KIERAN

Kieran

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One thing I hated more than Jin Kisaragi was girls who didn't know their places. Girls with uncouth mouths, rascals, and opportunists like Nimue. I loathed her down to my bones.

I couldn't decide who I despised the most between her and her stupid mother.

Returning to my room in anger after my father had insisted that she was to resume the same college as me, I began to doubt if my plan had not backfired on me.

Yes, it was I who took those pictures of Jin and her. The online postings were also my deed. I knew it wasn't the most conventional way of doing things, but man, she just had to go.

Not just her… her mother as well.

I liked my family as it already was. I loved being an only child to my mother and father, but since Mum was indisposed, Dad had no business remarrying.

This new Luna, I wondered if she knew that my mother was still alive, kept away somewhere by my father because of his greed. I just didn't want anyone hurt.

So, it was better I got rid of them now before it got out of hand – for my Mum. That way, I’d have my mother back.

“But she's so beautiful.” Whined, my wolf - Scratch.

Beautiful? That… girl?

She was more like a pack of bones, than beauty. I wondered how she happened to be the legendary Dual Wolf with such a body. Well, she's got long legs, that was undeniable.

Still, yet, I hoped they were long enough to take her back where she came from. It was obvious that their stupid filthy jeep might not even survive a trip back to their slum pack.

I was still in my thoughts when my phone chimed with a text notification. Rubbing the bridge of my nose, I picked it up to find that it was a text from the tacky Lucille, my girlfriend.

Nah, rephrase; my pretend girlfriend.

The thing was, Dad, had been on my neck, requesting that I find my mate sooner rather than later for a while now. Even when I told him I hadn't, he would do nothing but be hard on me, saying shits about how the Alpha’s son was supposed to lead by example.

I knew that if it was left to Dad, I wouldn't be the pack’s Lycan, but the tradition was tradition. Man didn't like me much, and the feeling sure was mutual. As for Jin? He was the Apple of my father’s eye.

They both could go to hell for all I cared.

Anyway, Lucille’s text read; “Hey, boyfriend. I’m heading to the Alpha’s mansion. Can't wait to see you!”

I rolled my eyes, throwing my phone on the bed as if it were the cause of my predicament. This was all because of my father.

Had he not pressured me so hard, I wouldn't have felt the need to strike this deal with Lucille. She was to help me fool my father and the Alpha council that she was my mate until I found my REAL mate.

Once I found my other half, I’d throw Lucille away like she was a piece of weed, unwanted – because she was. However, for now, she was my fake mate. And Lucille? She was more than delighted to do this for me without expecting anything in return except for the great title that she was my; MATE.

After all, I was the most handsome and able-bodied guy at school. Even Jin didn't stand a chance.

I was in the process of taking a shower since I had been in the presence of that filthy Nimue girl and her mother when a knock resounded on my door.

Yes, I wanted to wash off any lingering scent of their soilage because I couldn't stand it one bit.

However, the knock on my door halted me mid-way. I was about to yell that the door was unlocked when it burst open.

The steam from the shower clouded the bathroom mirror, obscuring Lucille's full entrance. But my sharp eyes caught the flash of lime green hair which was my least favorite shade on my least favorite person.

"Lucille! What in the world are you doing barging in like that?" I roared, my voice muffled by the spray. "Can't you see a man's showering?"

Lucille, completely unfazed by my frosty tone, catwalked further into the room, her platform sandals squeaking on the tile floor. "Doesn't matter, honey bunch. I just had to come to see my handsome boyfriend before I die of longing…”

Deliberately, I turned for her to see my huge cock dangling preciously between my legs, all wet and rising. Trust me, I was not hard because of Lucille. I had been so since I stood with Dad and those filthy people.

I wondered if it was their lewd selves that unsettled my body system and got me this way. Because why won't my dick just relax?

Upon seeing her regular whip, Lucille’s jaw slacked as she drew in breath sharply. “Oh, gosh, Kieran. Seems you already know why I'm here.” She shrieked loudly, already pulling off her mini-tennis skirt.

“Get in here you, slow punk.” A corner of my mouth quirked up as she flipped her heel boots aside in a hurry.

I began to stroke my dick, hating how sexually hungry I currently was. And why? All because of that stupid Nimue and her nonsensical mother. They had thrown me in a state of paranoia. That was the perfect answer.

“Or maybe she's just so beautiful, your dick can't help but rise.” Scratched chirped in, already turning away because we both mutually didn't like Lucille much.

Or perhaps, Scratch detested her while I was just indifferent about her.

With the last shred of her clothes off, Lucille got in the shower with me. I pulled her closer, grabbed her neck, and planted the roughest kiss on her lips.

Nimue had really gotten under my skin, and I was furious for not being able to properly offload my anger on her. It had made me disoriented. Someone had to pay. Lucille would pay.

And yes, Lucille and I? We are fuck partners. We fuck more consistently than the daylight itself.