3: VIRGIN FREAK

NIGEL'S POV

It was another glorious morning, and I woke up again with an erection. One would have been quick to blame it on my teenage hormones, but being a werewolf, I was expected to have a handle on these urges. Velma, the Beta's daughter, was supposed to stop by last night, but she mind-linked me, telling me something urgent came up. What could be more important than having sex with the Alpha's son? She better be ready for me tonight. Velma and I weren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that, but we began hooking up a couple of years ago, and we decided to continue our meetings until one of us found our true mate.

Meanwhile I had to figure out what to do about that pencil-neck virgin that was staying in our guest house. She just irked me the wrong way. I almost blew our secret last night when the clumsy bird fell out the window. I should have listened to my wolf and let her break her neck and die, but that feeling in my bones couldn't let that happen. I didn't understand why my father agreed to let humans reside on our lands. Yes, he told me the estate where the Whitmores were supposed to live was too close to the vampire outpost, so he opted for them to stay with us until he was sure the neck-biters would do them no harm. But why couldn't he let them live somewhere else? Why did it have to be our home?

My mind slithered back to my encounter with that stupid girl last night. Why couldn't I get her out of my head? She was so — so weird, but she had the most beautiful emerald eyes I'd ever seen. Miranda. I licked my lips, imagining how sweet that special spot between her legs would taste. I was chuckling like a psycho at the fact that deep down I knew she had never even been kissed before. What a loser, but an interesting loser nonetheless.

“Stop it now!” My wolf, Taurus, boomed. His paws padded in the back of my skull while he exhaled fumes. “She's human and Father wouldn't appreciate us fornicating with her,” he paused and then shuddered. “Plus, I would rather not catch fleas.”

I laughed. My wolf had a mouth on him. “Taurus you wuss, do you always do everything by the rules? What happened to living in the moment? What happened to being a ruthless rebel?” Taurus was known to be one of the strongest wolves in our pack, next to my father's wolf, Titan.

“Look, Nigel. There are just some lines I won't cross, and sleeping with a human is one of them. I prefer wolf pussies, just like how the great Moon Goddess intended it to be.”

“OK, Taurus. You win. But just know I find her as disgusting as you do.” The girl wore too much perfume, masking her natural scent of pineapple and ginger. Plus, she always had her hair in a bun. She was a total square, boring out of this fucking world. I bet she sat and counted ants in her free time. And the way how she always dressed so unteenagy, is that even a word? I wondered. But the girl dressed like a grandma, plus she was just so clean and always seemed so stiff. It made my eyelids twitch.

“Yeah, she smells awful, and she has really skinny legs,” Taurus mocked.

“Yeah, skinny, long, smooth legs,” I recited. My heart sped up picturing her legs slipping in her granny panties. I didn't mean to spy on her, but I have supernatural senses, and her bedroom window was right in front of mine.

“Don't forget about her enormous head. Humans always have big heads,” Taurus laughed.

“OK, Taurus, enough taunting. Let's get ready for breakfast. We are running late.”

I stepped into the shower with a painfully erect penis. I decided to rub one out in the name of Velma, but the images of Miss Prissy Pants' perky breasts flashed in my head. My wolf whined in disgust, and I immediately dropped my dick and finished my shower instead.

My ears zeroed in on the distinctive noises all around me. The mansion was alive with teenage laughter and warriors rushing outside to start their exercise. I missed my training session this morning, so I knew I would have to face my father's wrath. He was eagerly awaiting my participation in the great Alpha Trials. The event was only three months away, and I was training hard. My father was expecting nothing less than winning. Unlike other packs where the alpha title was passed down from father to son, our pack lived by ancient rules where the position was earned and not given. So any young werewolf with high ranked blood stood a chance to become the next successor to the alpha throne by battling in wolf form.

I hurriedly pulled a grey polo shirt over my head, slipped on some black jeans, and pushed my feet in my black All-Stars. I burst through my bedroom door and slid on the rails of the staircase until I reached the bottom floor.

“Nigel, what took you so long?” The brown-haired she-wolf asked as soon as I landed on my feet. Her blue eyes stared at me lovingly while she looped her hand in mine.

“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted her. “Sorry, I'm late.”

“Don't worry about it, but your father is a little pissed that you constantly keep us waiting at the breakfast table. Plus, Beta Valor told him you missed training again.”

My father was a great alpha. He kept our pack safe. He always lent a helping hand to the neighbouring packs, but he had a heart of stone. I had never seen him kiss or show my mother any affection, nor had he ever treated me like a son. I was his protégé, someone he wanted as his successor. But what my father didn't know was that I wished to be more than just an alpha. I wanted to be an artist. I loved to paint and draw, this was something Velma and I had in common, our love of Arts and Crafts.

I could feel my father's eyes on me the moment I walked into the dining hall. He had his hands balled into fists, and he rested them on the table. His grey eyes got dark, showing us that his wolf was agitated. “Alpha,” I bowed. “I'm sorry I'm late.” I retained my position and kept my head bent until he said I could speak or look at him.

“Nigel, you are the potential alpha of the Howling Cliffs Pack. You have to start taking this seriously, especially with the Alpha Trials coming up,” he roared. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I'm sorry, Alpha, I just —”

“There is no room for apologies and excuses. Do you know how important these Alpha Trials will be?” He asked, and I waited for him to tell me. “This year all who will participate will not only be fighting for the alpha position, but they will also fight for their lives.”

The other werewolves paused and listened to the words of our Alpha now. He wanted them to hear us, like he was showing them their future rested on my shoulders. The pressure of their stares and worries were strenuous on my knees.

“What do you mean, Nolan? Are you saying they will fight to the death?” My mother asked, astonished.

“Yes, Peaches. I want only the best on this throne because after these Alpha Trials I am going to get rid of this tradition. It is about time we adjust to the new world. This will be the last battle for the alpha title. The next alpha will have the luxury of passing on the title to his son, just as how it's supposed to be. That is why I need Nigel to stay focus so he can win this thing.”

“But, Nolan.” My mother's voice was shaky, and I knew she was worried about me.

“Are you questioning my judgement, Peaches?” The Alpha flashed his golden eyes at my mother and she held her head down, showing submission.

“It's OK mother. I will be fine,” I spoke feeling irritated about the way my father just spoke to my mother. He always insulted her this way. I knew they weren’t true mates, but at least he should treat her with respect. My mother was the sweetest, most gentlest soul I’d ever met.

“I hope so,” my father added. “Now come, eat your food,” my father commanded.

**********

I settled my shades on my face and jumped in the driver's seat of my Porsche. I wish I didn't have to go to school, but the American government began investigating our community a few months ago, wondering why our schools weren't teaching anything from the American syllabus. Knowing what X is equal to doesn't really win werewolf wars now do they? So the werewolf society had to hire human teachers and incorporate human students in our schools so we could blend in. Humans and their fucking stupid rules. I shook my head.

“Hey bad boy.” The smell of pine cones greeted me.

“Hey yourself, hot stuff. Want a ride?” I asked Velma. Her beautiful breasts were straining in that button front pink sweater of hers, and her short legs seemed longer in that pleated skirt she had on. She lifted her leg over the door, one after the other and settled in the passenger's seat. Her skirt was so low I could see the little hairs on her pussy. “No underwear, I see?”

“Panties are for virgin girls,” she giggled, then bit on her bottom lip.

“Now that's a nice pussy. It smells a little ripe, just like how I like them,” Taurus hummed, baring his canines while he pictured being buried balls deep inside Velma.

“I need to see you tonight. Don't let Taurus and I hunt you down,” I growled.

“OK. But tell Taurus to relax. I can taste your arousal,” she giggled.

As soon as I started the ignition, I smelt Valko and Duran heading towards us.

“Can we get a ride, too?” Valko asked.

“You can walk,” Velma snickered.

“Good morning to you too, little sis,” Valko laughed as he hopped in the back with Duran. Valko and I were best friends, even though he was two years older than me. He was a little slow academically, so he had been held back twice. Duran, however, was a newbie in our pack. My father found him beaten and left for dead a few years ago. My father took him back to our packhouse and our doctor nursed him back to health. Duran explained to us that his pack was attacked by a rogue army and everyone was killed. He escaped because he was too scared to fight back so he ran. “It smells like fish sticks in here,” Valko announced.

“I think that's your sister's arousal,” Duran laughed and Valko slapped him on the head.

The sound of Snoop Dogg blasted through my speakers while I drove to the academy. We were singing along when we came up to the curb close to the school. I sensed her before I saw her. She smelt even cleaner than last night. She had her arms stretched out like plane wings while she spun around in circles. Her bubbly personality made me sick.

“Look, it's the virgin freak,” Valko pointed. “Why is she so damn weird?”

“What the fuck is she wearing?” Velma laughed. “Hey freak!” Velma shouted at her. “Nice outfit.”

Prissy Pants paused when she saw us. She was standing near a puddle by the side walk. My wolf said he had an idea. I read his mind and I didn’t agree with his plan. “No! Taurus. Don't,” I warned my wolf, but it was too late. He took over control of the car. The tires screeched when it drove into the puddle, and with a mighty splash, Miss Prissy Pants was drenched from head to toe.

Duran, Valko and Velma were laughing hysterically.

“Yo, did you see that?” Duran wailed. “I wish I could get a replay.”

“For real," Velma squealed. “I think she got a bit of mud in her mouth."

“At least she smells a lot better now,” Valko cackled. “Nice going, Nigel.”

I zoned them out after that. My eyes stayed glued on Miranda through the rearview mirror, her reflection got smaller the further up the road I drove, but my ears were tuned in to her; the speed in which her heart was racing told me she was furious. My ears wiggled when she whispered, “Nigel, you A-Hole.”