Habitual Liar

C11- Fuck Twilight.

At dinner, Matt looks upset when I walk downstairs.

"Where are those bruises from??"
He asks, touching my neck lightly. I guess I look a little beaten up.

"Mr. Baumann. He tried to choke me."

"I hate that bastard. Did you black out for a long time??"

"Nope! I kicked him in the chin and he got knocked out. I think I gave him a percussion."

"Concussion?"

"Yeah, that."

The whole table looked shocked.
"You gave Mr. Baumann a concussion?! YOU?!"
Lucius asks, ashing his cigarette. I nod.

"It wasn't hard."

Matt rubbed my head proudly.
"HOOSAGOODBOY??? You're a good boy!!"

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If there was sexual tension before, there's even more now.

"Matt, can you take me out to the hound athletics place??"

"Gladly. Don't you have gym clothes already??"

"W-well... I didn't want to tell you this, but I tried out for the cheer and gymnastic squad. I made it on."

"You WHAT?!"

"I'm sorry!!! But I really wanted to do it."

"Well, let's go then. I guess I can't control you when you aren't here... Do what you want, just know that you're still weak and you can get hurt easily. In any case, I had no idea you were a gymnast."

"I taught myself the complex stuff after my parents died. When they were alive they took me to gymnastic classes. "

"Well, If it makes you happy, I suppose that's what matters."

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I walked out of the dressing room with short cheer shorts on.
"How about these?"
I ask. Matt taps his chin. We walks behind me, and I smell his pheromones for a second.
"Approved."

I nod and walk back into the dressing room. I try on a leotard that's sparkly and has a mesh back.

Matt slowly nods in approval. I feel like I smell his pheromones again, just a little bit.

I blush and walk back into the dressing room. next I try on some gymnast pants.

Matt gasps.
"Those are so cute... like footie pajamas!"

I giggle and walk out again with my clothes on.

"Okay, that's all I need."

Matt and I walk up to the checkout counter. I pull my wallet out of my pocket.
Matt snatches it out of my hands and puts it in his pocket.

He hands the lady some cash and I frown.

"Why can't I pay for anything??"
I'm triggered.

"Because you're an omega."

"B-B-But-...why??"

"B-B-Because I said so."
Matt rubs my head. I cross my arms.

"Silly boy, we won't take an omega's money."
The clerk hummed.
"That's the rules!"

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It's been a long week.
It's Thursday today. Tomorrow is a party at the house, and I'm excited. Bruce says that he's coming to it. But I don't care about him, I want to smoke with Matthias...

I just got home from the gym. Bruce walked me back, and when I walked into the house, Matt was waiting at the door.

"So, who's that guy?"
He growls. He's staring me in the eye; right into my soul.

"The gymnastic team captain! He trains me."

Matt growls deeper, and now I'm mildly aroused.

"He's an alpha. All alphas are dangerous."

"But you're not dangerous!"

"I am very dangerous. A werewolf is powerful on the night of a full moon. He's very big. If he were to go apeshit one day, you could get really hurt. Be careful, and don't ever go near him on the night of a full moon."
Matt warns me. I give him a hug. He isn't being obsessive. He's always looking out for me.

"I'll be careful."

He wraps his arms around me. He's big and warm, and so gentle with me. I could fall asleep with him holding me. I want to.

My alpha...