Bite down 2

6

"The Alpha will allow you to spend the night as it's late. First thing in the morning you are to leave the Vanderbilt Castle."

The person who tells me this is someone from the Vanderbilt pack. The guy has a bald head and blue eyes. He's dressed in all black. He's a black boy with a handsome defined face. His head is bald. He has big sexy looking lips that part as he stares at me and pearly white teeth. He has that same Vanderbilt attraction to him but clearly he isn't as aggressive as most of the others. I've seen him with a more aggressive wolf. It's clear he's one of the Beta wolves of the Vanderbilt pack.

The man with the blue eyes doesn't just say this to me alone. I'm standing in the foyer. It's the middle of the night but some of the boys have come out of the common area to hear what the commotion is about. Among them are Ian, Johan, Matty, Prince and even Karamo.

Ian's smile is the sickest when he hears what the Vanderbilt is telling me.

I look over and realize the only way up the stairs to my room is through Ian and his fucking cronies. Ian, Johan and Matty lean up against the stairs watching me the entire time.

"I guess the boy pussy was garbage," Ian tells Johan.

"Look at him. I'm surprised he wasn't the first one eliminated," Johan responds.

At that point Ian, Johan and Matty start laughing amongst themselves. They are talking loud enough for me to hear them. They are doing this on purpose. My face blushes red as all the boys look at me. I feel like the biggest fucking loser right now. I was barely dressed, drenched in sweat and now I was being made fun of.

If Ian and his boys weren't enough Prince literally puts his hand on me, "Don't beat yourself up. This isn't for everyone."

I don't know what's worse. Ian and his friends being evil or Prince being condescending. I realize it hurts more with Prince being condescending. I push past Prince making sure that he doesn't touch me. I hate the idea of being around him. He pisses me off so badly. Me pulling away causes Ian and the others to laugh at me even harder. Walking up the steps I turn back to see my peers laughing at me. The only one who isn't laughing is Prince and Karamo. Karamo looks sad. He feels bad for me. He probably realizes I didn't stand a chance too.

I never stood a chance.

By the time I get to my room I'm a broken person. Tears are streaming down my fucking face. I don't know why the fuck I'm crying. I don't know why it hurts so bad. The idea of being rejected so openly is sick. What was wrong with my lips that Walid didn't want to touch them? What was wrong with my kiss that it wasn't good enough for him?

"Wh---what's wrong?" Dakota states when he sees me crying in the corner of my room later that night. He doesn't knock when he enters the room. His face softens when he sees me like this. No matter how strict and aloof he used to be right now I know that he actually cares.

I think this is what hurts the most. Having to look up at Dakota and let him know that he's wasted his time. He should have never believed in me. I wasn't like the rest of these boys. I wasn't as beautiful. I wasn't as sexy. I wasn't as passive.

I shake my head and stare away, "I was eliminated. He doesn't want me...I'm not good enough."

Then I start to cry again. I should have never assumed I was. I don't know what it was about Walid that made me so excited in the first place. The guy was an Alpha. He was out of my league.

Dakota slowly kneels down next to me, "Then he's an idiot."

At that moment Dakota holds me. He lets me cry all through the night.

When I wake up in the morning the words Bad Sex has been etched in my door courtesy of Ian, Johan and Matty. They don't hide it. They are literally standing at the end of the hallway waiting to see my expression when I see it. Then comes the laughter. The cruel laughter of bullies ready to kick you when you're down.