chapter 6: "Hold it calm,Carl"

Chapter 6: Jayden

The doorbell rang incessantly.

"Expecting another bitch?" Paul asked, infuriated, pulling off his headset and dropping the remote.

"Send the bitch away. I have to beat you four more points down." I said. We were playing a PES game on television.

"Fuck."

Yooh.

My eyes widened. Before Paul could even push the door wide open, he got kicked in the stomach that sent him flying through the air and crashing into our center table.

Which Alpha woke from hibernation? My heart dropped for a second. Then those sea-blue eyes met mine, and a smirk touched my lips. She was visibly vibrating, her fists clenched, her eyes bloodshot, her hair rough, like she survived some tsunami.

"Okay, Charlie. You violated a rule. I could make you pay."

"Make me pay?" Before I could calculate that, she flipped me by the collar and pinned me to the wall. My eyes flew wide open. I wasn't scared not for a rare Alpha. But an Omega?

"You truly are a girl?" Well, she was a girl, but I had to ask. Such bravery for the weakest of our kind.

"I could prove that."

"Ouch… shit, no. That's you fucking crossing the line." I cursed with hard, bitter groans. She had kicked my balls with her knee. I felt those hot, dangling pains.

Well, I flipped her into my position in a second and held her hands above her head. For an Omega, she had some good striking height,I clicked my lip.

"What?" She breathed, her tone ragged. I knew she was forcing confidence that had already died. I closed the space between us more, raised her chin with my fingers, watching her eyes dilate like she knew I was terror. I raised her left thigh, and she gasped, intertwined with mine.

"You brought yourself to me. Should I devour you?" I asked seductively, pressing down to her collarbone. My fingers trailed on her milky, clean skin. Carl growled in illicit desire for her.

"Jayden, I came to get your time and location for the race. Because I am fucking ready for it!" she said.

I pushed her off so that she crashed into the dressing table.

"You want to keep that weak Omega in the team? You simply want to die." I sneered, knowing the only reason she was taking this foolish step was for Greg.

"I'd rather die than let a slutty Alpha like you win." She replied boldly, straightening her shirt and looking me in the eye.

"What brought the bitchy bitch here, huh?"

Agatha had just come out of the kitchen with glasses of juice I had asked her to serve I and Paul, She obviously hadn't heard about the fight.

"Speak!" Charlie yelled at me.

But Agatha got in between us. "Charlie, this is you becoming too cheap. For a girl who plays hard to get with boys at school but secretly runs to the hockey king."

I watched Charlie's face. She was really looking for words for Agatha and just found one, with that smirk on her cute pink lips.

"For an Alpha girl who got rejected by an Omega, there's no word to classify you yet in any textbook."

Then those blue eyes of hers landed on me again, teeth gritted and firm.

"Tonight. The Craven Angle. See you soon." I said.

She threw a middle finger in the air and bashed out. Paul finally crouched himself from the ground to the couch. He certainly had some internal bleeding from that push,with that I had to rush him to the hospital.

"Master Jayden, you can get these drugs at the pharmacy, and your friend will be discharged by tomorrow." The doctor tending to Paul's bleeding said.

I lifted my eyes and caught sight of Charlie. Hair loose. Simple shirt and denim baggy jeans. She brought a fruit basket into a hospital ward.

Look who's got a patient.

Carl was far more interested in meeting up with her. So when Agatha rushed in, such a relief I sighed, gave her the prescription, and rushed to see who was there.

"How are you feeling now, Aunt?" Charlie asked softly. First time hearing her voice so calm. She was hugging an older woman with white hair who looked critically ill on the bed. Then Greg came in from the other room and hugged Charlie tightly from behind.

That shouldn't have gotten to me. But it did. In the wrongest kind of way ever. He squeezed her palm like they were lovers in a movie.

Must be his mum. Carl said. He wasn't wrong about that.

"Stupid college love affairs." Carl sneered.

My fist tightened.

"I have to beat Charlie to that race tonight!" I spat and angrily left.

Getting geared for the race in few minutes, Agatha the ever clinging pest was around, creating a name for herself as the girl entangled with Jayden,I could manage that, after all I get my opportunity to shield my identity as gay without suspicious eyes closing on me.

"Another shot before you leave." Agatha insisted, placing her camera on me.

"Another biking race with a naughty sore loser. Guess who… Charlie."

"That's enough for one night." I said, putting on my red gloves, straightening my jacket with a final stare at my outstanding looks.

Why hasn't that Omega tried selling my jacket already? The thought crossed my mind. Deep down, I just wished he would do that quick. Then maybe this Charlie's mad eyes would stop living rent-free in my head.

"It's time." Agatha giggled.

I took my helmet and arrived at the tunnel. I just wished Charlie would cancel. The weather had gotten fucking cold, and for a girl, I could just imagine.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long?"

She came. Voice loud and damning audacious, like she owned the moment.

"This is like a dead mission. The forecast says there might be rain soon."

Well, I tried to reason that with Charlie, who parted a smile.

"That's sounding off coming from an Alpha."

Too bold for your good. I hissed in my head.

We got settled on our bikes, fixing our helmets. We both spared each other a hard stare. A thirty-kilometer ride to and from the bridge under construction, with both ends open. I got the warning sign for the race.

"Three, two, one and let's get a champion."

I matched my pedals hard enough that they roared loudly in reverse. We hit the asphalt. Dark streets with no lights on. Charlie led, to my surprise, and in a few minutes, the rain downpour began. Lightning struck with thunder. The road wasn't safe. The weather wasn't either. But she wanted a competition and must get it.

I matched my pedals harder. Greg's face appeared before me. I wanted that boy completely out of the team and Charlie's ego bruised.

I couldn't continue easily. Wheels got mud stuck in them. Riding became difficult—not for Charlie, I guess. She was fighting the mud a great deal and got out of it while I was still behind. An inch close to the finish line, Charlie's tires got bumped. They screeched. She tried to save herself and jumped off the bike. She was brave to do that, rolling endlessly toward the open axis of the road.

I gasped. One more roll and she would be falling into an under-construction ditch.

Charlie. My wolf shivered within me. Carl never feared for anything, but it did. She would obviously die if—

Arghh. She groaned on her side painfully, hands spread out.

"Charlie!"

That was Greg. He had just arrived at the scene. He rushed to her side and tried lifting her, then paused.

A lightning struck, and my eyes flew wide open.

Blood?

Charlie was bleeding. Wait!

I rushed over to him. Charlie in his arms, her eyes slowly giving away.

"Hey, you brave, okay? Don't shut your eyes."

Her expression was fear. Nothing but fear. Like she didn't want something to be known.

"Let's fucking get her to the hospital!" Greg yelled.

I took her out of his arms and onto my bike.

"Try to hold me and stay around, please." I said, shaky. For the first time, I was scared of something. I couldn't name my fear. Was it her? Father hearing of this? Another school negative review? This was my last chance at a medical school, after ripping an Alpha into two and leaving a Beta professor in the asylum,no one else would take me.

Carl was furious. He tried shifting in the hospital, and I had to plead with him.

"Hold it calm, Carl."

I couldn't tell why, but the accident—I hated myself for pulling her into a competition. Seeing some nurses rushing into her ward with blood bags, my fist landed on the wall.

"Who the heck was the engineer? Who leaves harmful tools lying around?"

Greg had found a wood plank buried with tiny nails that had pierced into Charlie's side and the blood was spreading fast.

I need to have a word with that engineer! I sneered.