Alpha (boyxboy)

Prologue

Beep.

I groan, curling further into the bed sheets...

Beep.

Stuffing my head under the pillow, I close my
eyes tightly...

Beep.

"Dammit..." I whine, sitting up and reaching over to my nightstand, picking up my cell and inspecting the overly bright screen.

"Five missed calls? Seriously..." I start, but my complaining was cut off by an incoming call from... him.

Fuck me...

I swiped the screen, groggily letting out a "Hello?"

"Hello?! Are you fucking kidding me, I called you five times already, and texted you at least twenty! Why the hell weren't you answering, huh?! Think you're a tough guy now?!" The voice on the other end yelled, and I cringed.

When I judged it was safe to reply, I brought the phone back to my ear. "It's three am... what do you want from me? I was sleeping" I said, biting my bottom lip at the silence on the other end.

Did I say something wrong again? Crap, what did I do...

I tensed as a harsh, masculine chuckle came from the other end.

"Is that really any way to speak to your Alpha...?" He muttered, and my breath hitched.

Shit fuck shit fuck... oh shit he's waiting for a reply!

"N-no, sir..." I wheezed out, nibbling the inside of my cheek in fear.

"That's right... now open the front door, it's cold and you need to be punished." He finished, before hanging up.

Great, Cyrus... you're really fucked now.

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Hi, my name is Cyrus Riley.

A little about me: I'm shy, an introvert, and I'm gay.

Oh, also, I'm a werewolf.

And before you let your imagination run wild, no, I'm not one of those weird half man half wolf guys who turn involuntarily on the full moon and kill everyone. And no, I'm not allergic to silver or anything... but cmon, who wouldn't die from a stab wound to the heart?

Anyways... picture Jacob from twilight, in his wolf form. Yep, that's basically me. Although, I think my pack mates and I look and act way cooler than any movie star wannabe.

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"Jennifer Remus?"

"Here"

"Cyrus Riley?"

I was listening to my music, doodling over my notes.

"Cyrus, are you here?" Teacher chick asked again, and the jock next to my punched my arm.

Startled, I pulled out my earbuds and looked up. "Yes mam, sorry mam" I said, with a sheepish smile on my face. Teacher chick just rolled her eyes, then continued calling roll as I glanced at the guy next to me, who was snickering with his friends.

"...something funny?"

"Aha... no..." he said, covering his mouth. Taking this as my opportunity to act straight, I rolled my eyes and looked back down at the notes that I was supposed to be studying.

Sad that he's such an ass... look at those muscles... I bet he could show me a good tim-

I felt myself blush, so I quickly shook my head and covered my cheeks. In an attempt to occupy my thoughts from my ever growing problem, I looked out the window next to me and observed the faces of the people who passed by.

It wasn't passing period, but a fair amount of juniors and seniors were walking past our classroom. 

Maybe there was an event today that us sophomores aren't invited to?

Great, today is going to be epically boring if I don't get to hang out with the girls because they are at some stupid school thing. Who can I sit with at lunch?? I always sit with my pack mates... it sucks being the youngest omega!

I groaned, flicking my eyes to the next group of people walking past. 

H-holy shit... them...

Suddenly my problem became much, much worse. 

They were my pack mates... but they were way out any of the omegas leagues. At least, not until the mating ceremony at the end of the year...

I blush again as my eyes meet his, and he winks.

HOLY SHIT. Did that just happen?!

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