Page 8 of Bully Wolf's Nanny
Daisy groaned, kicking off the locker, even as her stomach did a weird somersault in her belly at the mention of Nicolas. Unlike her, there was absolutely no mistaking what Nicolas was. Or Dane. Both of them stood an easy head taller than the other boys in the grade, and were roped with muscle from years running with the pack. They just had to narrow their eyes or cross their arms and people would fall over their own feet to do things for them, to respect them.
Nobody ever respected Daisy. Not really. Not in the same way.
“They’re alphas, it’s different for them.”
“Are you sure that’s what it is?” Megan asked, looping her arm through Daisy’s to drag her down the corridor through the throngs of students. “Because I heard an interesting rumor earlier.”
Daisy swallowed, staring with wide eyes at her friend. It wasn’t good when humans talked about pack stuff. That’s what her dad said.
“Megan, I’m not sure…”
“No, you’ll be interested in this. You know Felix?”
Daisy nodded mutely. Of course she knew Felix; everyone knew Felix. He was the son of the current alpha. The heir apparent. Two years older and already causing ripples through the pack. Not that Daisy had ever really spoken with him. Not really.
“Well, I heard that he’s getting all, like, annoyed at his dad and stuff. That he thinks they’re not leading the pack well, or whatever.”
Daisy stopped short, her feet turning to concrete, her heart in her throat. “Megan, you really shouldn’t be talking about this—"
“Oh, it’s fine, Daisy, don’t be such a baby! Anyway, as I was saying, he’s apparently got a bunch of his shifter friends in on it. They’re calling themselves the New Guard or something stupid like that.”
“Megan, please stop it, you shouldn’t get involved in any of that…stuff.”
“Are you involved in it?”
“Of course not!”
“Alright, sorry, geez. I just thought…like, since you’re a shifter and everything…that you might know something?”
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t go gossiping about it in the middle of the school corridor! If one of them heard, if Nicolas heard, then—"
“If Nicolas heard what?” the smooth voice, cold with cruelty, came from behind her.
Her heart leapt into her throat. Hands quivering, she turned slowly.
It was him. Of course it was him. Terrifyingly beautiful, towering above her, pale face twisted into a sneer. Daisy’s throat was dry, her fingers numb. The noise and hubbub faded away until it was just the two of them. Her, tiny and terrified, and him. A pure predator. He flicked a lock of dark hair out of his eyes, a lazy smirk stretching over his lips.
“Look what we’ve got here, boys. A lone pup digging in places she shouldn’t.” The guys around him, members of the Iron Walkers, snickered.
Daisy was dimly aware of Megan backing away, but she couldn’t move. She stayed rooted to the spot, cowering before the alpha in front of her.
“Nicolas, I didn’t—"
“Didn’t what?” he crooned, taking a step towards her. Instinctively, she took a step back, and then another, and then another until her back collided with the lockers and he loomed above her, far too close for comfort.
“I don’t know what she was talking about,” Daisy whispered, barely able to force the words out.
Nicolas raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes glinting in anger. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I promise!”
He stooped down, angling his head into her neck, his breath ghosting over her ear. She whimpered, clutching her bag close to her chest, straining away from him but too terrified to move her feet.
“I think you’re lying.”
She squealed as his fist crashed into the locker right next to her head, his teeth flashing dangerously close. His scent was spiking in pure rage, his eyes glowing strangely even through the neon pulse of the hallway lighting.
“I think you’re trying to spread trouble. Talking about pack shit with humans, spreading rumors, lying. You know what that makes you?”
