The Results Of That Affair

/The Present- Eleven Years Later/

                                        ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧

Remember when I said this could all blow up in my mother’s face? Well, it did. Eight months after we had that conversation my mother did the unthinkable. She came home with a ring and told me the pack alpha was divorcing his sick wife to be with her. Um, the pack did not take that likely. The alpha can command all he wants but that never stopped the whole pack from spitting on her and calling her the devil.

She cried through the wedding, and I wouldn’t speak to her. Till today, I don’t talk to her the way I used to. She threw away two families to marry a bastard and no one blames him for it. People have grown to like me. They think I’m funny, amazing, and a promising member of the Silverclaw Pack. Like they thought it was only a matter of time before I’d be kicked out.

I’m currently the captain of the Silverclaw Storm. The football team of the pack, and going to the main private university. My life is not bad. There’s only one... one tiny problem.

The pack has two major sports teams, volleyball- Moonhowlers- and the American football team.

The volleyball team isn’t the problem, it’s their captain who happens to be the problem. Percival ‘Percy’ Whitmore. Formerly Tamaki Ren. Ren means lotus... Percy is nothing like a lotus.

The half-Japanese, half-British bastard that has decided to punish me for my mother’s mistake. Percy will never forgive me for what happened to his mother. After she discovered her husband was leaving her for another woman... she got better. Healthier. Healthy enough to tie my mother to a car, and set it on fire.

I swear to god! People wanna burn my mama alive. Had I not been there to save her she would have died. And Percy resents me for that because his mother was sent to a mental institution. He argued her case telling everyone how scummy my mother is. To this day my mother faces a risk of people attacking her on the street.

And Percy attacks me to make her suffer. Fuck.

I wince as my legs start to cramp. I’ve been jogging for a good three hours now. It helps me think. The sun had set over two hours ago, and the streets of the campus were dark only lit up by the lamps. I had to go for this jog because of what Percy did yesterday. The news only got to me today.

I’ve officially decided not to date. My current girlfriend, well ex, of three months dumped me this morning with a heavy slap to my face because her brother- my vice-captain- was forced into an altercation with Percy. And god, that fucking guy drives me insane. Can’t he just do what I did? And go to therapy?

He fights me, at every second. Fuck I’m so glad we’re both in college. We at least live in two separate fraternities because living with him was fucking hell. He somehow found out that I had known about the affair and boy did that blow up in my face. He cut the brakes to my mother’s car, gave his father a black fucking eye, and put rat poison in my breakfast all in that same day.

I mean at this point I think we need to pick a spot to just fight it out. And the worst is I won’t win.

I stretch out my muscles. Percy is.... Percy is stunning. I hate him because he hates me, and because I have to protect my mother. Also because he’s a jackass who is taking the ruin of his family poorly. And while I can sympathize, I refuse to sit still while he attacks me daily.

Okay, I can’t win against him because Percival has the attitude of a rogue alpha with the body of a beta. He’s six foot, introverted, crazy, has long black hair, a slender but muscular build, by that I mean- six pack, slim waist, firm pecs... generally like a dancer’s build.

An exotic male dancer build. And deep brown eyes with lots and lots of hate in them- I don’t mean that in a weird way, I’ve just spent too much time watching him.. where was I going with this? Oh yeah, he can kick my ass. I am taller, and I look physically bigger than him but god... his mother must have been on steroids because I can't beat him. He's also pretty and I'd feel bad about bruising his skin, I'm a gentleman sue me. He also knows quite the number of Korean insults to really send my way. I just want to have a meaningful relationship without people thinking Percy will kill them for making me happy.

This is the third girl to dump me for the same reason. 

A crunching sound snaps me out of my thoughts, but I don’t acknowledge it. It’s probably another jogger.

Now where was I? Oh, that’s right, Percy. God damn that bastard. Blaming me for everything that went wrong. As if I were the one who made the choices that led us to this mess. I’m a romantic at heart, you know? I believe in falling for someone who won’t cheat on me, someone I can trust completely, someone with whom I can share my mating mark. The mark—a symbol of unity and commitment—means everything to me. I want someone to be able to fall for me without the fear of my fucking stepbrother lingering over their shoulders. But those thoughts drift away as an unexpected pain grips my neck.

OW!

What the hell? A sharp sting pierces my skin, jolting me from my reverie. Instinctively, I reach for my neck, my fingers brushing against something cold and metallic. Confusion spirals within me as I try to process the suddenness of the attack. Before I can react, I’m surrounded. A group of shadowy figures emerges from the darkness, their faces obscured but their intent all too clear. Panic surges through me.

"Get off me!" I shout, my voice cracking, but it feels like a whisper against the growing chaos.

They descend upon me with a ferocity that sends adrenaline coursing through my veins. I struggle against their grip, but their hands are like iron, holding me down with a strength that I can’t break. I’m thrown to the ground, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. Dread swells in my chest as I realize I’m outnumbered.

Why can’t I shift? The question reverberates in my mind, echoing through the haze of fear and pain. My wolf, my other half, should be raging to the surface, ready to defend me, but something keeps it at bay. Is it fear? The shock of the surprise attack? Is it something they injected into me? I push against the instinctual panic clawing at me. I focus on my breathing, trying to summon the power within me, but the connection feels severed, frayed at the edges.

As fists rain down on me, each blow lands like a sledgehammer against my body- I think there might be actual hammers involved, stealing my breath and weakening my resolve. I twist and turn, trying to escape their grasp, but my body feels heavy, weighed down by confusion and the urgency of survival.

The world blurs as I grapple with their violent assault, the darkness threatening to close in around me. I’m aware of the blood trickling down my neck, mixing with the dirt beneath me, but I can’t afford to lose focus. I need to fight back!

“Please,” I gasped, my voice hoarse and ragged. “Stop! I can’t—” But my words are lost in the cacophony of their laughter and shouts.

Their faces remain obscured, mere shadows in the dark, and I’m left to wonder who they are and what they want. I attempt to throw a punch, but it’s met with a forceful counterattack that sends pain exploding through my ribs. I wince, the agony intensifying my frustration.

I should be able to call my wolf, to let it burst forth and claim my body as its own. The instincts that usually come so naturally to me feel like distant memories, slipping further away with each blow. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I shift?

I feel the grip on my arms tighten as they drag me away from the faint light of the street. My heart races, pounding against my ribcage like a desperate drumbeat. It’s too dark, too suffocating, and I can feel the panic rising within me. The world around me fades the sounds of the night muffled by the chaos.

Just when I think I can muster the strength to fight back, a sudden blow to my head sends everything spiraling into darkness. The pain is too much, my head, my hands, my legs, my eyes, every part of me hurts. The last thing I remember is the feeling of helplessness as my consciousness slips away, swallowed by the void.