Chapter 2

Jack

"I'm not a little mouse. Let me go!” Screams the petite she-wolf.

“That’s enough.” My authoritative voice reverberates in the kitchen walls making everyone flinch and flee leaving us with the little Omega alone.

When Reese loses his grip on her, I stand before the girl, preventing her from leaving the kitchen. The height difference makes me look down on her. My blue eyes meet her hazel ones, and I can’t put a name to it, but it feels strange, as though I’m supposed to be her protector.

A tingling sensation is running down my spine, my hair on the verge of sprouting as my wolf calls forward, and I have to suppress him. I’ve never seen him like this before. The sight of this girl is flustering him. It's the first time he reacts like this. We often are in sync when we approach a girl we want, and believe me, I've had plenty of experience to know that Omega is not his type of conquest, yet she is causing him to pace in my head.

It is confirmed that when you see your fated mate for the first time, you feel a tingling sensation in your limbs that spreads like liquid fire through your body. Some shifters have testified their gums itch as their fangs want to protrude to mark their mate on the spot wanting to stake a claim.  But this girl can’t be my fated mate, she is an Omega.  She won’t be blessed with a fated mate's bond. It’s the Moon Goddess’ way of creating balance.  Omegas are encouraged to choose a partner for life or be helpful to their packs by serving as breeders for ranked wolves.  

I wish for Selene, the moon goddess, to change this. As I see it, all werewolves are deserving of a true fated mate bond. 

I approached the girl, "What’s your name?" I fan my words close to her ear, eliciting a gasp from her lips. When I didn't see a reaction, I curled my index finger under her chin and made her look at me. "I don’t like repeating myself, Omega, I asked you a question."

She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, "Ashley, my name is Ashley Monroe."

"Ashley." her name rolled out in my tongue and hummed, "You have a lovely name. How old are you, Cupcake?"

"I'll be fifteen in a couple of weeks. And I'm not your cupcake either." she swats my hand away and furrows a brow, changing her demeanor from a meek Omega to boldly standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

I smirked and came closer to her, "Has anyone told you Omegas should be meek and obedient, little girl you are." I whispered close to her face, and she creates distances between us walking backward until she hits her back to the island. Just when I think I have my little mouse cornered, she responds, "And has anyone told you what a bunch of morons you all are?" She spoke with her arms crossed, maintaining a defiant stance, which is not very common for an Omega.

“Damn! She is a feisty one, boys.” Simon remarks in amusement.  I give a stern look; I’ll have to keep him under check. I don’t like how his eyes roam Ashley like she’s prey.

To my surprise, the little Omega fires back at him, "I bet I'm more mature than all of you." She keeps talking with renowned confidence. 

My nostrils flared; my cock switched in my pants at her audacity. "I’ll tell you what I do to feisty young girls like you. Truth or dare. You decide what it will be. The choice is yours unless, of course, you want me to spank you in front of my friends to teach you a lesson.” A smiled deviously from ear to ear, eager to see if she accepted my offer.

“You don't scare me, asshole. What would my challenge be?”

Oh, I’m going to enjoy this. I laughed. “I will tell you."

"But I know you won't like it." Simon interjects.

I give a stern look at my friend and let seconds of suspense settle between us. When her impatience grew, I supplied.  "If you give me a kiss, my friends and I will leave. If you don’t meet the challenge, we will eat this whole tray of fresh cupcakes, and you can’t say anything to anyone; you will tell them that you ate them all by yourself."

She gasped in disbelief.

"Be a good girl and kiss me, cupcake." I closed my eyes and touched my lips, expecting her compliance. But instead, she pressed her hands to my chest and pushed me hard to get me out of the way. I was leaving a trail of tingles where she had put her tiny hands before. 

"What are you waiting for?" I opened my eyes in time to see her turn around and flee. But before she could escape, I yanked her arm and delivered a spanking on her ass. My friends, amused with the interaction, burst into laughter. I let her go, but her angelic face will haunt me forever. 

I wonder if she tastes as delicious as the peach cupcakes on the countertop. I promised myself that one day I would make her pay for not following through with the dare. I gave a choice, right? She doesn’t know it yet but is now in debt with me.

Soon after, the boys and I pounced on the tray of cupcakes. Little did we care she had threatened us if we ate those. I did not feel remorse. We broke into the kitchen and made her flee. We are not bad guys, but we like to joke around.

I scrubbed everything and left the kitchen clean. I noticed the oven buzzed, so I took out a second tray of cupcakes and put it on the counter. I caught the boys looking at me, “What the fuck, man. Is that necessary?”

“Mother made sure to instill manners. Unlike yours.”

Soon, night came with unpleasant news of Atticus disappearing. The Alpha ensembled a search party, but when the men were stripped from their clothes to transform into wolf form, Luna Minerva's shriek alerted us to her son’s reappearance.