Chapter 2

Jack, seventeen-years-old

(Continuation)

”I'm not a Little Mouse. Let me go!” Screams the petite she-wolf.

“That’s enough.” My authoritative voice reverberates in the kitchen walls.

When Reese loses his grip on her, I stand before the girl, preventing her from leaving the kitchen. The height difference makes me look down on her. My blue eyes meet her hazel ones, and I can’t put a name to it, but it feels strange, as though I’m supposed to be her protector.

A tingling sensation is running down my back, my hair on the verge of sprouting as my wolf calls forward, and I have to suppress him. I’ve never seen him like this before. The sight of this girl is flustering him. 

They say you feel a tingling sensation in your limbs that spreads like liquid fire when you find your fated mate. It'll be confirmed when I see my mate for the first time.  I have yet experience that odd attraction to the other person. Some shifters have testified their gums itch as their fangs want to protrude to mark their mate on the spot and their wolf counterpart want to stake a claim on their fated mate.

At eighteen we can scent our fated mates. Soon I'll be able to meet mine. If that happens right away I will not hesitate to claim her. I'm sorry for this Omega though, she won't be blessed with a fated mate bond. It’s the Moon Goddess’ way of create balance. Instead, Omegas are encourage to choose a partner for life or be helpful to their packs by serving as breeders for ranked wolves. 

Coming back from my reverie, I approached the girl, "What’s your name?" I fan my words close to her ear, eliciting a gasp from her lips. When I didn't see a reaction, I curled my index finger under her chin and made her look at me. "I don’t like repeating myself. I asked you a question."

She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, "Ashley, my name is Ashley Dawson-Perez."

"Ashley." I rolled out her name. I hummed, "You have a lovely name. How old are you, Cupcake?"

"I'll be fifteen in a couple of weeks. And I'm not your cupcake either." She furrowed her brow and stood proudly.

I come closer to her, "I see, Cupcake, that anyone has told before what a bold girl you are?" I whispered close to her face. She starts to walk backward until she hits her back to the island. Just when I think I have my little mouse cornered, she attacks. "Has no one told you what a bunch of morons you all are?" She spoke with her arms crossed and in a defiant stance, which is not very common for an Omega.

“Damn! She is a feisty one, boys.” Simon remarks in amusement. I’ll have to keep him under check. I don’t like how he looks at Ashley like she’s prey.

She turns to gaze at him, "I bet I'm more mature than all of you." She continues talking with renowned confidence. 

My nostrils flared, my cock switched in my pants at her audacity. But she is far too young for me, and I’m almost 18 years old. I have plans for my future, and those do not include getting into trouble for assaulting an innocent girl from the pack I'm visiting.

"I’ll tell you what I do to feisty young girls like you. I’m going to give you a challenge or a question. You decide what it will be. The choice is yours unless, of course, you want me to spank you in front of my friends to teach you a lesson.” A smirk crossed my face from ear to ear, expecting her to accept my offer. At fourteen, young females, especially the Omegas, have fully developed bodies making them look mature for their chronological age. This is because Omegas are favored to carry pups at a young age. It is no surprise that Ashley has nice curves and meat on her bones, unlike other ranked she-wolves with more athletic complexion.

“You don't scare me, asshole. What would my challenge be?”

Oh, I’m going to enjoy this. I laughed. “I will tell you but I know you won't like it." I let a few seconds of suspense settle between us and when her impatience grew, I supplied.  "If you give me a kiss, my friends and I will leave. If you don’t meet the challenge, we will eat this whole tray of fresh cupcakes, and you can’t say anything to anyone; you will tell them that you ate them all by yourself.“

She gasped. Taking advantage of her disbelief. "Be a good girl and kiss me, Cupcake." I closed my eyes and touched my lips, expecting her compleince. But instead, she pressed her hands to my chest and pushed me hard to get me out of the way. I was leaving a trail of tingles where she had put her tiny hands before. 

"What are you waiting for, Little Mouse?" I opened my eyes in time to see her turn around and flee. But before she could escape, I yanked her my the arm and delivered a spanked on her ass. My friends, amused with the interaction, bursted into laughter. I let her go, but her angelic face will hunt me forever.  I wonder is she tastes as deliciously as the vanilla and cinnamon cupcakes on the counter top. I promised myself that one day I would make her pay for not following through with the dare. I gave a choice, right? She doesn’t know it yet but is now in debt with me.

Soon after, the boys and I pounced on the tray of cupcakes. Little did we cared she had threatened us if we ate those. I did not felt remorse we broke into the kitchen and made her flee. We are not bad guys but we like to joke around.

I made the boys scrub everything and leave the kitchen clean. I noticed the oven buzzed, so I took out a second tray of cupcakes and put it on the counter. I caught the boys looking at me, “What the fuck, man. Does that was necessary?”

“Mother made sure to instill manners. Unlike yours.”

We all laughed and left the kitchen. Soon, night came with unpleasant news of Atticus disappearing. The Alpha ensembled a search party, but when the men were stripped from their clothes to transform into wolf forms, Luna Minerva's shriek alerted us to her son’s reaperance.