Hurdle Practice

June's Perspective

After leaving the boutique, I head back across campus to finish my afternoon classes. My mind is still spinning from the strange encounters of the day, but I force myself to focus. Once lectures are done, I’ll grab a quick dinner, bury myself in my homework and studying, and then finally text Jason to apologize for making things so awkward in chemistry.

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Fenris's Perspective

Sitting in the campus dining hall for a quick lunch, I pull out my phone to check Leila's messages one last time before opening a private, synchronized mind-link with Silas and Valerius.

'Hey, Silas. Since the girl is in your lab, pull up the roster and find out her last name. Report back to Valerius and me,' I command lightly. 'Val, once we have her name, I need you to run a full background check on her. Also, track down your sister and ask her why she specifically called this girl an "Omega nerd" earlier today.'

'Got it, boss,' they both reply through the link. It’s a casual acknowledgment, but underneath it, I can feel the solid, unwavering loyalty of my best friends and future command team.

Satisfied, I push a quick mind-link to my father, updating him on the fact that we have a visual on the girl and are actively looking into her identity. I feel a wave of paternal approval wash back through the bond; he's pleased with my tactical approach.

I finish my meal and get back to my schedule. I have an Economics class to sit through, and once that's out of the way, I make my way straight to the university athletic center for track practice.

I’m a decathlete, which means my training schedule is brutal, covering a massive variety of events. Like all the werewolves I know, I am stronger, faster, and infinitely more agile than pretty much any human on this campus. Having a pure Alpha bloodline only makes that physical disparity more pronounced. Because of our physical advantages, and our volatile tempers, pack rules strictly forbid us from participating in human contact sports.

We also heavily avoid team sports, and even things like tennis are off-limits unless we are competing exclusively against other werewolves. It’s inherently dangerous; when a ball of any sort is involved, the predatory, canine need to chase it can be entirely overpowering, especially in a highly competitive environment. Instead, we stick to individual performance sports where we can temper our wolves and strictly control our output. Track and field, swimming, diving, competitive cheerleading, gymnastics, and rock climbing are the only ways we can compete without risking injury to humans, or exposing our secret.

Today, Silas joins me on the outdoor track for high hurdle practice. As we run through our warm-up drills, my eyes drift over to the stadium turf. Bella and the rest of the varsity cheerleading squad are running routines. She’s a flyer. Watching her get tossed into the air, I chuckle to myself, wondering if she actually followed my orders to the letter. If she isn't wearing anything under that tiny skirt, the male cheerleaders basing her are in for one hell of a show every time they look up.

"Why are you chuckling to yourself like a psychopath?" Silas asks, stretching out his hamstrings.

"Just wondering if Bella is going completely commando for practice like I told her to," I reply, a wicked smirk crossing my face.

Silas rolls his eyes. "I'm sure her bases wouldn't mind. Although, I can't imagine her flying without something on. If she flashes the whole field, it won't just be her bases getting a show."

"Nah, she's locked up tight down there. A plug and a chastity belt, and I've got the only key," I say, stretching my arms over my head. I shoot him a sidelong glance. "You know, you didn't have to just wait outside the showers this morning. You should have just walked in and shoved your cock down her throat. It would have shut her up. She really pissed me off using my given name."

Silas pauses his stretching, giving me a deeply incredulous look. "Dude. Three questions. One: Would she even be okay with that? Two: What's wrong with her moaning your name? And three: I didn't take you for one to share, Mr. Big Bad Future Alpha."

I laugh heartily, giving Silas a playful shove that would have sent a human flying across the track.

"Belladonna is my submissive slave. She likes it rough, she’s definitely got a masochistic streak, and as such, she's strictly only allowed to call me 'Alpha'. That slip-up this morning pissed me off because she knows the rules. And as for sharing... you're my future Beta. What is mine is yours. Except for my future Luna, obviously. Plus, she knows better than to allow anyone else's dick in her ass but mine."

Silas hums pensively, looking out toward the turf. "So this is why she could never be your Gamma, despite being naturally more dominant than Valerius?"

I nod. "Yeah. She took herself out of the running years ago. When I was 15, she 'accidentally' walked into my bedroom while I was jacking off. Instead of leaving, she got right on her knees, opened her mouth, and begged to suck me off. So, I let her."

Silas does a double-take. "Hold up. She was 13 when she first blew you?"

"Yeah," I respond casually. "I had overheard her bragging to her friends that she'd made out with me, which was a lie. So, the next time she was over at the house, I left my door cracked open and made sure I was loudly taking care of myself right as she walked by. It was a test of her discipline. She failed instantly."

"Have you two been fucking this entire time?" Silas asks, genuinely surprised. "Even when she had that boyfriend when we started college?"

"Yep. Her boyfriend was completely vanilla. He only had vaginal sex with her, and she complained to me that I was at least twice his size and he couldn't make her finish. So, whenever she didn't cum with him, or whenever I just felt like calling her over, I'd fuck her mouth and her ass."

I turn my attention back to the turf just in time to see Bella get launched into a full basket toss. As she hits the apex of her jump, her skirt flips up.

My vision flashes crimson. She has thick bloomers on under her skirt.

She disobeyed, Damian snarls in my head, his bloodlust instantly spiking.

We are going to make her pay for this. My mind races, quickly formulating a punishment, and a dark realization dawns on me. I turn back to Silas.

"You down to fuck that slut with me later?" I ask, my voice dropping into a lethal, Alpha timber.

"She disobeyed me. She covered up her chastity belt with bloomers. She has to be fucking at least one of her bases, and she's hiding the hardware from him. I want to see how he reacts knowing he isn't the only one in her rotation, but first, I need to break her down and figure out exactly who it is."

Silas takes a minute to think about it, his eyes drifting back to Bella's perfect, athletic landing on the turf. A slow, dark smile spreads across his face.

"I mean... she does have a smoking body," Silas says. "I'm down."

"Great. When we're done with practice, I'll have her meet me in the equipment shed. I'll leave the door unlocked. I'll mind-link you when it's time to come in and keep her from making any noise."