Page 8 of Beg for It

How much did he have to drink? Ugh, I’m going to have to keep an eye on him when I go to my room. I hate feeling responsible for people I barely know. The darkness inside of me is spreading, encouraging me to stalk Camden under the pretense of keeping the beta safe.

My dad threw the towel in on therapy when he realized how much of an asset my obsessions were. They get results, which is the only thing that should matter.

“Do you think it's a good idea to be drinking anymore?” I ask Camden, gesturing toward the cup as he downs what’s left.

“No offense, but you’re not my daddy,” the little beta says with a self-assured smirk.

Is he playing me? Is that what this has been all about?

“See, Henley?” Jamie says with a laugh, grabbing more alcohol to fill up Camden’s cup. “Drink up, Camden, we’re going to have more fun than you will with this boring guy. I can’t wait to show you a good time, show you the ropes on campus. I don’t think you’re his type, Henley. You’re a little too intense. Besides, the big dick energy isn’t something the little beta likes. He’s here to have fun. You’d rip him to shreds.”

“Please don’t puke in my house,” I sigh as Jamie drags him to the dance floor while Camden flushes as he looks over his shoulder before taking one more sip of his drink.

What did Jamie pour for him? There was straight alcohol, which means it’s strong. I’m trying to decide if Camden is willfully playing with me, or if he’s following along with what the asshole football player is feeding him.

Camden makes a face at the cup, and I sigh. I’m sure Jamie did a shit job of making it. He’s such a small insect, now caught in my web. I don’t like people taking my toys from me. I especially hate when people expose how different I am. I make it a point to be good at everything. I’m in every important club so I can rule the school. I help keep my pack safe.

My shoulders are beginning to tense, ruining my illusion that I’m having a good time. I’m getting pissed off, struggling not to growl under my breath now that I’m not getting my way.

I watch as Camden throws the rest of his drink in the garbage, beginning to move his hips to the music. Jamie grins as he watches, pulling him closer as they dance around each other. My cock is so hard it physically aches as I watch them grinding on each other, and my teeth almost crack from the pressure I’m putting on them.

I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way. I imagine the way Jamie’s head would look if I threw him through a window, immediately discarding the idea because he has to play in this football season. Sometimes it sucks knowing so much about every nuance of this school.

My psychotic tendencies are asking to be released, but I force myself to rein them in for now. My obsession is triggering, the need to destroy and manipulate growing in a way that I don’t want to pull back from. I want to wreck Camden both emotionally and physically because I can’t touch Jamie. He’s too important, but the little beta isn’t. He’s no one. I want to bring him to my pack, break him, all because he didn’t stay with me. It doesn’t take much to offend me, which is why so many people at this school bow down to my alphas and I.

My blood pressure is rising, the voices that drive my actions getting louder, telling me I need to bring this to my pack.

Every one of my movements needs to be carefully considered, because I can’t afford to make a mistake. That means I need to go before I overreact in public, to a beta I just met.

And that’s the issue, isn’t it? Walking away, I open the side door that’ll take me away from the noise of the party. There’s a secret entrance to my office down this way, which is impossible to find unless you know what you’re looking for. The only people who know how to get to it are my pack mates, my best friends, the guys who depend on me to know about everything that could possibly hurt us.

I think Camden only appears to be innocent. So many sheep in wolf's clothing look like this, and then they fuck you over with a rusty poker. I’ve had my tetanus shot, but I still take my precautions. This is no different.

It’s time to figure out everything about this guy.

The wall in front of me looks as if it's a dead end. It’s a solid hunter green, with recessed squares for decoration. The right one depresses further when you push it off center. Smirking, I watch as the wall opens inward, allowing me to walk into my room.

Closing the door behind me carefully, I enjoy the automatic lights as they turn on around me, illuminating the giant bulletin board where I have photos of people I’m keeping an eye on. Some of them are simply people who cut me off while I was on the way to get coffee, while others are people who could potentially create issues for us.

Teachers, students, and even an assistant dean line the bulletin board. Now, it appears that a beta who blushes for everyone like a little cock tease will also make his way on it. Adjusting my pants, I grunt in annoyance as I pull out my chair in front of my bank of computers.

I’m a paranoid beta. Our entire house is wired for both visual and audio purposes, so I can see what’s happening anywhere in the house. The parties are something we hold regularly for a variety of reasons, even though I hate them. Status, information, and revenge are all the reasons we invite people to our home, interrupting the silence I crave.

Brooks has the rookies on the football team picking up the trash in the morning, because they think he’s a God. The idea is preposterous, but I allow it to be entertained since he gets the job done.

I really am a saint in many ways, even though my halo is bent and crooked. My life is a carefully crafted one, where every action has a purpose. Fucking is the only thing I do for my pleasure.

A few keystrokes help me pan through the many video cameras in the house until I have eyes on Camden. He’s still dancing and laughing with Jamie, making me growl in disgust. What is it about this guy that makes alphas drool over him?

Ah man, did he really have to take his shirt off?

Biting my fist, I groan as I gaze at all of the muscles on display. Is that… an eight pack? I swear, I didn’t think he had that while his shirt was on. My pants are too tight as I shift uncomfortably in my seat. This is all his fault.

Grumbling to myself, I leave the video running on one of my screens while I continue to look for information on another. My discipline is the only thing stopping me from pulling my cock out and stroking it to release some of the pressure I’m feeling. Instead, my focus is now on the bank of computer monitors in front of me. This is why I splurged for all the equipment in this room while we were looking for houses. Dad even agreed to my secret room when I explained it was so I could get work done without being disturbed.

The man didn’t even blink an eye about all of the other places I could study or work. Dad could give me a hard time for being the way I am, and I appreciate that he doesn’t. I’m completely accepted by him for my sexuality, my brain, and my obsessions. The only thing I wish that he would be more accepting of is my beta designation.

All he asks is that I don’t end up in jail. I think that’s a pretty decent request, honestly.

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