The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Troye

“Your lunch is on the kitchen counter, and don’t forget your history report, I left it by your backpack,” I paused as he scrambled around for everything he could potentially forget. When he was through with my list, he turned and flashed an  ‘I told you I could do it’ smile and headed for the front door.

“And Dal?” He turned around quickly, sending a burst of sweet smelling air my way. “You forgot your shoes.”

He smiled sheepishly as he bent to slip them on. I sighed inadvertently; sometimes he just made me itch with desire.

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“So did you hear?”

“There’s a new French chick!”

“She’s coming tomorrow!”

“I hear French girls are hot. Sweeeet, bro.”

The never-ending gossip poured into my ears as we walked into school Monday morning. I guess we’re getting a new French chick? I wonder if she’ll catch Dallas’ attention…

“Troye! Evans just called, apparently I need to perform a certain amount of pack meetings and protocol before I’m officially Alpha, so I’m ditching. I’ll pick you up from school or wherever later,” with a light clap on my shoulder and a smile, Dallas headed off in the direction we just came.

Ugh. Mondays.

I had gotten a text halfway through 8th period from Alpha Grey. For some reason I didn’t immediately enter an internal rant of regret and self-resentment regarding my Alpha-Omega issues, but more of a ‘what does this dick want with me now’ kinda rant. And that surprised the hell out of me.

The text had been friendly, asking me to stop by the pack house after school. He wanted to apparently “see how I was doing” and “check to make sure I was keeping out of trouble,” but I didn’t buy it. I decided to go anyways, but not before sending a text to Dallas first.

I pulled open the wooden door of the pack house and poked my head in. The house was average at best. Simple wood flooring, beige walls, and old wooden furniture I desperately wanted to throw up on. No one seemed to be here though, so I entered and took a seat on the uncomfortable chair outside Grey’s office.  A minute later his unmistakable old man voice asked me to “enter if I so choose.” It’s not like I have a freaking choice dude, you called me here remember?

I stood up, significantly more frustrated than when I arrived, and barged into his office. Probably not the wisest idea but who cares this guy smells like musty sheets anyways.

“You wanted to speak with me?” I asked in a bored tone, sitting down on the worn leather chair in front of his pristine desk. He cleared his throat, looking at me with interest. More like staring. Jeez what is up with this guy? I shot him my best impression of a creeped out young girl and he coughed, seeming to get the message.

“Troye,” he began, his hands folded perfectly out in front of him. I wanted to gag.

“Grey,” I responded disinterestedly.

He gave me another interesting look, this one more filled with surprise. And he wouldn’t talk, only stare. After about a minute of silence I began to feel extremely uncomfortable.