Page 10 of Patiently Yours
Kendall appears from the crowd. Our pack mate must have heard everything because in the next second, he is planting a right hook to Derek’s face.
The grin that takes over my face is maniacal. He always knows exactly when to show up. “Hell yeah Kenny!”
Derek is bent over, clutching his nose. There’s a moment of shock on his features before he gets back on his feet and chargesKendall. Then it’s suddenly an all-out fight in the corner of this crowded living room.
I hear people start to scream and run away from the commotion. Uriah takes off to separate Derek and Kendall, while Atlas tries to keep others from joining in. A lot of the party goers are drunk and hyping the fight along. Everything becomes chaotic, and I’m worried the cops are going to get called. Or, at least, campus security.
The fire alarm starts to blare, and it startles everyone. More people start to escape, while Derek falls to the ground holding his nose. Blood appears and I realize that the last shot from Kendall must have broken something.
The living room starts to empty out, leaving only fraternity members behind. Uriah is holding Kendall back from Derek. Atlas has his head in his hands. The fire alarm stops just before Sam comes around the corner.
There’s a solemn but also static feeling in the room. Everyone here has wanted to punch Derek numerous times the past few months, but our standing with the frat has kept it from happening. Sam isn’t running a typical run-of-the-mill fraternity. He wants us to make a difference, help out. He wants a good future for all of us.
And yet, we’re all standing here either covered in blood or reeking of booze, our anger still palpable in the air.
“Someone get Kirkpatrick to McConnell,” Sam orders after he eyes the situation.
The direct dismissal of the situation makes Derek scoff. “Are you going to let them get away with this? He punched me for no reason!”
Our friend Dax speaks up from the corner of the room. “Seriously, Derek? You went over there looking for a fight. You can’t throw it on them just because they gave you one.”
Derek’s face reddens. “Shut it, Monaghan.”
Sam stands there with his hands in his pockets, calm as ever. “I don’t care who started it. You need to get your nose looked at. Again, someone take him to McConnell.”
There’s a second of silence. I’m not really sure if Derek has any real friends here, but still, a few guys go to help him up. Once they’re out of the room, Sam turns to us.
“Sorry, Sam. Derek was being a bigger asshole than usual,” I tell him.
“I know. You don’t have to convince me of that.” Derek has used Sam as the punchline for his ignorant jokes way too many times. He’s about as sick of him as the rest of us. He looks at Kendall. “Still, you’ll have to be prepared in case he comes after you for the broken nose.”
Kenny just nods, looking all too serious for his usual carefree self.
“Let’s clean this place up,” he says before walking out of the room. We’re all a bit confused for a second before we jump into action. If he wants those to be his final words, who are we to argue?
I just want to get out of here. From the looks my pack mates are giving me, it seems we have a lot to discuss.
Or, rather, one really important thing.
SEVEN
Playing: She by Harry Styles
The silence isloud as we walk into our home past midnight. There’s a heaviness circulating between us. It’s a subconscious feeling; all three of our alphas are on edge, and we’re all hesitant to talk about why.
Ciro practically leaps onto the couch. Even in his somber mood, there’s a pep in him. We all follow suit and sit around him. Atlas leaves the room but reappears with some ice for Kendall’s hand. He looks lost in his thoughts as he joins us, an uncertainty coming off of him that’s abnormal for our prime.
All of our scents are soured as they spread throughout the space, making our stress apparent.
I am livid in my skin. My alpha is still stirring deep down, wishing for retribution. The strong emotion coming from him leaves me confused. I thought my alpha had grown numb long ago, but I think he was just sleeping.
Why do I feel this way over a random omega?
I wanted to get the first punch on Derek so bad, but Kendall beat me to it. I look over at him and see that he’s still reeling from it.
“Will you tell me about her?” He breaks the silence, looking at Ciro with thoughtful intent. “I feel kind of weird fighting for someone I’ve never met.”
I stiffen. That’s what we’re all thinking, isn’t it?
