6: DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW?

THIRD PERSON POV

It pissed Alpha Nolan off that his son had missed their one-on-one sparring session. He had to take his wolf, Titan, on a run for him to cool off. His Luna, Peaches, tried to calm him down with her touch, but he was never in the mood for her comfort. No matter how the Luna tried she just couldn’t get any affection from her husband.

Alpha Nolan got back from his run and his son still wasn't home. He strolled on out to the balcony that overlooked his packyard fuming, thinking of ways to punish the boy when he noticed his son's car driving up from the gates.

The Alpha's frustration grew even more when he realized the vehicle parked in front of the guest house instead of the pack-mansion. "This is quite an interesting turn of events," his wolf Titan mumbled. They watched the two teenagers interact, and the Alpha caught on quickly. His son had never shown any other female this much attention before. Not even Velma who he knew his son was fucking. His wrath turned his eyes into golden hues. The wave of his anger travelled through the air and settled on Nigel's skin. The young werewolf felt his father's power biting at his nape, so he turned his head up toward the balcony where he met his father's glowering stare. Nigel quickly bid his goodnight to the human girl and made his way up to his father's quarters. He knocked on the door.

"You may enter," Nolan answered.

Nigel clambered inside. He saw his mother sitting on the bed. "Hello, Mom."

"Hello, Nigel. Where have you —" but Luna Peaches was cut off by the thunderous voice of her husband.

"LEAVE US!" The alpha's booming tone almost broke the chandelier. Peaches offered her son one last pitied look before she left the chamber.

"Father I," Nigel began, but his father interrupted him.

"Shut up, boy! You do not get to speak right now. I need you to listen to me. The rogue king is said to be participating in the Alpha Trials this year and rumour has it he is one of the strongest wolves to have ever lived," Nolan announced. "Knowing how unfair and evil rogues can be, whoever goes up against him will have to give it their all. That's why I want you to train every morning and evening. You don't get to slack off. Not until you win this competition. I demand you to win, our pack is depending on you."

"What do you mean by that? Who else from our pack will participate?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you for months, Nigel. Our pack wants to get rid of this barbaric law and live by modern rules. I spoke to the council and everyone would like to see my son be my successor. So no one else from this pack will take part. The fate of our future is in your hands."

Nigel looked into his father's eyes, and for the first time he saw fear in them."Ok, Dad, I won't let you down. I will be at every training session from now on and I will give it my all."

"That's the spirit," Nolan grunted. Then he rubbed his chin. "So you gave the Whitmore girl a ride home."

"Yes," he answered. He noticed the look his father was giving him. "I only gave her a ride in my car. Nothing else happened."

"That's good to know. There's a reason our kind doesn't mix with humans. Humans cannot be trusted with our existence. Do you understand?"

"Yes, father. They will hunt us down and try to kill us all."

"Not just that. They will cage some of us and turn us into lab rats."

That part sent a chill up Nigel's spine. "If humans are so dangerous, why did we invite them to live with us?"

"I already explained to you that it’s because the government found out about our schools when they ran the census some years ago. Our town was not even on the map for almost a century. Nothing around here was registered, plus they clamped down on us with a whole lot of taxation. The city had to pay the state a hefty lump sum. But then they threatened to shut our schools down because of what we were teaching you all. So we had to get it registered and add human curriculum and humans to the mix so we could blend in. I hate it, but we have to adapt so we can live in peace and harmony,” the Alpha continued. “The Whitmores will be living here for another year. I still don’t trust those vampires, but I want you to stay away from the daughter. I don’t want you getting too close to her. I caught her spying on me a few times while I was coming from my runs in the wood.”

Nigel understood, but he still didn't like it. "Well, I'll take my leave now, Father, my wolf has been bugging me to take him out for a run." And with that, Nigel left his father and took Taurus out into the woods.

Meanwhile, Miranda was getting ready for bed. Her mother spent half an hour lecturing her about the fact she had gotten a detention, so after she ate her dinner, her mother dismissed her to bed earlier than usual.

Miranda sat at her bureau after getting dressed in her favourite orange sleepwear, then she unwrapped her wet hair from her towel. "That Nigel think he’s so slick," she mouthed, dragging the brush violently over her tangled wet hair. "He better not touch me like that again."

After ripping out maybe half of her hair in her brush, she grabbed her phone and settled in her bed. She had been enjoying this werewolf book she had been reading on her favourite reading site.

With the lights dimmed and scented candles permeating her bedroom, Miranda began to read. This chapter kept her on her toes. The male lead, Zander had to tell the female lead, Hazel that he was a werewolf, but before he could, they got attacked by a bear so he had to transform to protect his love and that’s how he ended up showing his true self to her. Miranda was caught up in the chapter when she heard voices through the window. She made out one of them to belong to Nigel.

She got up from her bed and peeked out the window ensuring to remain unseen. Nigel was walking from the direction of the woods, with Velma by his side. But the weirdest part was they were both buck-naked.

Miranda wanted to know what was going on, so her eyes stayed on the two until they disappeared inside the mansion. She knew it, she reflected to herself. This confirmed her suspicion that these people were cultists. She recalled the first couple of nights in the guest house where she saw Mr. Vanderwolf running out of the woods naked on a few occasions, she figured he was a nudist at first, but then she saw him with maybe a dozen other naked guys one night. She tried telling her parents, but they assumed she was again making up stories to try to get them to move from Howling Cliffs.

Miranda blew out an exasperated breath. She was over this place. She blew out the candles and turned her bedroom lights off then went back into her bed. Then the lights came on in Nigel's room. Miranda knew she shouldn't look, but she couldn't help herself. She tiptoed out of her bed towards her window. She kept the room dark and parted the drapes slightly so she could see into Nigel's suite. As usual, his windows were wide open with the curtains pushed to the side. The wind tonight was cool and refreshing, twirling the hem of Miranda’s nightgown every few seconds.

Nigel stood at the window, and he seemed to have been staring up at the moon. Miranda thought he looked gorgeous the way the moonlight hit the top of his chest accentuating how sculpted he was. Her breath hitched when she saw him running his fingers leisurely through his brown silky hair. If only his attitude matched his looks, then he'd be the perfect guy. Miranda's eyeballs almost fell out of her sockets when she noticed hands circling Nigel from behind. Velma was also still naked. She trailed kisses on his back. In a swift movement, Nigel dragged her in front of him with her ass leaning against his crotch. Both of them facing the open window.

"They wouldn't," she whispered. She knew Nigel was a dog and Velma seemed like the town slut, but surely, they wouldn't do it in front of an open window. She continued to look, feeling like more of a pervert as the second hand of the clock ticked on by. Nigel ran his palm over the curvature of Velma's chest from behind while he sucked on the skin of her neck, the next thing Miranda saw was Nigel shoving Velma's upper half out the window while he entered her from behind.

He rammed and jammed into Velma repeatedly until he was howling out his climax. Miranda couldn't move. Her feet were frozen to the spot. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Luckily, her bedroom was too dark for them to see her standing there staring at them like a creep. Velma stood up, kissed Nigel, and then she left his chamber.

Nigel grabbed his phone from his night stand then he positioned himself back at the open window. His skin was now glistening wet from sweat plus Miranda couldn’t help but gaze on his penis, which was huge. Nigel’s fingers swiped over his phone, and Miranda bit her bottom lip, enjoying his ripped muscles. A message pinged on her phone. She grabbed her phone from her bed and unlocked it. She read the message.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Did you enjoy the show? 😏

She rushed back to the window and her eyes shot over to see Nigel staring dead at her. "But he can't see me, can he?" she questioned herself. It was inhumanely impossible for him to see through the heavy darkness. Another ping came on her phone. Again, she read the message.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Orange looks good on you.

Miranda's forehead broke out in a sweat. She lifted her head to see Nigel smirking with golden tints in his eyes. She quickly closed her curtains, turned her phone off, and jumped into her bed. She wondered how she would ever face him after tonight.