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 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.”MIRANDA'S POVI HATE NIGEL VANDERWOLF. “I hate him! I hate him! I. Freaking. Hate. Him!" I shrieked in frustration. There was no time for me to make it back home so I could change into some dry clothes. I had a calculus test that I could not be late for. I needed to maintain my 4.4 GPA. I suppose I just had to show up at school looking like a scrawny wet cat. I was drenched from head to toe, even my book bag was wet and my boots made squishy sounds whenever I made a step. I told myself that no one would notice me, but who was I kidding? As soon as I stepped on the campus ground all eyes were on me.“Did she fucking swim here?” An emo girl muttered to her friend. They chortled, generating more indecent remarks about me. I felt ashamed and ridiculous. At least at my last school, I was usually invisible. Here, I was like a zoo animal on display. “Who dressed her, her grandma?” A muscular fellow with jetblack hair laughed. “Go back to the 1950s, nerd.” I held my head down when he said tha
NIGEL'S POVVelma kept kissing on my neck while we walked to the library where detention was being held. I was so pissed that I had to spend my evening with that annoying princess. Father would not like me being late for yet another sparring session.“Velma, quit it,” I nudged her off. My skin was all clammy and sticky from her saliva. I used the back of my palm to dry my neck. “Remember the Wolfout Ball is in three and a half months and I want to make sure we coordinate. I was thinking you can do a black and white tux — you know, like a James Bond kinda vibes and I could wear a black dress with a plunging neckline.”“Sounds good.”“But don't overdo it. I don't want you to take away the attention from me,” she giggled. “See you when you get home.”********I strolled into the library, where Mrs. King was bent over a desk, scribbling away in a notebook. The virgin girl was resting against the wall in front of our History teacher. She looked like a lost puppy in that baggy red sweater a
THIRD PERSON POVIt 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
MIRANDA'S POVThe sound of my alarm crowed like an early morning rooster. I should have got rid of this ugly clock a long time ago, but It was a gift from my best friend, Clarke. She had a wild sense of humour, plus she had a very peculiar obsession with chickens. I reached my hand out, smacking the clock to get it to turn off. Soon, the silence was deafening. I twisted out of bed with the blankets knotted around my body, causing me to stumble on the floor. In frustration, I untangled the sheets from my limbs and threw them on the bed. I woke up early today so I could get ready for my class field trip. Mrs. King was taking us to the Cresttooth Bridge, which was said to be one of the oldest pieces of landmark in the town.A gentle knock came on my door, then it pushed open. The well-groomed bob hairstyle of my mother appeared into view, followed by her tight smile. "Good, you're up," she greeted. "Just wanted to let you know breakfast will be ready shortly, so hurry and get dressed and
NIGEL'S POVThe girl's screams could be heard from outta space. Her wails vibrated off the trees above, disturbing the blackbirds from their nests. The winged creatures flew off in scores, squawking and flapping their wings as they drifted across the sky. My wolf was agitated, on the defence. My eyes were widened in unsurity as my heart raced away behind my rib cage. "Oh no, Shelly-Ann," Mrs. King muttered. Of course, her name had to be Shelly-Ann. The stubborn human girl who preferred to pee out in the middle of nowhere instead of in the safety of the bus. It wasn't clear to me why humans found it such a big deal to go in front of others. It was a natural thing. I barely got a chance to blink before Prissy Pants shoved me out of the way, catching me off guard, then running off in the direction of the screams. "Miranda! Where are you —" I fumed. It was no use. The stupid girl galloped away, ignoring my words.The girl screamed again. This time, Mrs. King clutched the necklace with th
MIRANDA'S POVLazarus kissed both my palms before he escorted me to the bus. He was an excellent mechanic. He had all the tools one would need for a vehicular emergency. With the help of some of the other guys, they got the bus out of the mud easily. The masculinity and testosterone were strong in the air. “So, Miranda, can I see you again?” Lazarus proposed.“Hurry, we gotta go.” I heard Nigel scream from his seat.“Yes, you can stop by to visit me anytime you want.”“Is that an invitation inside your home?” He sought, wiggling his eyebrows, being silly.“How about you come over for dinner sometime? Here’s my address,” I wrote it on his palm with my pen. “My mother is a superb cook.”“OK, it's a date then.”I blushed. This guy was one of the hottest guys I'd ever met, and he was interested in me. “Umm, do you have a cellphone? I could give you my number.”“No, I don't. Phones aren't relevant in these parts,” he chuckled. “But there’s a pay phone nearby. I will use it to call you some
THIRD-PERSON POVIn synchrony, their lips moved against each other, tasting and teasing, rattling the horny teenage hormones within them. Miranda's heart was beating so ferociously she could only take little sips of breath. Nigel's hands locked tighter around her waist, drawing her in closer to his body, while he pressed himself into her. The kiss surprised him and yet felt as familiar as if they'd kissed a thousand times before. Reason filtered through his mind gradually, but when it made itself known, he remembered he shouldn't be doing this. Miranda was human, and he was a werewolf. Affairs like this were forbidden, but why couldn't he stop kissing her? He pondered."You have to stop," Taurus indicated. Something in his wolf changed too as soon as Miranda's mouth touched Nigel's. "This is wrong.""Then why does it feel so right?" Nigel argued back through the link. Miranda’s tiny frame fit perfectly in his arms and the electricity produced from their clothes rubbing together cause
MIRANDA'S POV"Absolutely not! I don't even know if you can drive!" Nigel roared, and then he laughed like he was at a comedy show."Of course I can. What makes you think I can't drive?" I was annoyed at Nigel, plus angry with my parents for having me begging for rides like a dog. I was more than capable of driving myself around, but my mother just had to study the statistics of crashes involving teenage drivers. Apparently, the death rate was high and that freaked her out."You ever heard of a virgin who can drive? I don't think so." He opened the passenger door for me. "Get in. I'm hungry and today is steak night." I gagged. I found people who ate animals disgusting. "Why that face, Prissy Pants?""I'm a vegetarian,” I deadpanned. "Damn! No wonder you're miserable; you don't have a car, you don't eat meat and you're a virgin. Shit! Your life's so sad," he mocked. "Just go Nigel,” I rolled my eyes. "OK. You're so bossy. I think from now on I'm gonna call you Miss Bossy Pants."The