I don't Mate with Jerks

Chapter 13 ~ Big Bad Alpha

I growled. Whether it was a wild wolf or not, I wanted to be alone. For the moment, this was my territory. I prowled along the river bed, walking closer to the shore so the surface of the water only swirled around my knees.

It remained silent but the scent didn't go away. Instead, another one joined it. Except this one I knew far too well. Painfully well. 

My ears flicked back as I released a snarl, following my unwanted company's eyes as they crawled from the brush, trained on me. Damon. He slowly circled me, like prey, studying my defensive stature. I kept my eyes on him, my lips curled back into a snarl, and my hackles raised in defense. Alpha or not, he had no right to be preying on me right after what he did at the field.

"Get the hell away from me, Damon," I snarled through the mind link. The dark, charcoal grey wolf just grunted, lowering his head in an assertive motion. In his wolf form, Damon was almost twice my size and could easily pin me down... if I didn't fight back, that is.

"I mean it, or I'll give you an ass kicking like your buddy Luke," I added with a feral growl. "Except I'm much less friendly when I'm more wolf than girl," I hissed, narrowing my eyes.

"You're pathetic," he sneered, his golden eyes rising to meet mine. I growled at his insult. "Justin's a weak, spineless fool if he believes there's something in you. You were just a disease ridden mutt since the day you were born." he scorned. My claws scraped against the rocky river bed, wishing they were digging into Damon's flesh. Baring my canines, I released another feral snarl towards him.

"Shut up," I barked, trying my hardest to not lash out at my Alpha. There would be some serious consequences for doing that.

"You're worthless. You always have been, always will be," he continued, starting to circle me again. I snapped at him, only as a threat though.

"Get out of here," I howled, my canines bared and my eyes narrowed.

"I don't even understand why you came back," he scoffed. "You're weak, just like your father was," he spat. That tore it.

Snarling, I lunged, feeling my claws rake against Damon's flesh. I wasn't even thinking about the trouble I was getting myself into as I aimed for his neck, my jaws snapping for flesh. All I could think about was my daddy, the memories I had left of him, and how he never had done wrong.

I finally got my jaw wrapped around the larger wolf's neck, my sharp carnivorous teeth grazing the flesh. I wanted right then and there to tear his throat out, to kill him for making me suffer for all those years, for insulting my late father, for everything he had done to me. But he was my Alpha, and his death would lead to my own.

"I won't stoop down to your level, you jackars," I muttered, hesitantly releasing him from my stern grip and jumping back. "Unlike you, I know the difference between harmless fun and games and real pain," I huffed, turning my back to him. The mysterious scent that was in the air only moments ago had faded, making me wonder more what it had been.

Damon growled and the next moment I felt his heavy paw on my neck, pinning me to the ground.

"You think you’re so tough, so badass," he taunted. "But really, you're just bluffing. You don't know me anymore, Blarez. Maybe then you could have beaten me around like you’re doing to my friends, but now I won't take it. I'm stronger than you, KC, and I think you know it," 

"Get off of me you barstad," I tried snapping for his paw, but he only pressed it harder against my neck, forcing a whimper through my lips.

"I control you now, KC. I'm your Alpha Male. Keep that in mind next time you want to make a statement out in public," he threatened, stepping back and releasing me, but I remained still on the forest floor.

"And stay away from that Justin boy. If you were really so smart, then you'll know your just making more of a fool out of yourself," he jeered, glaring at me as he turned and slunk back into the brush, the sound of his paws pounding against the earth and slowly fading.

Screw him. 

Cautiously, I stood, shaking my coat dry and free of snagged leaves and branches. As long as it ticks him off like that, there's more fun in hanging around Justin than just having a huge crush on him. Alpha or not, he can't tell me what to do like his freakin' servant. No way in hell.