The tension in the car is so noticeable that a shift in position will get the attention of its passengers. The two elites—Roy whom I have gotten to know as the Gamma and the other, whom I assume to be the Beta—occupy the front seats.
"Shall I drive, Alpha?" Roy doesn't look our way when he asks. He looks straight ahead, unblinking.
Alpha Josh sits with his hands between his slightly parted legs, occasionally tapping his hands on his thighs, usually a slow movement that lasts for a few seconds before he brings back his hands to the rim of his sharp jaws. He is effortlessly beautiful. His muscles strain against his shirt, exposing veiny flesh which will live you breathless. I cower more into the window than anywhere, we sit like each of us doesn't want to be in the company of the other. It is very appreciable because we had an intimate conversation few minutes prior.
His touch lingers setting my skin on fire. My heart races like a marathon racer, I ache for more and that's scary. A hand book should be issued to every teenager on what really feels like meeting and being in the company of your mate.
"No," his voice is so soft I hardly grasp it. Roy shakes his head vigorously. Our gaze intercede through the mirror, sharp and challenging. Like he can't stand my existence.
"But—" Roy doesn't back down. He faces sideways, head towards the backseat. I lower my eyes, afraid his gaze will burn.
"Jack," Alpha josh addresses his Beta. The tall Spanish-looking man with the lazy-glare shifts his attention from the mood-board where he is cross-checking some papers. I have no idea what they are. Perhaps, it's an elite thing.
"Yes, sir." When he speaks, his Adam's apple bobs up, gaining your attention. He has a raspy voice, not as deep as Alpha Josh's but still outstanding.
"Get the head chef to sign the contract," he authorises. Omegas are treated as goods, an easy-deal in transaction. Once a person becomes an Omega a document is used stating the reasons and the Alpha's consent stated underneath the thick folded document. Our pack, Leading Moon, is no exception. Likewise, once a wolf gets a mate, it gets registered into the system.
"Yes, sir." Jack scrambles out of the car, hitting his leg in the process. He limps until he is out of sight. I grin a little at his cuteness, he doesn't have a rough edge to him, unlike Roy.
"What's so funny?" I'm taken aback when he places his hands on either side of me, caging me in. He moves so slow I have no time to register when he brushes a finger over my lips. Roy clears his throat but he doesn't retrieve. What else should I do? I just found out my mate is an Alpha, I get trapped in the same car with his Gamma who apparently hates my gut. Don't forget the fact that my best friend is mad at me.
"Nothing." I avert his eyes. I can get lost in those forest-ones that seem to suck me in whenever they glance my way.
"It's not nothing, Zara. You've been ogling my Beta. What is it about him that turns you on?" he inserts a finger into my lips, swirling it on my tongue. My back is strained against the door, he doesn't let go when I whimper. He has a distance glare, his eyes are a deeper shade of black and I realise that his wolf took control. My wolf is enthusiastic, she licks her paws, and hurls gently. Yearning for more.
"Is he handsome? do you wish you could be with him instead of me? Answer me, Zara," he yells when he utters my name. He tugs his finger harshly when he takes it out of my mouth. The dripping saliva is so sexy I could look at it all day. He brings it to his lips, sucking it gently while his eyes take my shivering form in.
"Roy." I frantically look at the driver's side, watching out for the Gamma. There's no one there, the door is a jar.
"He excused himself a while ago." He shifts to his side, brushing his finger against his trouser like its nothing. I move a few strands away from my mouth, and sit upright. I keep a hand over my chest, controlling my racing heart.
This isn't okay. I'm giddy within, unable to stay put like a horny teenager. When I look out of the window, I spot Roy across the road, leaning against a mango tree.
"Dad," he says when he picks up his ringing phone. Alpha Josh's stern face is nothing compared to what he looks at this moment—vulnerable and scared. A thin layer of sweat slides over his face in slow motion, cascading into the collar of his Tee.
"So he has told you." He looks over my head and to the laidback Roy. By his reaction, you can decipher that whatever relationship he has with his dad, it's anything but pleasant.
He turns to me. "We are meeting my dad, Zara."
When he utters my name, it's not with the mundane care or cockiness. Rather, he rushes it out as if he despises it.