Chapter Two

Axton Walker

"You did amazing, babe!" Cassie smiles, throwing her arms around my neck. She presses her chest to mine, smacking a kiss to my cheek.

"Thanks" I smirk, my arm sliding around her waist. Pushing down the nausea, I kiss her temple. "You looked hot out there" lies lies lies.

"So did you" she wiggles her brows, pulling away from me. Cassandra has been my best friend all my life. Things shifted for us sophomore year, and we started dating. We were told our connection is because we're gonna be mates.

But we're not. I can't tell anyone, but I know the truth. I think Cas does too.

Her blue eyes flick between mine, her face falling. "Babe, it's fine. You killed it, if he's not proud it's because he expects too much" she lowers her voice, linking our fingers.

My dad's gonna lose his shit, once we're home alone. He thinks I do terrible no matter what. He throws punches around, and then sends me to my room. Sometimes i don't even get fucking food because of it. Cas knows all this, so she always brings me big breakfasts.

I don't think she's in love with me, but she loves me.

"Thanks sweets" I kissed her temple again, squeezing her hand. "You did look good up there" I used my free hand to twirl her blonde hair around my finger. It's not the strawberry blonde I want to touch, but it's close.

My big secret.

I tug the strand slightly, and she smiles. She goes to her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss to my lips. Nausea churns my stomach, but I kiss back, my hand slipping to the nape of her neck to hold her in place.

She pulls away shortly after, and we say our goodbyes.

I head to the locker room, to take a quick shower. We won our game, 28-14. I shower, keep my head down and get dressed. Jake shoves my shoulder, in that weird bro thing we do. I glance at him, pushing a smirk to my face. "Hey man" I say, slipping on my letterman.

"Hey, are you going to Cas's tonight?" Jake wiggles his brows, and I force my laugh out.

"Nah man, I gotta get home. She's gonna go home and study, anyways"

Jake's brows crease slightly, and he leans in, although most of the guys on the team can hear anyway. Werewolves and all. "You guys still fuckin?"

"Obviously" I force confusion on my face. "Why wouldn't we be?"

Jake's jaw clenches slightly and he nods. "We got a game Saturday, are you coming to the party after?"

"Course '' I grab my duffle bag, sliding it on. "I really gotta go through. Dad's waiting '' I smirk, and make my way out quickly.

I toss my duffle in my back seat, and slip into my sedan. The drive home is short, and nerves are building up inside me quickly.

I fumbled the ball twice, and I know what's gonna happen. I took a punch from fuckong Oakley, but he has nothing on dad's right hook. I pull into our driveway. Being the brother of the alpha means we have very nice things.

Our house is one of the biggest, and nicest. I slip out, grabbing my bag and making my way inside. I slip my shoes off, and head down the hall to the kitchen to get a drink. I set my bag on the counter, chugging a bottle of water.

"Axton" dad's deep voice booms from the hall. He comes in, his hands in his pockets and his dark gaze on me.

"Yeah?" I clear my throat, forcing my face to stay neutral.

"Don't 'yeah' me. What the fuck was that?" he crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head as he starts to pace slowly. "You almost cost the game. You know this is important to me" he shakes his head.

Dad thinks sports are everything. He was a jock in highschool, and says he can thank his good eye and body because of the sports. He played them all, while I just stuck to football. It helps get my anxious energy out, and makes it so I can sleep at night. That's why I started.

But then dad got involved, and turned his outlet to something I resent. He says he is just trying to toughen me up, but I think there's another reason.

He knows my secret. I can see it in the way he looks at me. It's why he's pushed me to Cas so hard.

I'm too lost in my head, that when the first punch hits me it knocks me off balance. Then another, and I cover my head. He kicks me down, physically and mentally. He gives me a beating, to be better. Or to beat the..

I take it all. I sit there, and block the best I can. But I take every punch and kick. And when it's all done, I go to bed more sore than ever.

—

"Saw Oakley with Ford today" John says, crossing his arms. "Ford's been hanging around him a lot"

"Maybe we need to remind him that Oakley is bad company" Adam says, i just nod. Crossing my arms over my chest. I lean into the locker beside Adam's. Waiting for him to get his books.

We don't like Oakley, but for different reasons. Oakley can be himself, with his two moms and perfect life. They don't like Oakley because he's annoying and fights back. Maybe because he's gay too, I'm not sure.

"You want to fight Ford?" John asks, running his hands through his hair.

"Maybe just throw him around a little. I think he was defending him the other day" Adam says, and my heart starts pounding when i see the strawberry hair. It's got like a reddish pink tint to his blonde. His eyes remind me of a storm. He's so chaotic.

He makes his way through the hall with Giana attached to his side. I watch, as he pushes his way through. He's small, real skinny and short. His stomach isn't flat, he has a soft pillow of skin there, but he's still so fucking small.

It's addicting. He's addicted. He smells like flowers. Like lavender. It's not the same scent as Cas, she smells like flowers too but it's too strong. Oakley's is so subtle.

He's slightly bigger than Cas, but still so small. You'd think he was a runt.

That's another one of my secrets.

I'm addicted to Oakley Carson.

"Speaking of that idiot," Adam murmurs, catching onto where I'm staring. I wonder if his hair smells like flowers.

"You good, man?" John asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I grunt, nodding. My body is so sore from our game, and my beating.

"Tired. Long night "I push off the locker, and start my way to first period.

By the time the second period comes, Mrs. Lowey has us going in new assigned seats for a project. We have to pick numbers out of a container, and sit with our numbers. I pull a 5, and go to the table marked 5. I keep an eye on where Jake goes, hoping he's my partner. But he sits in the back, with Cas.

Lavender hits me hard, and Oakley is slumping in the seat next to me. He won't look at me, and I know why.

"No fucking way" i grumble, being this close to him isn't safe for me. "Mrs. Lowey-" I try, but she shakes her head.

Mrs. Lowey is in her 30's, and a part of our pack. She's not one of the ones stuck in the past, so she loves Oakley. "Time to grow up and get over it, it's your senior year Axton." she scolds me, and i relax into my seat. Well, I'll force myself to relax anyway.

The whole time she explains the project, Oakley doesn't even glance in my direction. He's facing forward, his knee bouncing as he listens. She has us get started on our project, after telling us it'll be a huge chunk of our overall grade. Of fucking course it will be. Why wouldn't it be?

Oakley starts jotting stuff down in his notebook, refusing to acknowledge me. "Listen, I don't like this either, but we need to work together. I can't fail"

Oakley finally turns to me, his gray eyes glancing at me, holding me. "That's not my problem. Do the project on your own"

"No- that would take so fucking long. You know that. Don't be a dick."

"Says the guy who picks on someone cause they're smaller, and gay" he spits, and i flinch.

"I don't pick on you because you're gay-"

"Save it for someone who cares," he snaps, his eyes narrowing on me.

"Oakley-"

"We can work on it in the library tomorrow after school, '' he says, and when the bell rings, he's up and out of the classroom before I can fight him.

—-

"Ax" Cas moans, under me as my teeth nip at her neck. Her legs are loosely around my waist. We've been fucking humping for 10 minutes, and i've got nothing. I know she's starting to notice. "What's wrong baby?" she pulls back.

"Nothing sweets. Just in my head "I murmur, and her eyes glaze over.

"Is it me..?" her voice is vulnerable.

"No no, just give me a sec. Alright?" I give her one of my lazy smirks. She blushes, and then she's slipping her panties down her legs, leaving her in her skirt and tank top. I go back to kissing her neck.

She has a hint of flowers, as my fingers slip inside her. Flashes of strawberry blonde hair, the smell of lavender. Gray eyes. All of it starts to consume me. I hear Cas moan, pulling me out of my sweats.

My eyes are closed, and I think of how Oakley would feel under me? His small body, his cock jutting against mine? My fingers inside of him.

My dick is surrounded by heat and warmth, and my brain goes somewhere else. Oakley's ass. Impaling him over and over again. I'm vaguely aware of thrusting, and my hand slipping between our hot bodies.

My hand knows what to do, but my brain is pulling me deeper into my fantasy. I wonder how he'd taste. His lips, his tongue. His neck.His cock. His ass. I grunt, my hips thrusting faster.

He's a quiet kid, would he be quiet while i fuck him? He's so sassy though. Would he be sassy with me? God, what if I could sink my teeth into his pulse? Feel his blood seeping into my mouth, his ass squeezing me as I make him cum from marking him.

That thought sends me over, and I'm pulling out. I don't remember putting on a condom, but I guess Cas did it for me. My fantasy fades with my high, and my eyes find my girlfriend smiling up at me. "You're so good at everything you do, yano?" she teases, slipping her panties back on, and going to the bathroom.

I wonder what she'd think if she knew what was going through my mind.