Chapter 9

It's early in the morning that I get a knock on the door. I know what this means. It's time for breakfast. I have just gotten out of the shower. I miss sleeping in. That isn't allowed her in Vanderbilt Castle though. I guess Walid gets up for his morning hunt and all the Betas have to be up and ready to greet him at the table before he leaves. It's annoying honestly having to cater to this guy.

I walk to the door in my towel and open it. The person I see behind the door is Dakota.

“I'm sorry. I should come back,” Dakota states.

He looks me up and down. His face seems to get a little flushed when he sees me in my towel. A part of me feels great that I'm making him uncomfortable. There were so many times Dakota and I saw each other naked and I was always the one to get nervous. I was always the one to get uncomfortable. I recognized that face. And for some small reason I enjoyed seeing Dakota like this.

Maybe that's why I drop my towel.

“No point. Are you OK?”

“Of course. Come on in,” I state.

I'm butt naked and I walk inside my room. I can see Dakota watching me from the doorway. He doesn't walk into the room. His eyes are staring at me though. Dakota is staring at my ass from the doorway. I can tell. My wolf hearing is strong even in human form. I can see that his breathing pattern has changed slightly as he studies my body carefully.

“Are you OK?” Dakota asks.

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“You seem...different,” Dakota tells me.

I shake my head. I throw my underwear beneath my feet and bend over to step into them and pull them all the way up. I turn quickly to see Dakota still watching me from the doorway. His eyes aren't on my head. They are still on my ass. Dakota starts coughing almost immediately and stares at the ceiling of the room as though attempting not to disrespect me.

“I'm not. Just more confident,” I state.

“As in?”


“As in I'm figuring out my place here,” I state.

Dakota nods hesitantly and grunts a little, “Doubt Walid won you over that quickly.”

Dakota is saying it as though he knows me. I don't like it. I don't like the tone he uses when he says that. It seems a little too confident. He even sneers a little bit and flashes me his pearly white teeth. Dakota crosses his arms. He's so fucking comfortable walking in here and just assuming that he could read me that easily.

“You'd be surprised,” I state.

Dakota chokes a little bit. He loosens the tie on his collar. Ever since he came to this place he has been dressing so uppity. I guess that's just a point of being my guardian and representing for my pack. I don't think he was expecting me to say to say what I say though.

“Is that right?” he asks me.

We make eye contact. I think he wants to say something else. Right now he's being passive aggressive though. It makes me wonder what he really means by his question. If he wants to play these games then I had no problem playing them as well.

“Yeah. That's right. How's Yuma?” I ask him.

It's awkward. Dakota isn't backing down though. His eyes stare at me even though I can tell he feels super awkward with me asking him about my little brother.

“I'm sure Nadia and Nadim are painting his face for breakfast. I came to see you before I went over there.”

I sigh.

“I don't need you,” I state bluntly and relatively harshly before turning and changing up my tone as best as I can, “You can go tend to Yuma.”

“If that's what you want,” Dakota states.

“That's what I want.”

Dakota turns away, “I'll send Nadia and Nadim over here to put make up and get you dressed. Please be quick. Breakfast starts shortly.”


Dakota sounds cold. He sounds like he used to sound when I first met him. A part of me wonders if I pushed him away. Maybe I have. Maybe I want to though. I mean Dakota fucked my little brother. Maybe he gave up on me because he thinks that I have a better shot at winning over Walid then Yuma does. Still. It hurts. I open my mouth about to stop Dakota before he leaves the room but when he stands at the door expecting me to stop him, I don't. I just let Dakota leave out of the door.

The breakfast table is much of the same. Gossip and drama. The first thing I notice is Yuma. Yuma is dressed like me. I wonder if it was Nadia and Nadim's idea. The twins were gone and I'm sure they were trying to find a way for the Pittsburgh pack boys to stand out. It wasn't working...partially because Yuma is wearing way too much makeup. He looks like a goddam Geisha girl or some shit. It was way too much. I don't like it but put on a smile when I see him either way. He looks over at me and rolls his eyes. I'm shocked my little brother is acting that way. I'm even more shocked to see that Ian, Matty and Johan are with my little brother. It's clear that Walid hasn't made the elimination I requested yet by the cocky looks on Ian's face. What annoys me though is that he is having small talk with Yuma. They are gossiping. I have no doubt when I see Yuma laughing at something Ian has stated. I'm pissed. I want to go over there and snatch Yuma up so bad. Ian is bad news and he needs to know that.

I'm actually on my way over there but I'm distracted when I see some other drama Frenchy and Prince are gathered around the exotic looking boy named Adi. Adi is crying furiously.

“What's wrong with him?” I ask Karamo who is waiting for me, with a glass of coffee in his hand.

“Someone cut Adi's hair...in his sleep,” Karamo stated, “Took off his eyebrows too.”

“Jesus...” I respond.

“I know. He's a deep sleeper,” Karamo responds.

I turn at that moment over to Ian, Matty and Johan. I don't trust those three. They don't even seem to care about the boy Adi either. Prince and Frenchy help him out but not him. They all don't seem to give a shit about this. That's when I see Ian's shitty ass face. He is laughing about something. I can't shake the feeling that he has something to do with this. The boy Adi was handsome in his own way. He was exotic and strange looking. Walid gave him a red rose. Maybe that's why Ian was so upset.

I storm across the room.

“Yuma, come sit over here with me,” I state.

“What?” Yuma asks, “I'm comfortable here. I'm not going anywhere.”

I give my little brother a hard look. I'm annoyed. I know we aren't on the best of terms now but Yuma was still my little brother and he still had to listen to me.

“I'm not going to ask you twice,” I tell him.

Ian stares at me, “You're right.”

“Listen Ian, can you please mind your business,” I respond, “I'm talking to my little brother right now...”

Karamo tries to calm me down. He grabs onto my arm, “Yas, let it go.”

“No. Yuma get the fuck away from these people,” I state.

I put a definite emphasis on the word people. I'm not being pushy. I'm being protective. I knew what Ian and his friends were capable of. They were nothing more than thugs with make up on and pretty clothing. There was nothing passive and classy about them. They should have been eliminated a long time ago. They weren't Walid's type. They were bullies. It was clear as day.

“You think you better than us?” Ian asks me, “You ugly little piece of shit. You think you better than ME. Weren't you eliminated?”

I don't answer.

“I heard he sucked off every one of the Vanderbilt pack to get back in Walid's good graces,” Matty tells Ian, “Then they ran a train on him.”

“I heard he's only back so Walid won't look like all he cares about is looks,” Johan adds.

I could care less about what his sidekicks say. They don't get under my skin. It's Ian who gets under my skin. He seems to get really into this shit when Johan and Matty are backing up. He walks up into my face. He's closer than I want him to be. I can smell his breath. It stinks to me. It smells like bacon or whatever had for breakfast. As he talks he damn near screams.

“You're a stray,” he tells me, “Your little brother told me about your pack. He told me how theres only a few of you left. What happened to the rest? You're pack is weak. And just like the members of your pack you were born a stray, you will die a stray and only your fleas will mourn you.”

I snap.

I grab onto Ian's hair and pull him to the ground. I start punching him as hard as I can. I'm whooping his ass and I swear a few of the Betas are clutching their pearls at the breakfast table. Out of no where Matty and Johan jump on me. I'm pulled off of Ian, kicking and screaming. I try my hardest but I can't fight off Matty and Johan. A part of me thinks about changing.

I can feel the red wolf coming out but before I can let it out I realize I'm being restrained! They growl like dogs even though they are still in human form. They pin me to the ground for Ian.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I'm screaming.

“Hold him. I'm going to teach this faggot a lesson,” Ian states, “I”m going to fuck up this face of his...”

The other Betas don't help me...not even Karamo or Yuma. They all watch all too scared of Ian to do anything. He walks over to the table and grabs a knife. Ian makes his way back towards me as the others hold me down.

He presses the edge of the knife at my face.

That's when I hear footsteps from down the hallway. I know the heavy footsteps. I can tell them anywhere. The Vanderbilts are coming.

It's Prince who walks over to us, “If you petty bitches upset Walid, I'll make sure he knows just how stupid you all look. I don't get why any of you are fighting in the first place. It's not like any of you have a chance to win this competition anyway.”

Ian may not be intimidated by me but I think he's intimidated by Prince. Maybe that's why he listens to Prince and gets off of me. His asshole followers let go of me as well. I stand shaking in the middle of the breakfast floor. My mind is going crazy.

I'm so angry even when the Vanderbilts walk into the breakfast room. I notice today that Walid is being escorted by Amina, Timus and Fang. They all of the Vanderbilt Pack and they all seem to have that Vanderbilt look to them. The room gets quiet when they make their way. You would think nothing happened at all.

“Good morning,” Walid states.

He doesn't wait until we answer before he picks up a steak and starts tearing at it. The juices from the raw steak flow down his chin. It always gives me a hard on watching him eat.

The room sings to the Alpha, “Good morning Walid...”

We are way less then we used to be. Walid still barely seems too interested in the amount of attention he's getting. He barely makes small talk in these settings. Walid wasn't really the small talk kind of guy. He finishes his steak and throws the bone to the floor. You would swear he was in some kind of dive bar instead of an expensive castle. He's such a MAN. It's the only way to describe Walid.

I notice Prince, grabbing a napkin to wipe up Walid's mouth. Walid shoos him away. A couple of people snicker for a minute at least until Prince turns back to the table. Almost immediately they all stop snickering. It is very clear everyone is still very much so intimidated by Prince.

Walid looks over at Amina, “Get one of those bitches to get me a beer.”

No mind that it was 8 am in the morning. Amina calls out for one of the guards and screams her dead in her face just like a Vanderbilt will. As Walid waits for his beer he looks around the room. His eyes go from Prince to Yuma and then lands on Adi.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asks Adi.

Adi looks embarrassed. His face blushes red. All of a sudden he breaks out in tears. His hair was beautiful. It wasn't the length of Yuma and mine, but it was pretty. Adi had single french braid last time I saw him that went down the center of his head. It was gone now. Adi's hair was cut and not cut well. It was clear that this much have happened this morning and his guardian wasn't able to get him fixed up in time for breakfast.

“I'm sorry Alpha.”

“You should be,” Walid states, “I'm eliminating several boys after my hunt today. Do you want to be one of them?”

Walid gives Adi a hard look.

Adi shakes his head, “No sir.”

“Then you better go fix yourself up. The last thing I want is a Beta on my arm with some military haircut. You look masculine. So me fucking you would be gay. Do I look gay?”

Adi seems confused. He looks around the table as though trying to look for help on how to answer that question.

“No...you are uh...straight sir,” Adi responds.

“What? No! I'm not straight,” Walid states, “I'm gay. I prefer my boys to be feminine. So I'd assume you should be leaving breakfast early and...fixing that...”

I feel bad for Adi as he gets up off the table. A couple of the other boys snicker under their breath. A couple of them look like they are just plain embarrassed for Adi. I shake my head. That's when I look at Ian wondering what his expression was. He is smiling. Was he the one that set up Adi? Was he the one that cut his hair knowing that Walid hated that?

“I tried to warn him sir,” Prince states shaking his head, “He didn't listen. I think he did it to himself...”

What a bunch of bullshit. Adi didn't do that to himself. That was clear as day...

Luckily Walid can see through Prince's bullshit, “Why don't you go sit over there where Adi was sitting. You're kind of...annoying me today.”

Prince's eyes get wide. I doubt anyone has ever asked gorgeous Prince to move somewhere else. Prince was a showstopper in every state of the word. There was never anyone so handsome as he was anywhere. He was by far the prettiest man I'd ever seen in my life. The fact that Walid was basically telling him to go away seemed to shock him.

“Um sir, um...ok,” Prince states, “Were you talking to me?”

“Is there any other annoying person around here that keeps talking to me?” Walid asks him.

I can't help but laugh. I'm the only one. I just start cracking up. The entire table looks over at me. Prince looks at me. His eyes burn right into me. All of a sudden I'm so self aware when Prince sits heavily in his chair. He looks PISSED. That's not even the word. Prince looks beyond that. He is infuriated. I didn't even mean to provoke him or anything. Just seeing Prince finally humbled is worth his anger.

“The fuck is wrong with this guy?” Amina of the Vanderbilt Pack asks.

The Vanderbilts are looking at me with this weird face.

“Sorry,” I state to the table after calming myself down.

“Don't apologize,” Walid says, “You have such a beautiful laugh. Yaser. Some sit right next to me...”


Walid points at the chair that Prince usually sits in. Prince gets up at that moment. He's outraged. He just gets up and stares at me. Seeing how Prince is reacting seems to actually intimidate me a little bit. There was only one person who trumped Prince however and that was Walid. Walid stares at Prince daring him to say something.

Prince isn't crazy. I can see him dig his nails into the table. His nails actually scratch the fuck out of the table as he manages to calm himself down.

I'm beyond sure that I've just made Prince's shit list.

But I don't care.

“Yes sir,” I tell Walid.

I walk over Prince's old seat right next to Walid. I sit down. Walid looks over at me. He's staring at me the entire time I move. His eyes watch me like a hawk.

“You should laugh more,” Walid tells me, “I can listen to that all day.”

“You can?” I ask.

Walid isn't playing any games. He leans his chair out, grabs at the bottom of my chair and pulls me close to him. The other Betas look beyond mad at that moment. They are all staring at me and Walid. I'm so aware of their stares but Walid doesn't seem to give a fuck.

“My dick got hard listening to you laugh just now,” Walid says, “I don't think that's ever happened before.”

Prince is breathing heavy. Ian chokes on his steak. Yuma rolls his eyes. Matty and Johan stare at one another in complete shock. Even Karamo reacts as though not really liking this sudden public attention Walid is showing me. Walid hasn't shown that kind of attention to anyone save Prince. And honestly all Prince did was get away with touching Walid. This was different. Walid was touching me. Walid pulls my chair into him.

He pulls me closer.

He opens his legs. I can see his crotch. He wasn't joking about me making him hard. Walid continues to pull me even closer.

My chair is in between Walid's legs. He domes over me. He is undressing me with his eyes. I'm so nervous between Walid's legs that I'm shivering. Every several seconds I look down at the huge boner in his pants. It sits on the side of his legs, filling out his jeans. His dick is rock hard. It's so huge. It's like a third fucking leg. I swear it seems to go all the way to his kneecap.

“Is this close enough sir?” I ask him.

“You called me sir,” he says smiling.

Isn't that what he wanted? I nod, “Yes sir. You're in charge. So I call you sir.”

It's struggling for me to be to so passive but Walid's breathing gets deeper when he sees me being like this to him. He looks over at me, “Did you eat?”

“No, I was waiting for you to finish before I started,” I respond, “You're the Alpha...after all...”

A bunch of the other Betas drop their forks. They all of a sudden lose their appetites. It's not like Walid is paying any attention to them anyway though. The one who seems to be spewing from hatred is Prince. He's glaring at me hard. He can't believe this. He's the most handsome guy in the room and Walid is giving me all the attention.

“I like that,” he responds, “We hunted this meat yesterday. Fang took the deer down and I delivered the final blow. You should have seen it.”

“Maybe next time I can go on your hunt with you,” I state but then when I see Walid's expression I quickly add, “Just joking...”

There was no way Walid was going to let his potential Betas on the hunt with him. He treated us like glass. I wonder why. What had happened to Walid to make him so scared of letting his Betas be wolves. We were werewolves after all. That was the point.

Walid laughs, “You're funny. All you have to do is stay in and let me hunt for you. Let daddy bring the meat back for you. Here. Taste it for me. No. No hands. Let me feed you.”

He was catering to me. After all this time of being catered to Walid was catering to me in front of the other wolves. I'm so uncomfortable at that moment. The other wolves just stare at me. They aren't allowed to move.

Walid puts the steak in my mouth. He lets me chew on it and rips off a piece. The juices flow down my mouth at that moment. Walid watches the blood from the meat. I see his dick throbbing in his pants. That's when he leans forward.

He licks the side of my mouth. He licks all the juice off the side of my lips.

“Damn...” is all I can say.

I'm breathing so heavy. Walid is breathing heavy too. Our animal instincts are going in. Walid licks the side of my mouth and moves so close to my mouth that I think he is about to kiss me. He licks in circles around my lips with his tongue. Each time he gets closer and closer. I want him to kiss me so fucking bad.

Soon we are interrupted.

“Walid, it's time for the hunt,” his brother Fang says.

“Cancel it.”

“Walid---”

“Cancel it! I'm going to fuck him. Right here. Right in front of everyone.”

I look over at Fang. I look at the other Betas. They are all in shock but they are too scared to move. They are too scared to do anything. They just all sit there.

They sit there when Walid grabs me at the bottom of my ass and lifts me up with one hand.

They sit there and watch in shock as Walid uses his other hand to pull at the dining room cloth. With one hard yank all the dishes on the table are in a million pieces on the floor. All the food is on the floor or in the laps of the other Betas.

The table is clear now.

“Fuck,” I state, “Maybe we should go up to the room. Maybe we should...”

Don't get me wrong. I want it. I want it as bad as Walid wants it. My body is craving Walid but we are in public. All the Betas are still in the room, the Vanderbilts are still watching and some of the castle staff are around. I literally see a maid walk in the room and turn around quickly once she sees Walid starting to pull off my clothes.

“Take this shit off. I need you now...” Walid states.

I don't know how it happens but Walid rips off my pants. I'm not talking about pulling my pants off. No. Walid RIPS off my pants. He shreds them with his powerful muscles. I'm shocked by it. I start moving away.

“Walid people are...watching...” I try to say.

He could care less. He licks his lips, “I love it when you run.”

Walid climbs up on top of the dining room table. I look at my little brother to my left. I give him the hardest look and Yuma manages to get the hint to at least cover his eyes. The last thing I want is my little brother to see what I think is about to happen.

There's no way to hide it though. There's no way to hide what is about to happen.

Walid rips at his own shirt. Then his pants go down to his ankles. His Timberland boots are still. He doesn't have any underwear on. He stands on the table looking down on me like some sort of Norse God or something. His body is shaped like Thor. I'm shocked when I see his bulging muscles flexing as he looks down over me. His powerful thighs moves forward. His mouth is drooling from desire. He biceps stretch down grabbing me.

He pulls me in, picks me up and flips me around on the table. In a matter of minutes he starts eating my ass.

“Ok I'm leaving,” Fang states.

Walid's brother leaves the room taking with him the other Vanderbilts. The Betas don't leave however. They all know the rules. They have to be dismissed by Walid to leave and right now Walid is too busy to dismiss them. So like idiots they all just sit there. A part of me wants to scream at them to leave but I know they won't listen to me.

So they watch. They watch as Walid dines on my ass. He puts his tongue so far up my ass that it feels like a dick. I scratch at the table. It's so hard not to see the the stares of all of my competitors watching me. They all look at me with this tepid look.

Soon I can't see them. Once the saliva starts dripping down the crack of my ass, down my taint and into my nutsack I realize I can't take it anymore.

I scratch at the table.

“FUCK!”

My fingernails are tranforming to claws. I claw at the table desperately attempting to maintain myself and not completely tranform into a wolf. Walid's tongue battles my prostate stabbing it in every direction possible. The feeling is so deep and intense that I try to run away from him but Walid pulls me back with those powerful muscles.

I open my eyes to see Karamo. He's thrown a handkerscheif over his eyes. Across from him Matty and Johan's mouths are caught open. Ian is staring at something. I'm not sure what it is but then I turn around to see Walid's giant dick headed my way.

Walid shoves his dick into my ass without warning me.

“OH FUCK!”

The thrusting is serious. My fingernails dig deep into the table. Walid fucks me, holding me down so that I don't go anywhere and plowing me. He's hard and his thrusts are deep. With every thrust he grunts.

“Take that, take that, take that, take that,” he keeps saying as though punishing me for a crime I didn't even commit.

My asshole goes numb after a few seconds from his huge dick. I am feeling him not in my ass anymore. I feel the thrusts in my abdomen. It's almost like he's fucking my digestive system. I moan and cry at the same time. I don't know whether to tell Walid to keep fucking me or to stop. I end up not saying neither.

Then I black out!

It may have just been a few seconds but when I wake back up I'm moaning again and this time it feels so good. I'm cumming without him touching me. I'm cumming on the breakfast table. Walid is plowing into my ass.

“I'm about to nut...”

He doesn't let me pull away. He doesn't let me move. He thrusts deep into me and I can feel his dick squirting as his hips pin me down. He floods me completely for a minute. There is so much nut that even though his dick is still inside of me his nut finds it's way to creeping out. I am exhausted as I lay there breathing heavy.

“That was the best thing that's ever happened to me in my life,” I state.

I don't mean to say it out loud. The experience was otherworldly. In literature I had read about how the Gods would come down to earth and have sex with mortal women. I honestly knew how that felt at that moment.

Walid pulls out of me. He pulls out of me slow but it still hurts when he's finally out. I'm bleeding. I'm sure of it. Still I don't regret any moment of it. It was the most intense thing that ever happened.

Then all of a sudden I realize all the Betas watching me again.

“C`mon. Let's go upstairs and finish,” Walid states.

“F—fi—finish?”

I'm so confused. I'm so scared at that moment. Walid grabs me, picks me up and cradles me in his arms like a baby. He's butt naked as he climbs off the table with me in his arms.

“You'll be ok...I'll take you to the bed for the next several rounds,” Walid says, “Hope you didn't have anything planned for today.”

“Walid. I mean sir. I don't...I need to rest...” I beg him.

“Sir...I can handle it,” Ian states out of no where.

Ian has some balls. I'll say that. Was he trying to distract Walid?

“Excuse me?” Walid asks.

“Give me a shot. Please. Let a real wolf show you how it's done,” Ian states clearly taking a shot at me.

He definitely had some balls. Had he not seen what Walid had just done to me? Had he not seen the python that Walid called a dick? I look over at Ian halfway irritated for him but halfway grateful that he is trying to at least distract Walid from me.

Walid puts me down and takes a few steps for Ian. All of a sudden I regret that my body can't take anymore of Walid. I hate the idea of Walid with someone else. Hearing that he hadn't slept with anyone else made me feel good. It made me feel special. Now that he was walking towards Ian I just felt like that was all going to change. Walid was clearly horny and clearly I couldn't keep up with him.

He gives Ian a long hard stare. That's when I notice Ian's crotch area. He's hard. He's turned on by Walid and me having sex. I can see his hand is grabbing the area. There is a wet spot. Had he been jerking off underneath the table this entire time?

“Ian...right?” Walid asks.

“Yes sir,” Ian smiles, “Yes Daddy...”

I roll my eyes. He was so dick hungry. It was clear as day he wanted Walid's dick. I mean I guess everyone did, but Ian actually getting up and saying something about it took some serious balls.

Suddenly, Walid looks over at me, “Yaser...was this the one you wanted eliminated?”

Ian's mouth drops. He looks over at me.

I nod, “Yes.”

Walid nods and turns back to Ian, “Listen. Ian, was it? I'm going to go upstairs. I'm going to fuck Yaser until he can't walk. Then I'm going to come back down here and drink some beer. When I get back down here...make sure you are gone. And take whoever Matty and Johan are with you.”

Ian drops to his knees. He's in shock. He's in clear shock.

I want to be happy. I want to take a minute to really relish the moment of Ian and his friends feeling the pain of being eliminated. I can barely get into their facial expressions though. Walid walks back over to me immediately. He scoops me up. This time he doesn't cradle me like a baby. This time he throws me over his shoulder like a fucking caveman.

This was going to be the time of my life.

I don't leave Walid's room until 11pm. He's about to go drink a beer and go to sleep. After an entire day of sex a part of me wants to ask if I could stay the night but I know before I get the chance he tells me.

“If I could sleep with anyone again...I'd sleep with you. But I can't.”

I find it confusing that he says “again”. That means that at some point he was able to sleep with someone. When he tells me that there is a weird expression on his face that I haven't seen before. I've never seen any emotion from Walid except for confidence and pride.

I roll over, “So you just fuck me and I leave?”

Walid's bedroom is massive. There is a bunch of beautiful things.

“It's not like that. I just don't sleep with people,” Walid tells me.

“You don't kiss and you don't sleep with others. What else is there?”

“I don't fall in love,” Walid tells me.

I shake my head. I get up at that moment. I damn near collapse to the floor. My ass hurts so fucking much. Luckily Walid had some pain pills prepared for me and they are kicking in. He must have known what effect he had on people. He watches me as I get dressed. Every part of me wants to climb in those silk sheets of his king size bed and lay under his torpedo-like muscles. For a point after sex he did hold me. He was so heavy and I was slightly suffocating but it was still worth it. I still wanted to just be in his presence. I wanted to sleep with him.

“I guess. I'll leave then.”

He nods, “Why the long face?”

“Nothing.”

“Yaser. Don't make me ask you again. I don't like the stubborness,” he warns me.

I stop. I know enough not to push my luck and he's clearly getting annoyed.

“Is there anything that you are willing to do with me?” I ask him.

Walid gives me a hard stare, “Don't be like that.”

His voice sounds softer than usual. It sounds softer than it would be if other people were around. He sounds almost fragile.

“What are you afraid of?”

“You.”

I didn't like his answer.

“Are you going to eliminate me?” I ask him, “Again...”

He hesitates, “I don't know. You scare me. No one has scared me in a long, long time.”

“But someone did scare you before.”

He looks away.

“Yes.”

“What happened to him?” I ask Walid.

“I failed him,” Walid explains, “I wasn't able to protect him. No matter how strong I was. No matter how big I was. No matter how fast I was. I wasn't able to protect him when he needed me. I lost the person I loved. And I can't let him go. Yaser. I can't let him go...”

I've never seen raw emotion like this coming from Walid. A part of me wants to stay and comfort him but I don't think Walid is the type of guy who wanted to be comfort. So I just get my stuff and I walk out of the room.

I don't ask him anything else about this boy...

~~

I make my way to my bedroom at that moment. I can't take my mind off of Walid and what he was trying to tell me earlier. I can't take my mind off of how he was trying to communicate everything to me. My heart is racing. Walid was in love before and he was hurt before. I know Qadir and Mayorga know more about it.

Even though they intimidate me I find myself walking down to the area of the castle where I've seen the Vanderbilts before. As I walk I see Ian. He's not alone. He's with Matty and Johan. The three of them give me a deadly stare.

What the fuck were they still doing here!

“You...” Ian says.

Ian, Matty and Johan are walking towards me. They look angry. They look more than angry. They have murderous intent in their eyes.

“Is there a problem here?” a voice says.

Out of the corridor where the Vanderbilts usually hang out I see Qadir walking out. He is nearly as big as Walid. He has that extreme Vanderbilt stature. He was a small giant or something. They were all pushing 6'5” and they were all built like machines. Hell even the girls were tall and muscular as fuck with the Vanderbilts.

Ian, Matty and Johan aren't stupid. They stop when they see the size of Qadir.

“No problems...” Ian states, “I'll be seeing you around Yas.”

Ian doesn't smile. The time for smiling is over. The intent in their eyes scares the fuck out of me. It makes me beyond nervous. I watch as they turn and walk away. I'd seen Ian mad before but nothing like this.

“Pretty sure those boys want to kill you,” Qadir tells me with a slight snicker.

“I'm glad you're amused by this,” I tell him, “Why are they still here? Walid eliminated them.”

Qadir nods, “I heard. At your order as well. Very impressive. Unfortunately a snow storm is building up. We have to wait for the snowstorm to break before we send them away.”

“When does it end?”

“Probably a few days,” Qadir states.

“I'm stuck in this castle for a few days with Ian, Matty and Johan?” I ask my heart beating a little bit, “They will try to kill me.”

“Relax. They are just Betas.”

He says it in a very demeaning way. It's almost like a sexist person would say “They are just women.” It's almost as though he's saying there is nothing threatening about Betas because we were Betas. Qadir even smiles about it. I've seen how he controls his submissive Mayorga. I've seen how he was with him.

“You haven't seen what those Betas are capable of,” I state.

Qadir laughs, “Relax. I'll keep an eye out on you. You are a guest of the Vanderbilt pack after all. So you'll be safe here. Just avoid them.”

“Keep an eye out for me? Like you did when you changed into a wolf and was about to eat me whole when you thought Walid wanted it.”

Qadir laughs again. He's finding a lot of this shit funny and it's really kind of annoying. I kind of wish Mayorga was here to talk to. He was a lot easier to talk to. Qadir was full of himself. I didn't like it. He was like a less serious, less natural version of Walid. It was almost like he was pushing himself to be something he wasn't. I roll my eyes.

“He wouldn't have attacked you. You remind him of his lover.”

“The dead one.”

Qadir smiles, “He mentioned him? To you? Already? Wow. So that's why you are stalking the corridors. You're looking for answer's aren't you?”

“Walid isn't...the easiest to talk to,” I admit, “Or get answers from.”

“Well it's a good thing Walid opened up to you. You must have an effect on Walid. Walid never talks about his lover.”

“He says he won't let him go,” I state.

“Literally.”

“What do you mean?”

Qadir smiles at me, “Walid has a secret...shhh...”

Qadir presses his finger up against my lips.

“You want to know young wolf?” Qadir asks me, “Walid won't like me telling you. So you'll have to keep it a secret. I trust you will. So I'll tell you. But it'll cost you.”

I don't trust Qadir. There is something about him that I don't like. There is something about him that brings a cold shiver up my spine.

I roll my eyes, “Nevermind. I'll find someone else.”

“Not many know. You see Walid's dead Beta was Nasir. Nasir was my brother,” Qadir states, “Get it? Nasir and Qadir Butler. He was my baby brother.”

I stop.

I turn, “What is Walid hiding?”

“Come with me to find out?”

“Where are we going?”

“Into the storm...”

We change into wolves and literally head into the storm. I'm nervous. I don't trust Qadir but I need to stay close to him because the storm is brewing so heavily. We crunch through the snow as wolves. It would be impossible to travel as humans through this. Qadir's wolf is much bigger than mine. He is almost the same size as Walid's wolf. His wolf is reddish brown. I follow his footprints through the deep snow. After a while I can barely see where I'm going. We go deep into the forest.

We go so deep that I think about going back. Even my wolf is cold. The blizzard isn't letting up anytime soon. It seems to get worse. I wonder if I'll collapse in this snow. I'm already not in the bed shape after the pounding Walid gave me.

The trees are getting more dense and then I hear something. Shouts.

Men.

My heart races.

I turn and see wolf hunters! They have their guns pointed at me. The weird thing is they seem like they could care less about the cold. They aren't acting like they even care. I growl at them ready for a fight but Qadir jumps in front of me.

Once they see the reddish brown wolf they stop. They put down their guns. Then all of a sudden it's like they are leading us. These strange humans. I had seen humans all my life but these humans had something wrong with them. They were being controlled by something else. They were humans...I can tell by their red noses and how cold they are but their brains were somewhere else. They lead us silently to a cave and then they wait outside. The humans STAY in the fucking blizzard not entering the cave.

As soon as we enter the cave Qadir turns into a human. He is quite sexy naked, I have to admit but I am too on edge to appreciate his nudity. I stay in my wolf form.

“There's nothing to fear little wolf,” Qadir tells me, “You can change into a human.”

I growl at the shadow in the distance.

“Or you can stay as he is,” Qadir says, “I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine. You see a long time ago after Nasir died I was approached by a stranger in the forest. And I was so confused. What kind of human sees a wolf in a forest and isn't afraid. You know what this human tells me? He tells me that a witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest because he should be sure in his soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was him.”

The witch.

The witch.

I'm growling at the voice. My heart is beating heavy and heavy. Where were we? Qadir leans up against the wall of the cave in the woods. Soon someone walks up to us.

I recognize the man.

It was the man in the forest. He was the one who gave me the dazzling fur in Pittsburgh. How was he here...in wolf country? Why was he with wolf hunters? He walks over to me. He's clad in red and his sharp face smiles with a menace that makes Qadir look like a puppy. No. He wasn't afraid of us wolves. We should be afraid of him. We should be afraid of this thing that was in front of us.

“Allow me to introduce myself Yaser,” the man in the forest says, “My name is Genesis Bah.”

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