The Alpha's Instinct

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Troye

“So, you doing anything tonight?” Dallas peered up at me from his place on the couch of my room. Things were still a little tense after this morning, but I doubt it’ll last, and I'm certain it wont happen again. That doesn’t mean you don’t want it to, though the little voice in the back of my mind countered. Yeah, yeah whatever wolf, I have to do what is best for Dallas, and right now that is staying far, far away from him and that muscular chest of his.

I looked down at him. He was absentmindedly turning the pages of a Playboy.

See Wolf? He wants nothing to do with us.

“I think Sam may come over to watch a movie or play 2K,” I responded, kicking a soccer ball between my feet as I sat on the edge of my bed.

Dallas’ head whipped around, his face displaying disappointment and anger.

“I.. I thought you broke it off with MY best friend?” By this point he had thrown the Playboy on the floor and had gotten up to stand in front of me. This was his favorite intimidation act. Stand up and glare at the small frail boy underneath him. It didn’t faze me though.

“Uh yeah Dallas, we did. That’s why I said watch a movie or play Xbox not have oral sex,” I countered, throwing the ball into his chest, which he of course caught with ease.

He sighed and mumbled something that resembled “whatever, I didn’t care anyways” although we both knew he did. He tossed the ball onto my bed and headed for the door, grabbing his keys along the way.

“And where are you going, brother of mine?” He cracked a slight smile and shook his head at me.

“No where, pup.”

“You’re obviously leaving, so where are you going?” I pressed as he started to make his way out again.

“Just for a couple drinks, I’ll be home by 11.”

“It’s so not fair that you can get into bars without evening being asked for an I.D” I huffed as I followed him out.

He chuckled and responded simply with: “Genetics, pup. Can’t beat em.” And with that he was out the door before I even had the chance to ask to go with him.

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It was 11:30 pm and Sam and I were in our third round of black ops, our second bag of Doritos, and fourth can of coke (each) when my phone rang.

I checked caller I.d: Dallas.

Here’s how the conversation went:

Me: Hello?

Dallas: Tr-Troye? Is that youuuuu? Brothaaa!!! You there brotha?!

Me: Yes, yes I’m here. And you’re wasted.

Dallas: Naahhhhhh.

Me: yes. Yes you are. Do you need something?

Dallas: I… I.. I forget.

There was sudden shuffling on the other side of the phone and then a new person entered our conversation.

??: Kid, you need to pick your friend up. I’m a bartender at Uncle Jim’s pub on East Front Street. He’s drunk off his ass. I told him to get the hell outta my bar, but he’s in no driving condition. He insisted that I dial you for him. So get the kid outta here! And make it snappy, would ya? Time is money. Remember, East Front Street!