Dominating Alphas

School is NOT Cool

"Michael!" I shouted as I entered the house.

"WHAT?" He yelled back. I stomped up to his room and sighed as I sagged against his door frame.

"We gotta go to school," I announced.

Michael froze. He looked torn and mortified. "God, no. Please, no. I can't go back to that hell hole. I only went freshmen year, but I swore I'd never go back! Why? We already finished college online!" He was frantic, clutching his hands over his delicate heart. "I'm not going. I can't. I won't - you can't make me!"

"Unfortunately," I crossed my arms. "we do."

He sat down on his bed, seemingly calmed down, and glared at me. "What did you do?"

Holding my hands in mock surrender, I played dumb. "What? Me? What could I possibly do?"

"Dammit, Taylor!"

"Alright, alright! You're gonna love this," I beamed, inching away. "It's funny, really. Alpha Aaron said we have to go to school with Grayson and Jason. Part of the...alliance protection thing, I guess. Oh, and Grayson and I a
re getting married!"

"WHAT THE HELL?"

"And we're living in a big house by ourselves! Luckily, you and Jason get to live with us!"

"WHAT?"

"....In Midnight Woods territory...," I weakly added.

"WHAT?"

"This week...," I said, deepening the metaphorical cuts and smiling nervously.

"TAYLOR!"

"Ha, ha...funny, right....?"

~That Monday~

"I hate you."

"I said I was sorry!" Michael glared at me. Well, the best he could with one swollen eye. He had tried to wake me up this morning and my fist flew out, catching him right in the eye. Though werewolves tended to heal faster than the average human, his eye was still black.

"I hate you," Michael stated, next to me. His backpack drooped a bit on his shoulder when he started slouching.

"Love you too," I breathed as I gazed at the building of education in front of me. "Well, let's get this over with." With that, we both walked in, throwing the doors open.

"My babies!" Someone shrieked. Suddenly, I felt an unexpected weight on me and I stumbled to regain my balance.

"Gerroff me, Stone!" Michael swore and pushed the red head off of us.

Jason smirked. "Aw, love you too, babe." He turned to face the crowds of people staring at us and pointed at Michael. "He's mine! So back off, bitches!" I stifled a laugh as Michael blushed an unflattering shade of red.

"Sh-shut up, you!" He frantically looked at everyone. They were all pointing at Jason, then Michael and giggling. "That's not true! He's crazy I tell you! I don't even know him!"

"Shh, love," Jason whispered, placing his pointer finger on Michael's lips. "It's okay, just let it out. We don't need to hide it anymore." Once again, he looked back to our audience and announced in a dreamy voice, "I LOVE MICHAEL GRIFFIN! AND WE'RE ENGAGED!"

"Dear Lord," I softly said, staring at Jason in wonder. "He's gone insane. Completely insane."

"NO! WE'RE NOT ENGAGED!" Michael protested, waving his hands.

"I LOVE YOU, BABY!" Jason exclaimed and threw his arms around Michael. Then...he kissed him.

Granted, it was on the cheek, but it was a kiss alright. The loud mmmmwhaaaaa confirmed it. When he pulled back, he peered up (Michael was, like, an inch taller) at Michael. "Hey, what happened to your eye?"