Fractured Alpha (BxB)

{Two}

Messiah growls lowly. Desperately, he tries to tie the thin fabric around his neck. With warm, brown eyes, Xena hastily adjusts his necktie and offers him a small smile. Underneath the lights hanging above his room, her dark, nearly black, skin looked like streaks of honey. On her shoulders sat her unruly, black curls. "Thank you, Xe," Messiah replied smoothly.

"Of course, Beta Messiah." He opened his mouth to chastise her on using formalities, but he knew it'd be waste of time. Wolves, especially in their pack, operated on a structure of a hierarchy. Because Messiah was second in command, he was treated with respect. Being the son of Betas, he was used to the superiority and honesty, he hated it.

Gently, she smoothed down the navy skirt hugging her lean legs and met Messiah's hazel eyes. His lips quirked up into a soft smile, as he slung his arm over her shoulder. In his friendly embrace, she stepped out into the dirt floor in front of the pack house.

To shield herself from the blooming sunlight that kissed the horizon, she held up her hand. Xena smiles widely when a small, blonde wolf lifts her head and subtly flickers her gaze down her body.

Even though she won't admit it, Messiah caught the faint lust circling through Xena's eyes when the Omega gnaws on the stick.

"Xena, when are you planning on telling her?"

Xena raises an eyebrow at him and feigns confusion. "Tell her what?"

"That you're mates," he counters. Messiah smirks knowingly as soon as Xena bathes herself in the comfort of silence and wraps her arms around her body.

"Messiah, you know she's not eighteen yet. I can't tell her until she craves me, too. I can't do that to her. Even then, what if she's not ready? She's been through hell." At her last statement, Xena growls lowly, the protectiveness over her little mate consuming her. "I love her...."

Messiah smiles at her. "I know, Xena, and I admire you for holding back until she feels the bond. If it were me, I would have jumped my mate by now."

Amusement sparkled in her dark irises. "As in fighting or having sex?"

Messiah shrugs casually. "I'm not sure yet. I haven't met them." Xena laughs at his words.

"Oh come on, you two," Steele growls. Shooting him a glare, Messiah piles in the backseat beside Zenaida. In the front seat sits Storm, Steele's fraternal twin.

Apart from their ebony curls, the pair contrasts the other. While Steele has diamond studs adorning his earlobe and a golden ring dangling from his nose, Storm's features are subdued. Faint freckles dust his tanned skin and he's always cloaked in oversized hoodies. Leather jackets, colored in crimson or black, cover Steele's loose, white tshirt. Steele's eyes are a shiny, emerald green and Storm's eyes are smoky grey. Steele screams trouble and refuses to submit to anyone, apart from Zenaida because she's the Alpha. Storm follows the rules irrevocably.

Both warriors, however, the pair protects the pack with their lives.

With the soft hum of Cherry Wine by Hozier in the background, the group drives to the Supernatural High, just outside of Birchwood Forest.

Xena and Messiah burst out into song, their heads bobbing to the music, as Steele complains about his pounding headache from the front seat. "If you two don't shut the hell up," his words come out in a growl.

"Steele," Storm warns. "Don't threaten the Beta and Gamma."

Steele sputters curse words under his breath and diverts his attention to the window. Rainwater drizzles down the glass and blurs his vision. Moments later, Storm pulls into the asphalt parking lot of the looming, concrete building that better fit the description of a castle rather than a school.

With their heads held high, the wolves saunter through the halls. Stood against their rusted lockers, witches scoffed at their presence. Celestia Ambrose, in particular, whispered to her friend, Rena Lovett in a hushed tone, careful not to let them hear her. Stupidly, however, she had forgotten about their enhanced hearing.

Zenaida glowered her oceanic blue eyes at the violet haired witch. In response, Celestia narrowed her onyx-colored irises, but due to her small frame, she was forced to lift her head. In a menacing growl, Zenaida spoke, "Do you have something you'd like to say?"

Celestia held up her hand to shove her away with a powerful breeze, but the Alpha gripped onto her wrist. "Don't."

Abruptly, Alessio's combat boots thudded the concrete floors and caused the witches to scatter. With unruly, honey-colored locks and irises of melted chocolate, he was labelled as one of the most beautiful students at Supernatural High. His navy blue blazer was slung over his arms and his unblemished, white shirt was tucked into his leather, black jeans. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and pristine, white veins decorated his tanned arms.

Messiah rolled his eyes in pure annoyance at the wolf who ruled Birchwood Forest. Messiah crossed his arms defensively across his chest. A scowl etched onto his face, his eyes followed Alessio's retreating form.

"Damn," Zenaida says. "The sexual tension between you and Alessio could be sliced with a knife."

Messiah grumbles before Zenaida pulls him into her embrace and a splitting grin breaks onto her face. "Don't worry, Messiah, no one can blame you. While I label myself as lesbian, he's hot as hell. If he was a girl and my mate, I'd bang him." At that, Messiah rolls his eyes and slings his arm around his Alpha's shoulders. A small smile forms on his face, as the group of wolves head up three flights of stairs to reach their classrooms, all of which are in the same hallway.

Hey loves, here's chapter two. Do you love it, hate it, or want me to shut up?