Terrible mate! You're a bully billionaire Alpha!

WestonYesterday I heard a girl in my pack say, “Don’t you dare look Alpha Weston in the eyes. It’s like staring at the sun—you won’t be able to look away. Plus, he’s so incredibly hot that you’d want to take him home.”Well, that will never happen because, as ridiculous as it may sound, I’m saving myself for my mate. Sorry, ladies...Sighing, I stroll inside the university hall with my hands shoved deep inside my pockets. I’m here to listen to the seminar about to begin, my nostrils flaring the second I catch the whiff of an old enemy that used to be a member of my pack: Janice Prowlfeather. She is a short little thing with dark hair and, from what I can see, more meat on her bones now that we are older. She isn’t thin anymore, which awakens something dark and revenge-hungry inside me. When I was younger, before I became the Alpha of the Sumhair pack and started to play professional football, I was obese. My cheeks were round like those belonging to a squirrel, and Janice, the litt

MerynMy chest feels tight as panic overwhelms me, and I start to wheeze. “I... I’m sorry,” I whisper, desperately clawing at Reinar’s hand.“Sorry? Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he snaps, his eyes flying open to reveal his black, pupilless eyes. He looks close to shifting and like he will tear me to shreds.Fear trickles into my veins, and I stop trying to fight Reinar when he lifts me higher into the air, knowing it won’t end well. Janice and Jackson can’t help me. They aren’t strong enough to stand up against their Alpha. I’m on my own and find it harder to breathe as Reinar moves one of his big hands to my throat, curling his fingers around it. “S-stop...” Jackson whispers, shocking me by actually seeming to care about me while my sister is looking away. He wets his lips. “Y-you’re going to kill her...”Reinar, however, doesn’t budge, nor does he appear fazed. I don’t think he cares about my life. His face is twisted in rage, and I shiver when he snarls, “You don’t want to make me mad,

WestonI run across the field, sweaty and thirsty from a tough practice game. A few of my teammates dunk me on the back, and I clap hands with my Beta, Travis. As a linebacker, he is bigger than me, but he is a very friendly guy. Travis grunts as he reaches to slap my shoulder. “That was a heck of a game, man!”“Thanks,” I reply, taking a few steps back. “How’s the back?”“It’s doing alright, but I won’t keep you.” He offers me a mischievous smirk before looking up at Meryn on the bleachers. My fake girlfriend needs a ride home, and I got her covered. The plan is to have my butler driving her home.I flash him an amused grin. “See ya later.”“Later!” He booms before he saunters away.I keep a smile on my face as I approach Meryn. I’m actually surprised by how well things are going. Today has been going better than a hot knife through butter.Meryn is my tutor, and since all of her grades are at the top, I don’t have to worry about being benched for the rest of the year. Not only that

Meryn I open my eyes the next day to the sound of my sister and her boyfriend snickering in the background. My eyes land on bright lights, and I groan. I’m still inside the bathroom and blink multiple times before my sister’s face comes into view. She is brushing her teeth while looking down at me from above. “Why the fuck did you sleep inside the bathroom, you loser?” she asks and opens her mouth, spitting out her toothpaste on me instead of in the sink. “I passed out from losing too much blood after you cut my face and chest,” I say and try to wipe the spit off my face. My sister snorts and looks over her shoulder at Jackson, who is currently peeing further away. “See? I told you she is a weakling. A normal werewolf would have healed from that injury in no time, but not pathetic little Meryn,” she pouts at me and continues speaking in a patronizing voice. “How would you ever survive without me, huh? Without me taking care of you, the vampires would eat you within seconds.” Maybe

Meryn I’m walking out of the campus doors with Janice and Jackson following behind me despite my best wishes. “Your special spaghetti and minced meat sauce would make an excellent dinner,” Janice says, rubbing her stomach as we walk. I haven’t told her I have a date with Weston, mostly because I’m scared he wasn’t serious. He might have just spoken loudly about it to make it seem like we are a couple that spend actual time together. That would make a lot of sense. Sighing, I walk down the stairs, blinking when a sleek, expensive BMW drives up to the curb. Janice’s head shoots up first while Jackson gasps. All around me, members from our pack turn as if drawn an invisible thread. They are all staring at Weston, who gets out of his roofless car to open the passenger door with a smirk. “You ready for our date?” he asks me, and I freeze while people begin to whisper. “Who is that?” I hear some girl from my pack ask. “You don’t know?” her friend whispers, sounding shocked. “Th