An Alpha's Jealousy (Narry Storan) (Book One)

Chapter Three

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I'm a monster.

I'm a monster.

I'm a     monster.

Feeling that too familiar sensation of tears springing in the back of my eyes, I quickly rub at my watery jewels and sniffle pathetically.

You just had to go and scare my best mate, didn't you?

Hearing a whimper, one that was covered in agony and one I bluntly ignored, in response to the harsh cutting tone I had used to talk to that thing, remorse swells up like a bruise.

Or a broken nose.

Doing a complete one-hundred eighty degrees, I return to my previous state of self-loathing as I recall yesterday's excruciating events.

"Bunch of fags," A tall individual muttered as he passed by Louis and I while we walked towards our first class; he "accidentally" knocked in to Lou, which caused my best mate to stagger and collide-rather harshly, I might add-straight in to the lockers.

The     metal     lockers.

Before I even knew what to do, a new odor, which was pungent and smoky, swirled through the air and rammed straight into my nose. In just a few seconds, mere moments that my brain couldn't even comprehend, I went from being by Lou's side to being on top of the culprit who dared to lay a hand on my cub.

Without a warning, my conscious is yanked back as the thing takes full control.

"    Never,"    The voice that came out of my mouth was lower than mine and smothered in fury and murderous intent. "    ever    touch my cub    again!"

With horror curling around my waist, I watched in shock and disgust as the fists attached to the body I used to be in control of began violently and relentlessly assaulting the male's face.

The attacks not controlled by my will continued to come even as blood began squirting out of the man's nose; and, with a vile taste rising in the back of my throat, I noticed that the blood coming out of the male's nose was spraying both the floor and the fists hitting him with a dark crimson liquid.

Even when the fragile bones inside the male's nose began to collapse, the thing still struck its victim.

I couldn't    stop.

I couldn't     scream.

I couldn't do a single      thing      because I wasn't the leader or the brain any more.