The Alpha's Addiction [BxB]

Chapter 48

[Warning: Some smut and Corpses]

My older sister keeps playing "The Heathers Musical" and I suddenly picture The Three Alphas.

Al as "Red" Heather Chandler.
Weiler as "Green" Heather Duke.
Shane as "Yellow" Heather McNamara.

Complete in school girl uniforms, their leg hairs showing, I'm sorry.

The sun was shinning.

Students were groaning.

Life was going good for Al.

Until his nose sniffed a familiar scent, charging to the hallway Al was certain that his older cousin was here. Grim! Wake up! Weiler is here I can smell it!

Grim wasn't answering him, Al rolled his amber eyes. If his wolf was going to be that silent until they mark Cyrus than so be it. The Alpha's nose leads him to somewhere he didn't expect to find his cousin; Inside his new office.

Al kicks the door, marching inside his quarters. He found Weiler standing near his paperwork littered desk, and in his hands...was the picture frame Al had kept in his drawer, the picture with Selena in it---when they were all happy and everything was wonderful.

"WEILER!" Al barked.

Breathing hard, The Alpha lumbered across the room and towards Weiler, his irises becoming golden. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN HERE!?" Al pounded Weiler against the wall, causing him to let go of the picture frame, his hand clutch around the taller guy as he coughed.

A small crack was heard as Al sees the glass of the picture frame had broke.

Out of nowhere Weiler punches him in his broad chest, knocking the wind out of Al's lungs. Weiler shoved him to the ground and quickly gets on top of his younger cousin, bringing his fist crushing down right beside Al's head.

Bhag!

His entire hand goes right through the concrete flooring, creating a shallow crater surrounded by cracks, dust and bits of cement flew. The whole time Weiler was sleeping because of his Alpha's addiction made him stronger than before. Weiler's jet black long hair was obscuring his expression but Al could tell he was mad and as usual, disappointed in him. The Older Alpha's jade eyes were scowling at him though Weiler hisses with regret, because this isn't why he came here and he didn't want to fight his cousin even though Al deserves a greater punishment for his reckless actions.

Instead Weiler takes a fistful of Al's uniform collar and growled at him.

"A Gamma werewolf; Timothy Brown, was found dead this morning. Throat cut open and his eyes are missing, Al. Wasn't he the one you tortured after Grandmother's birthday party? The worse part is that human police found his body first before our people did! There's DNA found in the crime scene; golden curly strains of hair! Explain yourself! Because lab results are on the way, so come clean with me now!"

The Alpha's thick eyebrows furrowed together, his expression is darkened. Amber pupils going completely gold.

"I DIDN'T KILL THE BASTARD! I ONLY SLICED HIS TOUNGE IN HALF! I'M NOT STUPID TO KILL A WEREWOLF WITHOUT A FUCKING TRAIL! WHY DOES EVERYBODY ALWAYS THINK I HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS!? I NEVER EVEN LEFT NORTHWOOD!"

The Older Alpha shakes off his grip on his cousin and calmly answers. "You know what you're capable of, Allister. The World Werewolf council won't look passed this anymore. We have laws for reasons that includes trials and Timothy died before he got one."