I Am Me (Book One): Weakness

Chapter 3: Your Setting

Isaiah POV

Oh, you're back. Okay, well, welcome back. If this is gonna be a thing with us, you will need to give me some time to get used to it. Anyways, we are at my school. 

My home and my school are located in a secluded location in the woods. We call the woods Mysty Woods. Clever, I know. Thus, our town is Mysty town and my school is Mysty High. Musty Elemntary is down the street and Ruffalo Jr High is a street down the other way. What? Oh, the Junior High's name? What do you expect of junior high schoolers? They try to act adult by separating themselves in their own little worlds. Granted, high schoolers are no different, but hey, at least we are aware of the outside world and are in the process of being integrated into society. Jr High Schoolers have a ways to go though before they are where we are. Unfortunately, they don't act like it from my experience. And they wonder why I say it's better to be by myself around that time. Now? I got nothin'.

It's the morning. Classes have started and I am, talking to you guys in my head not paying attention to what the teach is saying. Don't worry, this stuff is in the book as it is and I am invisible enough for them not to notice. Heh, bet everyone like me wishes they could do that. My secret is to try to answer every so often to make it seem like I pay attention, that way the douche teachers go for the unprepared. Be good to be bad. It's perfect, mwahahah.

After class is over, I have other periods to get to, but I gotta watch my route, since these kids are not kind to those like me. I'm not talking about nerds. I mean the quiet types. As wolves, we are very social and touchy feely. No lone wolves here, oh no. I go against the grain and I have to pay my dues. Still, I rather get on with my day, so I do the reasonable thing. No, it's not tell them I'm the alpha heir. I doubt they'd believe me anyways since I cover my scent with a Betas scent. Thanks Mark,  for the idea. The Bets is my cuz. Not siblings, but we spent enough time together that we might as well be. It's also how I know he'd be a better alpha than I. Granted, he's not as muscular as an alpha should, but he's got more muscle than I do.

"Hey, Lovelock! Where do ya think you're going?!", sounds a deep voice in the halls. I tense up. Rest In Peace future alpha. Except..that scent....

"Carter, I swear to all that's good, I will get you back for that", I yell. This isn't the first time I've said it because he always does it. I never get him back.

"Well, present a challenge and actually pay attention to your surroundings, rather than Isaiahland upstairs and perhaps I won't catch you off-guard", he smugly shoots back. He's got a point, but I won't admit it. He continues, "So, since we have class together, as per usual, we are gonna head there together, as per usual".

"I do not need a play-by-play of our daily routine", I respond.

"If that were true, I wouldn't have got you good just a minute ago", he says quickly.

"Well- screw you, I'm smarter!", I prettily day back, sticking my tongue out childishly. "Anyways, what's the word on the street. Anyone figure out who the mysterious alpha heir is yet?"

"That is not something to be proud of Isaiah. You're hiding from your pack and because of it you are constantly being disrespected", he says, surprising me with his explanation. "Yeah, you didn't think I didn't know. Trust me, I'm aware, and I can't save you from the pricks who don't care. You have the blood of an Alpha running though your veins. Use it!"

"Maybe I will....think...about it.....", my words trail off as I catch the most enticing scent that hits me every day since I was five. "Mine~", goes my wolf from within our through my lips. The only time he ever utters a word. The only time he ever even makes his presence known to me beyond instincts that become natural habits to me at this point.

On cue, there he goes, walking right past me, in all his glory. Mark. My Marky. The object of my affection since kindergarten. The one whom I'd use to stick to like superglue until one day- in Jr High, when he told me to buzz off in front front of the entire cafeteria. I know he doesn't remember me. He sees me, but he doesn't react to me beyond a clueless, yet interested look, as if he just found a specimen that he is gonna be observing in casual interest. No emotion. Just earnest curiosity. Needless to say, he is with his friends and his self-proclaimed 'girlfriend'. If the slut only knew what he really was, she'd be running for the hills. As werewolves, we have the instinct to look for our mates for pretty much the entire time we hit puberty, despite our unreliable senses. It's gotten to a point to where sex is nothing more than a social activity for fun. I won't judge anyone for their choices, but in my opinion, it just disgusts me. Granted, I did find my mate and I stew in my own thoughts, so I really had no room to be thinking about anyone else to begin with, soooo.....

"Come on, baby. Let's just make it official. Just a little nip, right here? That's all I need. It will be easy. Come on", she pleads, exposing her neck to the side. Oh hell nah.

"Look, Katrina. I'm flattered by your interest, but it was a one time thing. I'm not ready for a mate, and neither are you, honestly", he says back, giving me a bittersweet feeling about the fact that he rejects her. Though I wish he never mentioned the 'one time thing' part. This is why I abhor the idea of relations with someone who isn't your mate.

"I am so ready! In fact, I've never been more ready ever since I found you. We are perfect, you are perfect! Please?", she says with big googly eyes, nearly watering. That's it.

"Well-I-", before Mark could finish, I'm already marching over. Wait, what?!! What am I doing?!!! Why can't I stop?!!

"Step the hell away from each other", my voice deepens in ease. No, not my voice. My wolfs voice. What he hell? As I say that, the two tense up and as if on autopilot, take many steps apart, as if programmed to follow. Perhaps they are programmed to do so, because I say so. The alpha heir. It's horrible, it's....intoxicating. I want more. "Listen you low-ranking, back of the bargain garbage bin surfing hussy. If you ever dare to come within 10 feet of him, woman or not, I will tear that pretty face to the point where not even your true mate could stand to be in the same room as you. Do I make myself, clear?"

She is shaking in her boots, but she nods clearly nonetheless. I feel horrible. And Mark looks livid, but before he can bother to defend, my wolf sees the challenge in his eyes. Something changes within me, something that activates something in him as a result. I can see it clearly. His tenseness goes from threateningly intimidating to a tenseness that seems ready for a command. Where is everyone? Do they not see what is happening to stop this? With that though, I gaze around to see if anyone else wishes to challenge me, and to my surprise, they all have either coward back or stand tall and straight, listening intently to my utterances. It's feels so good. Someone please stop me.

"You!", I'm pointing at my mate. I'm ready to utter the word Omega, but my will to preserve his dignity kicks in and I prevent my wolf from revealing his true nature. That said, he continues, "you will stay away from her. You will not go near her, you will not yearn for her. You will not think about her, you will especially not grow hard for her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-y" he tried to get a word out....no, he isn't. He is  trying to resist my command, but his wolf is fighting him.

"Answer slave!", my wolf responds, mostly due to my inner sadistic pleasure. I'm a monster, but I clearly don't care as evidence of my wolves behavior.

"YES SIR!", his response comes fast and loud.

My wolf is placated and coming back to reality. Mark is released from the tense atmosphere by witness ing the obvious change while everyone else is still unaware of the end of my terrorizing display. A tsunami of fear hits my wolf, which inturn crashes into me harder since I'm forced out of my mind and back in control. Mark is now relaxed, confused, and something else that I don't bother to identify because I'm running. Running for my sanity, if it is even still there. I don't know what's wrong, but I gotta find out before something like it happens again. Fast!

I'm finally outside the school, running towards the pack house, to my father. He will know what to do, he's gotta know what to do!