Page 4 of Rise of the Alpha

It’s been a few hours, and I still haven’t seen or heard a peep from Magz. I thought we had a great time earlier today, but now, she’s just dipped out. Maybe she didn’t enjoy this morning as much as I did.

Trying not to focus on my missing roommate, I sit at my desk, open a drawer and pull out my tarot cards and notebook. The best way to journal my intentions is by using my deck. Setting the deck on my desk and taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and focus only on the present. I push all the mundane thoughts from my head and center myself, then ask myself what my intention is at this moment.Magz.

Magnolia. I say her name, then grab my favorite purple pen and write the date and her name in my journal.

Taking the deck, I flip through it, thinking only of her, while I sift through the cards, splitting them into two piles. One that resonates with my intention and one that doesn’t. Once I’ve sorted the entire deck, I pick up the pile of resonating cards, laying them all out and letting them just speak to me. I’m not sure why I keep focusing on the Tower card. Almost like it’s calling out to me. Strangely, it just doesn’t give anything close to the vibes I felt from Magz. It’s so contradictory to the woman I met and hung out with earlier. Picking it up, I choose that as my card; it doesn’t have to make sense to me right away, that’s part of the magic.

The Tower card symbolizes sudden change, chaos, burn this shit to the ground type of stuff. This isn’t the card I wanted to pull when thinking of my new friend.Fucking hell, this is bad.Once you select a card, there is no way to change it. Just as I’m about to display the card and start to journal my thoughts about it and why it resonated with Magz, there’s a knock on our door.

Standing up and quickly putting my things away, annoyed I’m being interrupted and loudly voicing that to whoever is on the other side, I storm over to the door and fling it open. Standing there with his fist still in the knock position is a delightful specimen of a man.Did they let any unattractive people in the school this year?He’s every bit of six-foot-four inches and muscular as hell, with black hair buzzed short on the side, with the top long and slicked to the side. He’s had his barber shave a defined line on the left side of his head, distinguishing the buzzed section from the longer. Tattoos cover his forearms and biceps. Large brown eyes look back at me as he takes the hand frozen in mid-air and rubs the back of his head.

“How can I help you? Well, besides the obvious,” I ask, giving him a cocky little smirk.

“I’m Jude, in the room right above you; four twelve. We got a package delivered to our room this morning for a Magnolia Holloway. We figured we’d check the room with the closest numbers to ours before we turn it over to Security. Is that you?” he asks.

I take the package from him, and he quirks an eyebrow at me but lets me have it without issue. I walk over to Magz’s bed and set the package down, then turn back to face the sex on a stick in front of me.

“Magz is my roommate. She got here this morning, and I’m not quite sure where she’s at right now. We took a nap, and when I woke up, her little ass was MIA. But I’ll put it there on her bed for when she comes back,” I tell him and gesture for him to take a seat in the desk chair I just vacated. He ignores me and just leans against the door frame.

“So Jude, are you going to the Freshman Mixer tonight?” I ask, hoping he says yes, so we have some eye candy.

“Fuck no!” he fires out instantly.

I walk over to him and run my finger down his chest. “Such a shame. Magz and I—I’m Wylla, by the way—will be there. We were looking forward to hanging out and maybe even dancing with a guy such as yourself.”

I give him a little shove and close the door with a wink, laughing when I hear him groan as he walks away from our room. I look over at the box he brought and wonder what Magz could possibly have delivered that wouldn’t already be in the million things she brought with her. Then again, if her dad sent most of it without her knowing, this might be another daddy surprise package. Which reminds me, I walk over to the trash can, take out the picture she threw away and shove it into the back of our closet.

Maybe my girl has a little love triangle back home, and these fellas broke her heart or she broke theirs. I’ll save the picture in case she wants it later.

I’m sitting back at my desk with my light-up, makeup mirror set up on the desk. There has still been no sign of Magz, and I’m starting to worry. Wanting to distract myself, I decided to do my makeup and hope to Goddess she comes back so we can still go to the mixer together.

After priming my face, I apply my foundation, which is one of the lightest shades I can find. Having such creamy light skin is common among my coven, but it makes makeup and the summer sun a nightmare. The amount of sunscreen I go through is insane! I contour my nose to give myself a more slender, defined look that I like and throw some subtle contour on my cheeks.

Picking up my favorite bronzer,Dr. Pepp,I dab it on my cheeks, chin, and forehead, so I have some color. Then taking my blush,Meet me at Rose,I swipe some across my nose and cheeks. The last step before I can move on to the eyes is the highlight. I grab theTickle My Pickle.The name always makes me giggle.I brush a little right at the corner of my eyes on the zygomatic bone and a little bit on the very tip of my nose.

Onto the windows of my soul - the eyes. Of course, I like when they match my soul, so black it is. My soul isn’t actually black, but I like to joke that it is, especially when it comes to makeup, because I'm constantly asked why it's so dark.

After rubbing some black shadow on my eyelids, I dab my brush in a charcoal-like color and blend that out towards the outer corner of my eyelid. Taking my eyeliner, I draw a perfect line on each upper lid from the inner corner to the outer corner, giving me the best wing I’ve seen in a while before smudging the lower liner down just a bit to give me the smoky eye look I love. I then swipe some mascara on my lashes and take my trusty lipstick,Soulless,and apply it to my lips.

Finished, I look in the mirror and blow myself a kiss.Fuck, I’m hot.Black eyes, black lipstick, and rainbow hair make perfect sense. I quickly put my hair up in two little space buns, so I look like a sexy, gothic alien and call it a day for the hair and makeup. Now, I just need to pick my outfit. I want to wait for Magz to come back, so she can help me. It’s been hours.

Where the fuck is she?

Magnolia

Myeyesslowlyflutteropen, and I instantly notice three things: my pussy aching with need, my body burning up, and a weight sitting on my chest. Casting a glance to my left, I see Wylla nestled up close to me with her hand resting on my left tit as she gropes it. Her touch is sending waves of electricity all over my body and beelining right to my core, already wet with desire.

All my life, well, at least since my hormones couldn’t be ignored any longer, I knew I was attracted to both males and females. I love the contrast between the soft feminine body and the muscular, masculine body. My pack’s views on sexuality are very bigoted, and if I’d ever acted on those desires, it would have ended disastrously. I still craved both sexes but suppressed my body's lustful desires. It was easier and less heartache to just go along with the status quo of the pack. But fuck, this beautiful woman has those emotions and feelings breaking through. My nipples are pebbled under her touch, and all I want is to feel her mouth on mine.

I need to get out of here and clear my mind, figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I gingerly reach up and grasp her hand in mine, lifting it off my chest, and shimmy my body out from under her. Once I’m out of her reach, I pull my pillow down and place her arm on it. She instinctively cuddles into it. Fuck, if she isn’t adorable with her pouty lips and the little bit of drool leaking from them. Her shirt has shifted, giving an ample view of her breast. All I want to do is lean over and pop her stiff nipple in my mouth.

What the fuck is happening to me? This is more intense than I’ve ever felt before.

Knowing I need to shift and let my wolf out, I don’t even bother changing. Tiptoeing over to the door, I open it and step out into the hallway before closing it behind me. I scurry down the hallway toward the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. Needing desperately to get out of here and run. When I arrived at the dorm earlier this morning, I caught sight of the wooded area behind the building and my wolf screamed to be let free to roam. I promised she could run later and placated her longing to be free with the excitement of seeing our room and meeting our roommate. If only I knew then the instant attraction I would have to her.

Exiting the building, I turn to the left and head around to the back of it, straight for the treeline. Walking into the woods, I feel all the stress from my pack slowly rolling off of me as I inhale the scent of my new home, my new running grounds. I keep walking deeper and deeper until I find the perfect tree to stash my clothes in. I step behind it and slowly begin to remove my shoes and socks, followed by my shirt and shorts until I’m left standing in just my matching lacey, hunter-green bra and panties. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, allowing the straps to fall down my arms before removing it, folding it up, and laying it on top of my other clothes. Lastly, the panties come off. I pick up everything and set them safely in the nook at the base of the tree.

Stretching my arms above my head, I prepare for the shift. Other females in my pack spoke horror stories about their shift. Not wanting to appear different from them, I lied and told my own horror stories. Every time I did, my wolf would howl in laughter. Truth was, the shift was invigorating, my body craved the change, and my wolf eased me through it. I felt every bone break and morph, but there was never pain. Often, I felt like an outcast because of it.Time to run!My wolf calls.Yes, it is.Calling the shift, I feel the bones in my body begin to break and shift, molding into their new form. My mouth and nose enlarge and begin to stretch out into a strong muzzle. My legs buckle and elongate until I’m dropping down to the ground on all fours. Sitting back on her hind legs my wolf turns her snout up to the sky and lets out an ear-piercing howl before standing and taking off in a mad dash deeper into the woods. I’ve always stood out in my pack, being the only full white wolf. I often wondered how it happened with my father’s wolf being jet black and my mother’s brown.

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