Have you ever imagined what it would be like to have 100 tiny people hammering at your head all at once? Slowly, they'd be chipping away at your skull until all you could hear is a constant ringing.
I don't think I've felt like this since junior year in high school, when I snuck out to a party this senior was throwing and got completely smashed. All I remembered was playing numerous rounds of beer pong and then stumbling upstairs to take part in a game of drunk truth or dare. My friends told me the day after that I had admitted to liking Kyler Downs, the captain of the swim team. I almost moaned thinking about him...he was so sexy.
I groaned. It hurt to try and think about him. My mind clearly wasn't in the mood to function. Despite every fibre in my being telling me to keep my eyes closed, I opened them, trying to remember why I felt this terrible. I winced as light flooded in from the window, directly to my face. I quickly flipped around, the simple action causing my insides to turn. My eyes widened, a familiar sensation bubbling in my throat.
I shot up from the bed like a rocket, dashing to the nearest bathroom with a hand over my mouth. Barely managing to open the lid, I started retching into the toilet. The vomit felt like acid burning my throat, the taste making me want to throw up again. I didn't even hear the numerous pairs of feet rushing to my hunched over form. I felt a pair of hands brush the curls out of my face while another rubbed my back soothingly. Tears leaked out of my eyes at the pain, my stomach still turning. By now I was dry heaving, a string of saliva dribbling down my chin.
"Oh baby..." I heard Niall's voice murmur, allowing me to identify him as the one rubbing my back. "You poor thing."
"H-Hurts..." I managed, the pounding in my head becoming progressively worse. Every sound seemed to intensify when you had a headache. I groaned, leaning over to spit the excess vomit into the toilet bin. I made a face at the smell, quickly flushing it before the stench made me hurl all over again. "T-Thank you." I murmured, accepting the cup that was held in front of me. As soon as my shaky hands went up to grab it, they were gently nudged away.
"Let me. Your hands are shaking way too much." Louis voice flooded into my head, enticing a nod from me. I opened my mouth as he pressed the rim of the cup to my lips, tilting it upwards slightly to allow me time to swallow. My hands clutched his arm unconsciously, guiding his movements. When the cup was emptied he took it away, gently swiping a thumb under my bottom lip to catch a drop of water that didn't make it.
I briefly looked up to meet his eyes but as soon as I did, I averted them. Despite him seeming so sympathetic about how ill I'm feeling, there was still one emotion that stuck out like a sore thumb. As I scanned the other boys quickly, I realized they all bore the same look. Anger.
It made my face become even paler as I remembered the event of the night before. The outfit crisis. The numerous shots. The dancing, the grinding...the strangers hands on my hips. And then there they were. Standing next to the DJ as they held in their hand the unplugged chord that ended the music. I remember feeling everyone's eyes on me as soon as they realized I was the one who ruined all their fun. And then I fainted.
A sudden burst of anger ignited in the pit of my chest. My brows furrowing as I looked back up at them, this time with a new found confidence. "What we're you guys doing there?" I gritted, clenching my jaw. They all appeared to be confused, yet calm. Always so fucking calm! "At the club?! Why were you at the club?!" I shouted, my patience running thin. "You," I motioned to all of them, "promised me you wouldn't interfere. But of course as soon as I start having fun, you're all there, ending it."
Their eyes narrowed, their teeth gritting as they soaked in my words. I waited for one of them to speak but they all just stared at me. "Say something!" I finally growled, my chest heaving at the silence.
Liam was the first to open his mouth. He spoke slowly and calmly, as if he were speaking to a child. "You are in no state to be yelling. Now, while we want nothing more than to yell at you, I doubt you could go through it without having to hurl again. So, you are going to go back to bed, take some headache medicine, and get some rest. Then," His eyes darkened. He kneeled, bringing his face closer to mine. I gulped at the serious expression on his face. "when we know you will be able to stay awake for what we have to say, we will talk about every single rule you broke last night."
My eyes lowered at the intensity of his tone, my confidence disappearing as quickly as it came. I could only manage a meek nod, not being able to go against an Alphas orders.
I remained limp as I was lifted into Zayn's arms and then gently deposited on the bed. I didn't dare look at any of them. Even when I felt them tucking me into the sheets so I was comfortable. Even when they helped me take the pain reliever pills. Even when they each placed a soft kiss to my forehead, despite their anger that was practically radiating off them in waves.
I huffed as they turned off the lights and closed the curtains, leaving me to silence and darkness. It was only then that my mind started to wonder and predict how the conversation they were going to have with me was going to go.
I mean, we've know each other for almost a month now and yet, it feels as if we're always fighting or disagreeing on everything. It's not fair. I really like them, and I know that we'll make this work eventually. But why won't they ever listen to what I have to say? It's always "what we say goes" and never "you know what Harry, I think that could work". I know Alphas are dominant and like things to go their way, but does it entitle not listening to what their mate has to say?
I let out a frustrated sigh, turning on my side and shutting my eyes. The pills were starting to take effect and make me drowsy, which at the moment, I was extremely grateful for.
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"Thank you." I murmured quietly, accepting the warm bowl that was passed to be. I looked down into it to see what it was, and was content to see a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. I carefully picked up the spoon and started taking small sips, occasionally blowing on each one to cool it down.
I didn't dare look up but I knew all four of them were crowded around my bed, watching me. They all waited patiently for me to finish my food, and then handed me a napkin to wipe my mouth. I felt better almost instantly with a full stomach.
"The colours returning to your face so I'll take it as a good sign." Niall noted, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. "You don't have a fever." He declared, making me sigh in relief. "But your head must hurt."
I frowned, "No, not really anymore." I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.
"No, I think you're mistaken." I furrowed my brows at him, thoroughly confused as to what he's talking about. "Your head must hurt for you to even think it would be a good idea to lie to us."
I felt like the colour drained right back out of my face as his eyes darkened. Okay now I know where he was going with this.
"I mean what were you thinking?! Oh wait, you weren't thinking because if you were, you would've never had done it in the first place. You made us worry sick when you didn't reply to any of our texts or calls. We even called Jemiah but he was panicking already because he couldn't find you either!" I flinched at the yelling, my body caving into itself.
"I didn't-"
"No you don't get to talk right now." Zayn eventually cut Niall off, deeming it his turn to rant. "We trusted you. We let you go out with nothing protecting you but a single guard, who wasn't even able to keep track of you, and counted on you to take care of yourself. We said no more than three drinks and from what I found out, you had more than 6. We also asked for you to just keep us updated so we, as your Alphas, wouldn't have to worry. But no, after the first hour you just disregarded us without a second thought."
"I know, but I-"
Louis held up his hand to silence me, "You weren't thinking, Harry! We all thought something happened to you! We thought maybe you got taken or were in trouble and couldn't access your phone! And then we show up to the club to check on you, only to see you dancing with another Alpha! How's that supposed to make us feel!?"
I dropped my head in shame, thoroughly embarrassed that I had been so drunk that I didn't even realized who was asking me to dance. I don't even remember his face. I didn't even dance with him...I grinded on him.
I looked up when I didn't hear any of them talking anymore. I knew they could see my eyes were glazed over with tears at this point, but theirs still held fury. I peeked at Liam, knowing he's the only one who hasn't spoken a word. Somehow, that made it worse.
Eventually, he opened his mouth. His expression was firm, but rather calm for what I'm sure he's feeling inside. "Why didn't you invite us to come?" He simply asked, his face remaining emotionless.
What?
I frowned at him, shaking my head in confusion. What does he mean why didn't I ask them to come? "I-I wanted to hang out with Rhys." I finally replied, still not understanding why he chose to ask that out of anything else.
"No." He snapped, making me jump. I stared wide eyed up at him as he rounded the bed to stand directly beside my still sitting form. "You told us you wanted to be alone with Rhys, without your Alphas. So, tell me why Greyson was allowed to be there but we weren't?"
I swallowed, picking at my finger nails nervously. I should've known they wouldn't have forgotten about that. "B-Because Grey is my friend too. I wanted to be with my friends." I said softly, not meeting any of their eyes.
"Don't lie!" He barked, making me scoot away from him. "Tell us why you didn't want us there!" He demanded, grabbing one of my wrists in his grip and dragging me closer to him.
"I-I..." I gaped like a fish, probably looking like in idiot.
"Tell us!"
"Because you intimidate everybody!" I finally screamed, yanking my arm out of his hold. I felt a tear slip down my cheek but I didn't bother to wipe it away. "Everyone's scared of all of you and I didn't want them to be scared of me too." I shamefully admitted, my voice a lot softer than I expected. It was quiet for awhile. "I'm sorry." I decided to say after awhile, think that I hurt their feelings. "T-That was rude...and self-centred. I know I shouldn't care what people think of you guys."
To my surprise, instead of accepting my apology, they laughed. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I finally looked up to see them all looking at each other and laughing. Gone was the anger that was on their faces moments ago...it's as if now they found the whole situation humorous.
"What?" I asked curiously, not understanding what was so funny.
"Oh baby." Niall could finally get out, in between laughs. "Your apology was just so adorable. You thought we'd be hurt by the fact that we intimidate and scare people." He pinched my cheek lightly, "You're so cute."
My frown deepened. "Y-You're not? B-But...doesn't it bother you that everyone is scared to approach you?"
"Quite the opposite actually." Liam smiled, crossing his arms. "We'd probably be more offended if they weren't scared of us. We need people to fear us. It keeps them from ever crossing us."
I didn't understand. How could they live with people not liking them? I hate the feeling of someone not liking me. I remember in high school, even if I didn't like the person, I'd be upset if I heard they didn't like me either. Maybe I'm more sensitive.
"Pumpkin, people being scared of us is what keeps you safe. Once we put our marks on you, they'll know that you belong to us and to stay away. Those marks, and our reputation, is what will keep danger away from you. Without our marks, it's much harder to protect you. And believe me, we want nothing more than to mark you now, but we promised to wait till you were ready. So, that's why we can't have you alone too often." Louis explained, brushing a hand down my shoulder. I nodded, understanding what he was saying.
I was also kind of relieved that they didn't seem as angry anymore. "Okay." I responded, hugging my arms around myself. "When I'm ready though, right?" I clarified, looking at all of them individually.
"Of course." Zayn said firmly, "We would never mark you without your consent. We want the moment to be special, not forced." I managed a small smile at that, happy that I was given some type of control.
It was silent for awhile. I pulled the sheets tighter around me, suddenly feeling very cold.
"Alright, well, I'm going to go call Jemiah." Louis announced, reaching into his pocket for his phone while heading towards the door.
My eyes widened. I shot out of bed so quickly that my feet got tangled in the sheets. I would have face planted but I was able to grab Louis before he got far enough to steady myself.
"What? Why?" I asked in panic.
"To fire him of course. It's obvious he can't protect you, so you need a new bodyguard." He explained in a 'duh' tone, as if it was so obvious.
"No!" I shouted, surprising him. "You can't fire him, please!" I pleaded, gripping his arm tighter.
"Why?" He asked suspiciously, one of his eyebrows raising.
"Because I promised him! It wasn't his fault that I got out of hand! I made him swear not to tell you guys anything a-and I did try to lose him on purpose at the club." I admitted nervously, still holding on to Louis to make sure he wouldn't do anything. "Please."
"I'm sorry Harry. But he reports to us, and not telling us about Greyson, or the fact that you went over your drinking limit, or that you were dancing..." He paused, his teeth gritting together as his eyes flickered to a deep red. He seemed in pain, trying to keep his wolf at bay. "...dancing...with another Alpha." I bit my lip at his words.
"I take responsibility for that!" I said desperately. "Don't punish him for something I did! Please! I should be the one punished, not him! Just please, please don't fire him. Everyone should be allowed one mistake." I begged, tears springing to my eyes.
His blue eyes narrowed when they saw how desperate I was to save Jemiah's job. He quickly looked past me to meet the other boys' eyes. I glanced back with him, hoping they would see how upset I was and take pity.
"Fine." Liam finally said, getting approval from the rest of the boys. "We know Jemiah's a good guy, so we'll give him another chance. But if he fucks up one more time..." His eyes hardened as he stared at me seriously, "He won't just be fired, he will be transferred to another pack."
I bit my lip and looked down, nodding. "Okay." I whispered, slightly relieved that they were letting him off the hook...for now. I would just have to be careful and make sure I didn't cause any trouble for Jemiah. He has a brother he has to look after, and I had to be more aware of that.
When I looked back up at the boys, they all seemed to have shifted to a more mischievous mood. I raised a brow at the suggestive look they were giving me.
"W-What?" I stuttered out, very aware of their predatory eyes. I released a gasp as Louis arms tightened around my waist from behind, pulling me against him.
"I think you need to be punished for what you did at the club." He whispered hotly in my ear, making me shiver.
"W-What?" I repeated dumbly, my face becoming hot.
"You said it yourself angel. You should be the one punished, not Jemiah." Liam smirked, stepping closer to me.
I gulped, my throat suddenly becoming very dry. "What are you going to do?" I asked, nervous...yet something inside stirring in excitement and curiosity.
Louis released me, and stepped away. He grabbed my arm, dragging me to the foot of the bed. He turned me around so that my back was to all of them and my front was facing the bed.
I gulped, not daring to move.
His hand grabbed my sides, squeezing gently before releasing. "Bend over." Was all he said.
"W-Why?" I whispered, the room suddenly feeling as if someone had raised the temperature 20 degrees.
"Because you're going to get punished."
I bit my lip so hard I swore I drew blood.
I could feel some sort of fire swell in my stomach and something compelled me to do as he asked. Slowly, I leaned forward and propped myself up on my elbows on the foot of the bed. My face reddened as I realized how exposed this made me feel, even though I was still fully clothed.
"Now Harry, you are going to get 1 spank from each of us." I swallowed thickly. "This is to remind you to never disobey us ever again, understood?" Despite the seriousness of Zayn's voice, I knew they were all still smirking. They were all thoroughly enjoying how flustered I was getting.
"Yes, I understand." I replied quietly, closing my eyes in anticipation.
"Good." I could practically see the enjoyment on his face. "Count."
I felt Louis step up behind me, his hand reaching out to grab my ass, massaging it soothingly. I moaned quietly, not even expecting them to hear. I waited a couple of seconds, thinking he forgot what he was going to do.
Just as I was turning my head to see his face, I felt his hand lift up before slamming back down on my left cheek. I gasped, my eyes widening. I shuffled forward at the impact, not expecting it to be that hard. The same hand quickly sneaked up my back to grab my hair. His face dropped down to my ear. "I believed we asked you to count."
"O-One." I croaked, feeling his hand massage the pain away in my cheek. He smiled, kissing me on the head before backing away.
Niall stepped up next, placing a hand on my lower back and pushing, causing me to stick my ass further out. He wasted no time in getting the job done, except this time, he did it on my right cheek.
"Mm." I groaned, hissing at the stinging sensation left behind. He massaged my butt with one hand. "Two." He too leaned down to kiss my cheek.
Zayn was next. He knelt behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks in each hand, kneading them firmly. "I want you to beg me." He said, making me scrunch my nose.
"P-Please..." I whispered, pushing my butt into his hands.
"Please what?" He teased, edging me on.
I ducked my head in embarrassment, "Please spank me." I managed, letting out a squeak as he complied, not holding back. I almost lost my balance from the forced. I whimpered. "Three."
For some reason though, I still had that odd tingling sensation in my stomach. I knew a small part of me, the Omega part, enjoyed being dominated.
Liam was last. I bit my lip nervously, already knowing his was going to be the hardest. He didn't say anything as he placed one hand on my lower back. I waited.
"Ow!" I screeched when he finally did it. I hadn't even saw it coming. But fuck if that didn't hurt! "Four!" I whimpered, collapsing on the bed.
They all crowded around me, kissing me and praising me. I somehow found it in me to smile at the coddling. They all looked confused at my amusement.
"So I guess I'm forgiven?"
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A/N:
Just so you guys know this book isn't going to turn into bdsm or a spankfic or anything. They're just Alphas who like to dominate without all the major rules and regulations of being and actual Dominant. The punishment part was just a little kinky thing that they did for fun. Harry didn't mind and they certainly enjoyed it so it was all good fun lol.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed! I made this chapter a bit longer if you didn't notice haha.
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