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Chapter 6

Lucian

Age 19

There's something different in the air. It's more than just the eagerness that seems to waif off of all the freshman coming into the college. I lean back against my car and casually look around, but I don't see anyone new. But I can feel it. My alpha tensing under my skin, as if preparing for something. The feeling of someone watching me closely. I take a drag from a cigarette and slowly release the smoke into the air as I casually look around.

I don’t know who the fuck thinks they can intimidate me, but I refuse to let them see its working. I haven't had this feeling since that day six years ago when Karas sister called me out for cutting the brake lines to their car before her father drove off.

My brothers leaned against the car with their arms crossed across their chests.

"Do you feel it too?" I ask casually.

Nash nods as Knight answers, "someone is watching us."

I hear the crowd murmur as a Black Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat pulls into the lot. My body hums from the sound of the V8 engine. I cock my head trying to see the driver through the tint. No one we know drives a car like that. The way the engine sounds has my dick stiffening in my uniform.

"Who the fuck is that?" Nash asks subtly, adjusting himself in his pants as well. It's not just me that gets turned on at a hot as hell car.

I shrug and watch as someone we've never seen before exits the vehicle. She has long strawberry blonde hair, her body all curves. Stacked. Her uniform skirt is down to her knees but that doesn't hide that ass. She turns to the side and her breasts are straining the white button down we are forced to wear every day.

But she is more. Her body is what dreams are made of. I can't seem to control myself as I let out a whistle. She may be hot to look at, but my body does nothing at the sight of her. I scent her and am repulsed by the scent surrounding her. Well fuck, I had hoped to have fresh pussy this year, but she wasn’t doing it for me.

I watch as she walks to the passenger side of the car when I notice someone else getting out. The ugliest guy I've ever laid eyes on yet, my cock twitches hard in my pants. What the fuck? Dark auburn hair, glasses that are too big for his face, scrawny as hell. Maybe five foot five if he’s lucky. What the hell was going on? I cock my head and stare as the girl wraps her arm around his and smirks as they walk by my brothers and I. I scent him and my dick and knot start to inflate. Omega…not just an omega. Mine, our omega.

I don't think my body has ever been more confused in my entire life. I have never been attracted to a male until now. Ever. I rub my hand across the top of my forehead as I watch them walk away. What the fuck just happened? I asked myself. There is no possible way. And I look over at my brothers and see that they both had this confused look on their face.

I say out loud. “What the fuck?” They both looked over at me. Shrugging their shoulders.

I grabbed my bag with one hand. And follow behind the new girl whose hand is wrapped around his arm. My eyes, instead of being glued to her short skirt, is glued to his ass. And it's like they are glued. There's no fucking way that I'm staring at this dudes ass. But I am. My other hand, comes up to the back of my neck and I scratch. There's not much to see because the pants are super baggy. But it's like my body is craving for me to know what is underneath his clothes. My teeth aching to bite his neck and claim him for my pack.

I feel rather than see my brothers behind me because there is no fucking way my eyes are leaving them, as we follow them into a school. I feel like a fly caught in a web. Until they go into the dean’s office and close the door behind them. I turn to my brothers. I don't know what just happened or how it happened, but our Mate is here. But we're not talking about this now. We'll talk later. I turn and walk away.

The thoughts swirling in my mind I couldn't get over it. I had never felt this way about a man. Surely to goodness. I wasn't gay. Right? Maybe I was bisexual. I couldn’t understand. I would know it. There isn’t anything wrong with being gay. But I've always been into women. The feel of their vulnerability beneath my hands. The curves. The wetness between their thighs. My cock started rising. Yeah. I was definitely not gay. Maybe I was bisexual, or what? Was it called? Pansexual. Where it's the person. Not their gender. I pushed my hands through my hair. As I enter my first class for the day. Men and women alike waving and hollering out for my attention. Because I was a motherfucking Graven. And they all wanted to be me. Or to fuck me.

There's simply something not right about him. He kept stealing into my thoughts I feel like we're being played. Like there was something I wasn’t seeing. There is no way that I was gay. Everything that I felt from before is now pounding through my body, the foreboding, the fear, then anxiety. There's no way that this feeling, This same feeling I haven't felt for five years until now is suddenly slamming into my body at one look at him. I'm going to have to keep my eye on the two newcomers. I bite my lip and scratch the tip of my nose as I walked down the hallway toward the lunchroom. Nothing good can come from new people. Especially not here, Granville Prep.

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