster presentation on all of the conspiracy theories on the death of Dr. Martin Luther King and we have to include somewhere within it all which one we believe and why and which one we think is least believable and again why. Hey Baby. I know I'm gorgeous and all but I'm all yours, you don't got to stare." He says, adding a chuckle at the end of his egotistical statement. I blush as I realize that he had just caught me checking him out and punch him softly in the arm, causing him to wince. "Damn Jay, you've gotten tough. You should cut back a little on the training. And I am so sorry. I know you don't like when I talk like that." He adds the last part whilst pulling me in for a hug and smothering my face in kisses. Tell him Jay. He needs to know. It's been five weeks. My wolf lectures me.

"Well you see. It's actually been quite the opposite. About five or so weeks ago, Father requested me to train more and participate in rogue attacks if I want to take over." I mumble, knowing he'll still be able to hear me. And as I suspected, he could. "What?!" He screams, momentarily forgetting we were in class, and rises from his seat to stand in front of my desk, with his hand on top of my desk with pitch black eyes full of anger. The teacher yells at him to sit down after he attracts the attention of every single student in the classroom. "Sorry Miss. Just a slight disagreement." He mumbles and narrows his eyes at me before storming out of the room with his bag. "Ms. Jenkins! Where has your partner gone?!" The teacher fumes from the front of the room where she is now standing in front of her desk. "Just to the bathroom. He said he wasn't feeling all that well because he ate some bad uhh... Bad broccoli last night." I say stumbling on whatever comes to mind while I speak. She nods nonetheless and moves back to her seat behind the desk.

After what feels like ages of waiting, the lunch bell finally rings, dismissing us all from our classes to let us get food. Omg food. Why do they make you stupid humans wait so long between meals? This is preposterous! My wolf growls from inside of my mind. I roll my eyes at her complaint and collect my belongings, walking out of the classroom to find my locker. I place all my unneeded belongings into my locker and grab my phone and wallet, pulling them in my back pockets. I sometimes hate being a werewolf because of how much food I have to eat. All the guys are always excited because it's lunch time and they can finally fill their bottomless stomachs but it just bums me out because there goes another ten dollars because I have to buy so much food to satisfy my darn wolf. I roll my eyes at my predicament and make my way to the cafeteria but unfortunately I'm stopped by some dummy covering my mouth with one hand and grabbing my hands in their other. My wolf starts howling at me to do something as the stranger begins pulling me backwards and just as I'm about to do a flip to break their wrist and release myself from their wimpy hold on mime, I hear the not-so-much-of-a-stranger-anymore Tell me that it's just Brent and not to freak out and murder then. I groan and let my canines out, biting into his hand, not hard enough to draw blood or cause any damage, but definitely enough to hurt like heck and make him let go.

"Crap." He mumbles to himself as he cradles his hand to his chest. I glare at him and grab his hand, turn his body, and pin him to the ground on his stomach within seconds causing him to let out a painful growl. "Don't growl at me young man. I hold power over you and though I love you, I'm pretty ticked off at you right now. I do not suggest growling at me and making me angrier." I command using my alpha voice. He sighs and I can almost guarantee that he rolls his eyes in the process. "Yes Alpha." He mumbles lowly.