In the janitor's closet

Laurel Monterello's POV

I walked down the halls, heading for my locker and fully aware of the eyes on me as I walked alone. I was never alone. Gemma and Alessia were nowhere in sight neither were they in their rooms at the pack house when I tried to apologize. They weren't at my locker or theirs. I knew they were avoiding me. I got insane on birthdays but never snapped at them. Yesterday was a first and we suddenly didn't know how to act around each other.

A sigh left my lips as my fingers unlocked the lock. It gave a loud bang as I forced it open, drawing attention that I didn't need or want.

"What?!" I snapped at the brunette beside me as she gave me an unwavering stare. Hands up in surrender was the response I got and a mumbled apology that was anything but sincere.

I turned to find a mini skirt in my line of sight. I lifted my gaze to a pair of black orbs glancing at my outfit. It was one of those days when I didn't give care and just pulled anything my hands could find.

Her perfectly manicured hands found my collar and she gave a brief tug, pulling me closer to her slender body. A glimmer of her orange scent passed my nostrils, I would have gagged if it wasn't slightly nice. 

"Where are Alessia and Gemma?" She uttered in between chuckles, earning a snicker of laughter from the bitch I had snapped at earlier.

When she saw my persistent silence, she mumbled under her breath a cuss that on any other day, I would have reacted to but I was more concerned about my friends, especially Gemma. She was the weakest and most vulnerable among us.

"No one saw you last night." A sly grin made its way to her lips. "Except Romano that is. I heard you too had a fun time celebrating your birthday."

As much as I wanted to punch her in her face, I could not as I was in school. It didn't take me a long time to realize my dad, the beta had eyes and ears watching my every move at school. One wrong move and he'd rushed home to scold me or even worse, punish me in ways my brain had learned to bury under schoolwork.

"He had more tales to tell of you last night. I could have allowed him to finish, the same way he finished inside of you but-

The snickers got louder and echoed over her next words. That wasn't what caught my attention, it was Tommaso. He walked in all his high glory, heads turned with his every step. His chocolate scent sent my wolf crazy and was just about to take over. The same thing I faced each time he came into the same room.

He hadn't noticed me. The bitch still had her hands on my leather collar, her grip tightened when she noticed I wasn't paying attention to her. As I was about to push her hands away, our eyes met. He froze, the words he was speaking to the stout warrior died in his glamorous mouth. He made it so obvious how stunned he was to see me. 

His hand had frozen in the air when he saw me and lowered in his pockets as he looked away from me. Somehow that hurt almost as much as his rejection. He didn't bat an eye at his mate who needed his help. I could defend myself if I wanted to, something the both of us knew but just the idea of him offering to lift even a finger to help was something I wanted from him even when I didn't need it.

He knew I couldn't fight back. The entire school knew I couldn't fight back. Not with the eyes and ears lurking around to report to my dad. 

Not being able to take any more of the humiliation, my eyes flashed red, Gain, my wolf surfacing at the idea of us being humiliated in front of a mate who didn't want us.

" Touch me again and you are dead." My voice was low, just enough for her to catch with her heightened senses.

A loud gasp left her lips. Just as she was about to drop her hands, Romano, the enforcer butt in, dropping her hands forcefully from me. His hands clasp mine as he intertwined them. I was too stunned to react at the touch of another male that wasn't my mate on me. He murmured words to her that I didn't catch before pulling me into his side.

He looked at me, a look I was unfamiliar with from him was etched on his face. His smitten, grey eyes looked lovingly at me as he pushed a strand of blond hair behind my ears. His face was dangerously close to mine as his cheeks touched mine. I inhaled deeply at his foreign touch. 

I was ready to have his head when out of the corner of my eye, I found Tommaso about to take some steps toward us before he halted, stopping himself. Just then, an insane idea crossed my thoughts. Without thinking twice, I tugged his hand, pulling him in for a kiss.

Another gasp filled the air as the entire hallway watched us.

"So it's true!" The high-pitched voice reached my ears and I winced. "You are a slut!"

Breaking the kiss, Romano still had that smitten look and I gagged internally. 

"Excuse us."

I pulled him into the janitor's closet which was conveniently close by. I made sure to bang the door harder than necessary, to draw as much attention to myself. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Tommaso's lips twitch in irritation. I felt glee on the inside at his reaction. It didn't matter how much he tried to deny it, he felt something for me, and being the stubborn wolf I was, I was going to have him at it.

My back slammed into the wall as Romano ran his slimy hands all over. His mint breath stayed on my face as he aimed for my lips. 

My hands moved to find him when he held them behind me and his rosy lips clasped on mine. They took mine in a slow, sensual bliss. Him being a playboy, he knew his way around the female's body, his hands roamed my slender waist, arching them into him. My mind lingered on how perfectly I fit in his hands. His lips worked mine and soon, our breath mixed.

His free hand cupped my cheeks as his tongue parted my lips and it slipped in. I turned hot all over and melted into him. My insides turned into pudding as I let him touch me. His hand soon slipped under my uncomfortable blouse, taking a feel of my perky boob.

They continue to roam under my shirt till they found my nipple. He pinched slightly, earning a moan between pleasure and pain from me. His nose lingered on my neck as he placed kisses. One at a time, I lost my senses and was quickly consumed in the bliss that was his lips.

His hands moved to unbutton my shirt and that was when I snapped out of it. With a little more strength than needed, I snapped his hands backward, leaving him in an uncomfortable position where he let out a cry between a growl and a painful grunt. His knees dropped to the ground and I came after, keeping eye contact to show how intense I was.

In between growls, I uttered, "Touch me again and I'll bite your claws off!" My eyes flashed their usual black fleck as my wolf surfaced.

I walked out the door to find the crowd had dispersed. The bell had rung but I was too immersed in his lips to care. I beat up myself internally at my moment of weakness. His lips were so good that for a moment, I didn't care if he took me there and then. It wasn't like I had anything to lose and a large part of me wanted to hurt my mate, make him feel the pain I felt when he uttered those unspeakable words to me. I was too timid to ask why he did it even when I knew I should. He didn't know me neither did I know him. We were friends years back but now, he was just my soon-to-be alpha and my brother's best friend.

I badly wanted to walk up to him and ask him why he did it. What I had done to him to deserve such harsh treatment. It was so shocking to me that I barely moved when he mumbled the words. Rejections were almost unheard of these days and that was one of the reasons why it hurt. Of everyone it could happen to, it had to be me.

As I walked over to homeroom, I paused in my track. It suddenly made sense, a little part did. Why I was suddenly wanton and wanted Romano. Why I wanted to have him all over me and why he made a move on me.

I was going into heat!