Chapter 5: Tsundere Wolf

Tegan

“Beau, smells like you’re making my fave, chicken enchilada casserole,” my father said, dropping the items I’d asked him to fish for me on the kitchen island. “Smells powerful,” he complimented, while I stood there over my dish, numb from the head down. My father had told me his name was Tyler, Tyler Albercht. A few hours ago when he had dropped him off, I didn’t think anything of it. Just another stray who got caught in the crosshairs of two rival packs. But then I started feeling fuzzy, my stomach seized with butterflies. He was an alpha, and an attractive one too.

Not that I would let him know that!

I’d like to think I wasn’t part of the omega stereotype. I was my own person, unlabeled and unclassified. Granted, it wasn’t the first time I’d met an alpha face to face, but it was the first time my body had reacted so strongly to one. When he had pinned me back there against the door, I had wanted nothing more than for him to take me…

Then I felt foolish for letting him handle me like that!

Heck, I never thought I’d cross the day where I’d be thankful for those silly little ears to spring up on the top of my head. It was a response to the warm feeling I’d get in my gut when I started fluttering up. They vanished when the sensation did, it hadn’t gotten in my way for a while, until I met this strange alpha wolf.

Dad told me he was a hybrid, half wolf, half human. Which made me scratch my head some more on why I couldn’t resist this primal attraction…

“Beau? Beau,” my father called me, and I finally snapped out of my daze. I looked to him, his focus over my head, where I had the strange feeling I might have thought myself into materializing those ears again. “Heh, they look cute on you.”

“Shut up!” I cried, embarrassed. I flung my oven mitted hands over to my soft ears, grunting under my breath at this terrible curse. “I can’t control these stupid things!”

“It’s a telltale sign that you like Tyler,” he confirmed as he stole a beer bottle from the fridge.

“I don’t like the alpha!”

“But he is the alpha,” he started, then snapped the bottle cap with his sharp teeth. “you’d make the perfect mate for him.”

“That sounds beyond crazy coming from my dad!” I protested while he laughed. “It’s not fair how my body reacts to him,” I whispered to myself. “It’s like I lose all control. I don’t like feeling that way, so vulnerable to my own emotions.”

“It’s natural, love.”

“But I don’t want anything to do with it.”

My dad, he could tell I was serious. After the unsettling silence, he dropped his beer on the counter and walked over to me. “If you’re serious with what ya sayin,’ then I might have a cure. Come on, then.”

I lost the kitchen mittens and the apron before I followed him to my bedroom. It was dim, the  blue light touching my dark angel aesthetics and vintage CDs hanging on my wall perfectly. He sat along the edge of my bed near my nightstand, and I followed him there, my father pulling out something in his right pocket as I stretched my neck out curiously.

“What is that?” I asked, the crumbled up long plastic around it leaving much to be imagined. He pulled the perforation apart and revealed this capped syringe. Then he went back into his pocket again and took out this little glass bottle with a number on it.

“This here, love, is called Pocket Fire. It’s been going around like drugs in the shifter scene.”

“What’s it for?”

He chuckled. “Why don’t you find out?”

I looked at him wide-eyed, feeling my stomach churn. “You mean it’s going to stop those insatiable Omega urges?”

“It won’t completely stop them; it’ll try to tame them while masking your scent. Your body is putting out a lot of heat, generated by these hormones telling your body it’s time to mate.”

“Ehh, dad…”

“And this heat you’re putting off, the alpha wolf is catchin’. And seeing as you’re not into Tyler—”

“Yeah, yeah I think I get it.” I breathed, “Why does it have to be a needle, though?”

“Runs down your bloodstream fasta.”

“Not fast enough.”

“You want a kick, then, love?”

I recomposed myself, ignoring all the horny voices in my head. “Yeah, hit me.”

I rolled up my sleeve and laid my arm out over my knee, inviting that needle into my median vein. My dad slipped the cap off the tip and punctured the rubber cap of that small glass bottle. It had a bronze finish, so I couldn’t see how the liquid looked like through the glass, but when he sucked the plunger out, I noticed the small dose through the narrow barrel.

It looked like saline solution ready to run through my bloodstream. I braced myself, closing my eyes, and waiting for his administration.

The injection had my jaws slamming into each other. I dreaded needles, but I knew I needed this one, holding my body tight until dad poured all of it through me. “Aghhh,” I gasped, just as he pulled out. I was being dramatic, panting out sharp breaths while I tried to quell all that shaking in my bones.

“Ah, you did better than that last flu shot you got,” he teased, giving me a wide and witty smile.

“You’re lucky I didn’t bite you like I did that phlebotomist.”

“The dosage is every week, or until the feeling sinks in. That’s when you know it’s wearing off.”

“You mean I have to do this more often?”

“It has a half-life, just like any other drug.”

“Or, you know, you can ship him back to his place so I won’t have to keep prickling myself.”

“Oiy, you know betta’ than to suggest something as suicidal as that.”

“You don’t think he will be fine?”

“Love, he hasn’t mated, and he hasn’t a pack. The boy fresh outta water. We’d be throwing him the the lion’s den if we ship him back him.”

I sighed.

“Relax. It’s the perfect excuse to get ova’ your fear of needles. Just see it like that, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“And try to be nice to him, love. He is family, after all.”

Try to be nice to him…

I wasn’t sure if this was an immediate fix, but when I got up to follow my dad back into the kitchen, I noticed Tyler had made himself comfortable in the living room to our right. He got up with the guiltiest expression plastered over his face, looking like a lost puppy, making it hard for me to resist him even more. I was crushing hard on my dad’s nephew and it showed, my gaze getting all starry and mesmerized.

Why did he have to have such perfectly sculpted gray eyes?

“Hey, is everything all right?” he asked in the smoothest baritone to woo me. But that apologetic question wasn’t directed to just me, but to the both of us, my dad and I looking back to him modestly.

“Yeah, mate. Just peachy. Right, love?” my dad asked me, and all I could do was respond in lost confusion. “Beau?” he called out to me again, my eyes pressed shut as I shook the trance off.

“Um, ugh, yeah, yeah…” I couldn’t understand what was going on. The urges weren’t there, but the attraction still stayed. Was all that drug did was mask my smell for him? I had thought that that these feelings would head out the door as well!

Regardless, I didn’t want him thinking I was drooling all over him. Last thing we need was an alpha in the house getting his ego stroked. “Great, now we can talk to each other like human beings,” I confirmed, crossing my arms over my chest.

“But we are wolves, aren’t we?” he joked, but I didn’t find it funny.

“Wow, that was a considerably terrible j—ouch!” I cried, my dad elbowing me in the arm.

“Ha! Wolves. What a jester! Right, Beau?”

Oh great, dad was giving me that look, which meant I had to play along with his gag. I tried hard not to roll me eyes at him, but sarcasm was my middle name, and Tyler was bound to find that out about me.

I stayed silent and kept my words to myself while Dad invited him to eat dinner with us. He apparently expected me to serve Tyler at the head of the table, which rubbed me the wrong way. Guy hadn’t even been in our house for all of six hours, and he was already entitled as to sit in my dad’s spot? I think Dad was giving his nephew too much credit.

I had the casserole dish in one hand and the spatula in the other, approaching him and his plate with the jitters. Crap, what a terrible time to start sweating! I didn’t like him, remember? Why was I getting all heated about walking closer to him?

He had his eyes on me, and I felt my face answering a bit too kindly to his gentle eyes. Tyler made me clench onto that handle angrily, because no man was allowed to move my emotions so easily! I was my own person, damn it!

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“Do you need some help?” he said, and then I caught myself standing there hunched over his plate, like a damn robot out of batteries. I turned my face to him, Tyler inches away from me, finally realizing that my mind had went off to Wonderland for a second.

Holy hell, he was sexier up close!

It’d be my third time enchanted by this damn alpha! Frozen in place, unable to budge an inch! I was fumbling and hard, his scent subtle at a closer range, making me all fuzzy inside.

Please, don’t make with the puppy ears!

“If it’s fine with you, I can serve myself,” Tyler said, brushing his fingers over my hand along the spatula grip, where I swear we had a moment.

Why did Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get It On suddenly play inside my head?

His hands felt so soft, yet, they looked so huge… And I could only imagine that sized up to the equipment he had packing between his legs…

“Hey, Beau, why don’t ya take a seat on Tyler, aye?”

“What!” I cried, cause I felt like I needed to clean my ears out from what my father just requested I do!

“I said, why don’t ya take a seat by Tyler?”

“Oh! Oh, take a seat, heh. Sure, w-why not, heh.” Oh Lordi…

Maybe I did need to relax a bit. I started hearing things, and feeling things, and getting all worked up over this man taking a spatula from my hand. How embarrassing…

After the food went around, Tyler started wolfing down his plate, while my father got a bit too comfortable with staring at me, staring at him. He ate like an animal, which was strangely turning me on, before Bann asked, “Enjoying the view, there, Beau?”

My face flushed, and I quickly snapped my head right back to my plate.

I swear, he just enjoyed watching me fluster up. I had to think that my dad was trying to play match maker with the questions he was asking Tyler, like: Mate, you ever landed your plane in a metal hanga?’ and Do you like thick dark meat? Maybe he didn’t think he was making it obvious, but when Tyler continued answering those questions oblivious to the girl sitting right next to him, I didn’t find myself stopping my dad. In fact, I was secretly interested in seeing if I was Tyler’s type, and it turned out, I was.

I hid my excitement though, pretending to not care about their conversation while I ate quietly to myself. That was until my dad made up this BS excuse to light his cigarette outside, because we both knew he had no problem smoking inside the house.

“Be right back, lovies,” his deep raspy voice hinted, but Dad wasn’t slick. He was trying to get me alone with Tyler!

It’d be an honor for him, for his only daughter to be one of the alpha’s mates. It’s why he was pushing me on Tyler so hard, desperate for us to bound, despite I told him I wasn’t interested.

I took a shot in the arm for goodness sake! You’d think my dad would take the hint!

But I felt like he knew better. No matter how much I hated to admit it, I was falling hard for this half human werewolf.

“Dinner was great,” Tyler complimented.

“Thank you,” I said, giving him a short and flat response.

“Hey, ugh, about… about earlier in the bedroom—”

I stopped mid chew, my eyes bouncing to him.

“Sorry for tackling you like that.”

“No offense taken. After all, you were just horny—I, I-m-mean, hungry!”

He chuckled. “They are one in the same, aren’t they? Doesn’t excuse what I did though. I don’t want to give you that kind of impression.”

“You mean that infamous alpha impression?”

“Heh, I guess that’s regular game for you, huh?”

I looked at him funny. “What do you mean?”

“You know, those alpha guys hitting on you all the time.”

I couldn’t stop my blush, so I looked down at my plate instead and left his statement unanswered.

“But I have to say, when I saw you for the third time, I didn’t get that thirsty feeling again.”

“Bann gave me something to suppress my scent from you, and to control my hormones.”

“He gave something to you because he told you to take it, or because you asked?”

“I… asked for it,” I confessed, almost like I was afraid to tell him.

“Oh.”

It was strange how one word practically crippled me. I basically had told Tyler that I wasn’t interested in you, and that my natural chaotically horny behavior toward you was getting in the way of my once undisrupted lifestyle.

I could tell I had offended him and felt horrible for it. But I was too prideful to set those insecurities straight. And instead of making him feel better, I was prepared to make him feel worse. “It’s not okay for every girl, you know, to accept being linked to any alpha. Especially one this weak.”

He chuckled. “What?”

Yes, yes, the oldest trick in the book! It was how I was programmed and I couldn’t fight it! To insult the man I liked, so I could mask my true feelings for him for whatever reason!

I didn’t hold back on ammunition either, dabbing the napkin at the corner of my lips before I continued acting snobbish toward him. “Look, I understand that you’re my dad’s nephew and all, but I honestly don’t get what he sees in you. He was the one who saved you from being dog food. So what if you took out three pups—a true alpha could take out a dozen more. You’re just a hybrid playing in the big leagues and you have no idea what you’re up against.”

“No, I don’t, so why don’t you enlighten me?”

…

Okay, plan B…

I didn’t expect him to take that so well—he didn’t flip out on me, not even after calling him weak! An alpha hated being called weak!

The need to apologize to him after that burst of rudeness scratched at the back of my throat, until my dad came back with his hands stuffed in his pockets, with the smell of cigarettes absent.

“All right, Beau, did we come up with a game plan?”

I cocked my eyebrow up. “A game plan? For what?”

He grinned. “Sittin’ the Lotus straight.”

“You mean you’re sending him back to campus?”

“With you, of course.”

“Her?” Tyler interjected. “But she’s just an omega.”

“If they give you any smack, you have one of the toughest omega’s out there to help you out.”

“No offense, but I think she’d just get in the way.”

Ah, there’s the snap-back! I knew he couldn’t resist insulting me back!

“Well, if you’re so eager for another beat down, you’re welcome to go back to school by yourself,” I retorted.

“It’s getting late, but, after school, I can show you a few combat tricks to hold ya ova’.”

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