Chapter 17

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There was only few people who knew he liked to draw and the first one who did has long been gone, Cyrus thought nothing much about the welcoming package he received this morning too.

Until he found...this.

He really isn't the kind of person who loves being showered with materials, because it sometimes breaks from his hold or Cyrus accidentally hurls it to the walls, caused by his triggered anger issues. That, and he knows someone else other than himself needs it more.

Then why did HE give these? And that jerk wasn't man enough to apologize to my face for what he's done; pathetic.

Cyrus took the complaint paper and puts it away underneath his desktop drawer including the other items he got, he wasn't interested to use them much.

Still...

It did help him in all of his classes that he'd reply using the white board, and Cyrus had to admit it was less difficult to get lost with the phone reminding him which classroom he was to go next, though he hadn't touched the new sketchbook since Cyrus isn't feeling it.

He shakes his head; this is wrong.

I'm not someone Al can just buy things for and expect it to solve the problem, and if he thinks I'm going to kiss his ass receiving all this free stuff that rich bastard doesn't know me. I'm not some damn freeloader or user just because I'm a poor orphan and financially broke.

This is why Cyrus wanted to graduate school, he didn't want to hold out his hands to anyone he'd support himself and apply for a splendid college. His grades are really promising, it just his violent records that weight him down and gets Cyrus to be expelled. Though he was slowly changing that aspect.

If Cyrus can just make it through a few years here, he'd make it anywhere.

He has to play his cards right this time, and put up with his dick of a roommate. Gods know, he was trying to do all this for the only person who believed him.

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The dinner bell had rang and Cyrus got up after Maylin finished her dessert, she couldn't understand why Al did that to Shane. She told Cyrus, he doesn't usually go to his classes because Al is the highest sector rank officer. So the guy normally handles everything on campus like the student body president and she "forgot" to mention that Al and Shane were the two nephews of the head principal. But Maylin says that welcoming gift was from Shane because he is that thoughtful. Cyrus doubted it.

Maylin also said he is a Zeta sector rank and while Cyrus is the only person in Northwood who's a Zeta, he's now considered to be an officer himself.

The last Zeta student died years prior before graduating and only selected elite students are assigned to be a Zeta rank holder, making the seventh sector unoccupied and basically nonexisting.

Because the Zeta rank can qualify closest to the Alpha rank in means of strength and ability, even beating the Beta rank behind the Zeta. However no one in recent years has been selected, their principal has definitely seen his old high school credentials. Cyrus tried out for many sports clubs activities and preformed with impressive potential in his academics as well. It was such a shame, that it's his moral behaviour that gets in the way for the reasons why Cyrus got removed from the team then.

Maylin and him shared a couple of classes together though she couldn't even approach Cyrus, and neither can anybody because of Al who tailed him through a few lessons before he was called to attend to Alpha officer duties.

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He hasn't seen the blonde boy around dinner and now Cyrus is finishing his homework, he was feeling exhausted from lacking hours of sleep too and staying awake in his classes. Though he was guarded all day with The Alpha being his shadow throughout today.

He's like a freaking stalker.

Cyrus sighed and clicked his neck, while stretching his arms then rolling his shoulders getting the last of his homework done. He took off his old reading glasses that Denise gave him for his 14th birthday back then, leaving it outside his shed door. It now had this mini crack at the left bottom edge, from that time a group of bullies got together to ambush Cyrus after school. Beating him up badly. That's when he couldn't take it anymore and went ballistic.

They were all jealous because Cyrus quickly excelled in classes and sports but it was his obvious disinterest at interacting and refusal to be under anyone's foot that pissed them off.

To Cyrus, it triggered him to fight back because he hasn't done anything to those boys, Cyrus just wanted to read his books at the rooftop when suddenly they saw him there and began hitting him. He wanted to just take the punches and not retaliate yet his body came to life, Cyrus's muscles recalling each painful punishment he'd receive from those people---monsters who also didn't stop hurting him until he had to fight.

Relax...

Easy...

Calm...

He heaved in deep breaths, as Cyrus turned to his shaking clenched fists.

I can't let my past wreck my future too.

Cyrus looked at the ceiling, and closed his lids as he began counting to ten and eventually released his strong grip. His left hand still had scratches from yesterday though he let the blood and ink dry on it's own, it'll just heal itself.

Standing up Cyrus goes to the shower.

He let the warm water chase away the strain in his body and once he washed up, Cyrus was going to grab the towel his used before. When, something...white and plentiful spilled within it.

Curious, he cautiously picked it up.

Huh? Did Al spill shampoo on it?

Unfolding the towel, Cyrus smells it.

What is this...?

Cyrus dips his finger only to jump.

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK! IT'S HIS SEMEN!? AL CAME IN MY TOWEL!?

He grimaced.

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If he thought his eye bags were merely outlines, now they gotten darker and Al was kept busy throughout the day.

Everyone thinks being an Alpha you get the easy life and don't have to worry about anything, because you're handed the looks, the strength, and the power to command an entire pack is at your fingertips disposal. Nonesuch, it wasn't all that swell. Al had to make decisions.

Decisions that could make or break depending on his judgement and who would they blame if it backfired? Him none the less! The Alpha takes lead and the fall if he messed up, fun right? Al had to choose a schedule date for the annual New moon quarter tournament.

It's practically werewolf tradition shit where every werewolves face off base on ranks, The Hunger Games to them, murder is prohibited but it won't stop young werewolves from doing worse, and the prize is that the winner rules over the whole region until next years New moon quarter tournament. They won last year and plan to still keep it that way, also Anselme loves to see it.

Old lady is sadistic as Al.

They would be hosting this year with the three other regional Alpha packs participating. As Anselme put it, To help bond trustworthiness that he isn't the one going around killing off other packs Rogues and Al couldn't say no because he loved the bloody tournament too.

His meetings were packed and Shane was really upset being kicked out of his favorite class, so he dumped all the work load onto Al which is rare of him.

Shane is a workaholic Alpha and he liked managing the safety trainings and medical arrangements for each years tournament. Making sure no one is left critically injured, though Al now saw how difficult it actually was to host this tradition without Shane's expert help.

Yet instead of apologizing to his little brother, Al stubbornly choose to take on the stressful planning and manage the scheduling date discussing with his auntie Miranda. Friday, he'd have to hold a meeting with all six sector rank officers and start training everyone for it, because Al really despised how their route run record slowed down, it was humiliating if they don't improve soon.

Al's nose then sniffed the scent of wild flowers and his muscles grew tense in specific; the southern part. Grim still growled but it wasn't as defensive, it's a adrenaline as Al unlocked their door.

Can we doggy style him now?

Cyrus was half naked, whisks of water droplets Al wish was his own tongue dripping down the towel around his tight hips. Cyrus has his back turned away from Al drying those thorny spikes of ebony hair, The Alpha gulped.

He's officially an ass, teasing me THIS.

Grim whistled seductively.

I'd love to be the tease inside HIS ass.

The Moon Goddess must love to watch him suffer, because the moonlight was making the droplets shimmer at Cyrus body, then Al's amber eyes expanded.

What the hell...

He was too distracted checking Cyrus out Al didn't notice the scars and long stitches from surgery. And the heated glowering set of dark deleting pupils pinned at him. The Alpha flinched.

(Grim : Take my anal virginity baby!)

"Quit eye fucking me, pervert."

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Author's Note :

Ohhhhh another five liner from our quiet Cyrus, I just love the bad ass attitude he gives off to Al. That's right! Cyrus show this Alpha who's boss, ya ain't taking his BS! also show him your four pack abs hehe. And for those lucky 13 winners I'll message you a link to see the special reward. Remember you gotta VOTE & COMMENT to win!

I really wanna be in that room eating caramel popcorn when they fuc---function! on their relationship better with mutual respect for each other and understanding the way it should be!

As always tap the ☆ for meh!