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TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 1
HOPE's POV“Loser!” A water balloon smashes right at the back of my head and explodes. The crowd bursts into laughter and I? I have become a walking goo of slimy green and red. “Hey, Omega! Clean up the mess will ya?” “Don’t dirty the school hall with your ugly footprints!” More snickers ensue. Another balloon comes at me. It gets me in my back this time and my white cottony shirt is now a slimy blue. Great. I swallow the lump in my throat and bend down to pick up my textbooks. They had fallen out of my hands at the assault of the first balloon. My biology book gets picked first, then chemistry and finally, poetry. They’re all covered in slime, it’ll take time to clean them all. And just as I reach out for the last item, my sketchbook, a neon pink sneaker appears and stomps on my hand, unleashing a crushing pain on me.“Argh!” I scream when the owner presses down, the soles of the sneaker grinds against my skin and bones. “Oh…if it isn’t little Miss Goodie Two Shoes herself,”
TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 2
HOPE’s POVBlake Parker, the future alpha of Crescent Manes looms at the door. His tall physique blocks the entire door and though his face is cast in shadows, I can tell that he is not pleased. My breath hitches and instinctively, I shout out, “Help me!” Blake ignores me, choosing instead to focus his attention on both Chad and Mike. The hands that bind me quickly leave my side. Frantically, I pull up my pants and search for my blouse. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but my hands are shaking and without my glasses, I can’t seem to find my blouse at all. Ashamed, I cover my chest with my hands, silently thanking the Moon Goddess that my bra is still intact. “What is the meaning of this?” Blake’s voice thunders across the room and both Chad and Mike fall to their knees. “Blake! We were just fooling around, man!” Mike rubs his palms together in succession. Even in the dark, I feel fear emanating from him. “We mean no harm…” Chad squeaks, “We were just playing around with the Ome
TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 3
HOPE’s POVIt took me an hour, but I am finally pedalling my bicycle towards the residence of the Parker family manor. The ride back was a long one. I was chased by a bulldog and almost fell into the drain, no thanks to my missing glasses. Add that to the sudden heavy downpour.Mom’s going to kill me when she finds out that I need to buy another pair of glasses. It's the third time this year. The first two were crushed and broken, courtesy of Sara Carter. Maybe I should just bill the new pair of glasses to her. Right.What a joke. If I ever dare to even look her in the eye, Sara Carter will hang me upside down from the school gymnasium and use me as a pinata or a punching bag.I shake the thought off and quickly ride towards the garage, grateful that no one is seeing me in such an embarrassing state. Especially mom.Getting off my bike, I lean it gently against the wall, careful not to dirty the pristine clean walls of the garage with my wet and peeling bicycle. Then, picking up my
TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 4
HOPE’s POVI fist my fingers and bring them up to Blake’s closed door. Then, taking a deep breath, I rap at the wooden frame.Knock, knock, knock it goes. Please tell me that he went out or fell asleep. Please don’t let him answer the –“Come in.”Crap.I am tempted to bolt, to run away and hide under the covers of my woolly blue blanket in the maid’s room but I know that if I do that, my life will not only be a living hell in school. It will be a nightmare too, here at the Parker manor.I tuck some stray locks of wet hair behind my ears, suddenly wishing I had worn something more presentable. Right now, I am in an oversized Mickey Mouse t-shirt that hangs over a pair of tiny red boxers. Both were bought from the thrift store a few blocks away from school. Hastily, I pull the sleeve up, the darn shirt's been slipping over my shoulder, revealing a strap of my nude-colored bra. Alos from the thrift store, though I wish I had not bought it, the darn bra is a size too small. Whatever. He
TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 5
HOPE’s POV “I want you…” I think my heart just got stuck in my throat. For a moment, all I can do is stare into Blake’s stormcloud eyes. Funny how I never noticed the swirls of red in them, they are so enchanting, almost like the embers of an all-consuming flame. “To wear contacts.” Huh? I blink. What? “I want you to wear contacts from now on. You look much better without your glasses. I get to see the emerald behind those specs of yours,” Blake practically whispers in my face and my breath hitches. He makes no attempt to move away, choosing instead to hold my gaze. My heart starts to go thump-thump-thump. Oh Moon Goddess, please do not let his super-sensitive ears hear this. “Your heart’s beating extremely fast, Hope.” Damn. “Are you nervous?” he teases, leaning further in to speak into my ear, letting his breath tickle the nape of my neck. Quickly, I avert my eyes, choosing instead to look down at my fingers interlocking one another on my lap. All I can do is sit like a s
TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 6
HOPE’s POVThis morning brings me no respite. I wake up with non-stop sneezing, something shifters do not have to endure. I blame it on yesterday’s downpour, that and my non-existent wolf. Without my wolf, I do not have the accelerated healing abilities that all the other shifters do. I run like a human, I fight like a human and I hurt and bleed like a human.“Goodness!” Mom places a hand on my forehead and tsks at me, shaking her head a little as her eyes shift between the ticking clock on our bedroom wall and my tangled hair.“You’re a little feverish, Hope,” she says, her face contorted into worry. Mom is running late, she needs to make breakfast for eight kids, courtesy of little Belinda’s school picnic today.“I’m fine, mom. Don’t worry about me. I’m not a kid anymore,” I say, gently prying her hand away from my head.“But –““Really,” I shoo her out the door. “I’ll go buy some Tylenol from the pharmacy later.”Mom is not convinced. She frowns even as I get out of bed and push he
TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 7
Hope’s POVIt was never easy to walk down the halls of Wulf High, but today, every step that I take feels as if I am being dragged under quicksand. Perhaps it would be better to be swallowed up by quicksand. At least I wouldn’t have to come to school anymore. But here I am, trudging behind Blake like a prisoner of war with my head downcast. Whistles and high fives roll across the hallway, it is a salutation that everyone who wants to be anyone is giving Blake. And even without looking up, I can tell that every single girl in school has her eyes glued on Blake. In everyone’s eyes, Blake is the epitome of coolness; he is what every guy wants to be and the dream guy every girl wants to have. If only they knew what a bully he is. “Hey, Blake!” someone comes up Mr Cool himself and gives him a high flve. It sounds like Will, Blake’s self proclaimed best buddy. A tiny lift of my head and a sneak peek confirms my suspicion. It really is Will Morris, the smartest student in Wulf High and t
TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA 8
Hope’s POVThe Omega Games.It is not even a game. More like a suicide, that’s what it is. Every 5 years, every pack in the land will send their wolfless omegas to fight to the death in an arena and the winning pack pockets billions of dollars in the form of tax free land, business commodities and a great big slice of the oil and gas industry. That is a lot of money at stake. But all this is done in the name of innocent omegas, all this is done in the name of bloodshed.And the funny thing is, the Omega Games is not supposed to happen for another 3 years. I turn my head to look at Blake. Endless questions swirl in my mind but he does not meet my gaze. Instead, he waves Will off as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.“Go Will, go and spread the news. No one touches her but me now.”Will frowns and shakes his head. “You know your father won’t hear of this. He’ll want every able Omega to join the game. You marking her is of no exception. The Alpha will still draft her f
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