Page 7 of Rise of the Alpha

My dad had messaged me last night as soon as he heard through the wolf’s grapevine that the Exodus Pack had sent a wolf to Arcayne University this year. The first wolf they’ve let attend in over seventy-five years, according to my dad. We’ve all grown up hearing stories of the Exodus Pack, but most of us have never met a wolf that actually was a part of it. Their pack is extremely closed off and secretive. They don’t mate with wolves from outside their pack, and I heard that each female wolf takes multiple mates, which isn’t totally unheard of for supernaturals. However, we’ve heard gossip saying none of those pairings are mate bonds, but the results of some battle royale males have for certain females. I’m not sure if all that’s true since we’ve not met an Exodus wolf, but I’m hoping that changes tonight.

If I could meet this male and get friendly with him, it would really secure my place as the Stoneridge Alpha Heir. Making an ally of the Exodus Pack would be unheard of. Maybe they’re not as bad as people claim, and this guy and I could become friends. I’m assuming they sent a male since they don’t ever let women leave, let alone advance their studies. Women are, from what I hear, only used for homemaking and reproducing. Which can’t possibly be right because female wolves especially are getting rarer and well, you’re supposed to love and care for your female like she’s the most special creature there ever was. It has to be their Alpha’s son that's come here, it’s the only possibility.

That doesn’t matter, though, I have to find this wolf and make an alliance. Our pack has been an outsider among the others ever since my dad made the decision to allow other shifters to settle on our lands. Since that decision, other packs have thought of us as being weak. We’re one of the larger packs in the country.Thelargest if they’d count our non-wolf members. We opened our lands to other species by application and interview only. We don’t just take any and every shifter. We make sure we take those who truly want to better our world and rid it of bigotry.

You fill out an application, then my dad sorts through them. If you make it past that round, the next step is meeting with him and the Stoneridge board we voted in to help with the integration. If you are selected after the interview, you’re given a ninety-day trial, and if it doesn’t work, you’re asked to leave immediately. We’ve had hundreds of applicants and have accepted and welcomed ten other supe types to our land.

The Rodriguez family, which is Z, his parents, and his baby sister Eliza. Then there is, of course, Jude, his dad, and older brother, Magnus; the Goodmans. We have the singular Dire wolf; the family of black bears and some Hawk shifters.

A coven of witches also recently applied, theSamara Covento be exact. I’m not familiar with them, but apparently, they were given a vision from the Goddess that they needed to be within our pack lands. They wouldn’t specify more than that until they were approved. My dad and the board met and let them through to the interview process. He said their application was actually pretty impressive. The only thing they mentioned that raised a little bit of a question was that they have one younger member of the coven who has ties to theMatilda Coven. TheMatilda Covenis known to be ruthless in all things. The leaders of theSamara Covenhave agreed to an interview in two weeks when their youngest member with theMatildaties can meet via video chat since they’re apparently here at this school.

My dad asked if I could investigate this young witch, but I told him I was busy looking into the Exodus wolf. Then I let it slip that when I arrived on the plane, I caught the scent of the most delightful creature. The way I was drawn to this scent has me thinking the owner is my mate bond. It was sweet and had my mouth watering, but I was off the plane before I could search for the owner. My father had a driver waiting for me; having set up a meeting between me and the Dean. The Dean wanted to make sure this new Exodus Pack wolf and I would have no ‘issues’.While en route, I got the call that the Dean needed to cancel due to personal issues.There goes my chance at solidifying who the Exodus wolf is.

The guys and I spent the rest of the afternoon ribbing each other and scouring theSupeChatlooking for them, with no luck. Who doesn’t have aSupeChat?Jude starts going on about what he’s going to wear tonight. Fucker should’ve been born a girl, he’s such a prima-donna.

“I’m going to go grab a shower,” Z says, grabbing a pile of clothes and taking them with him.

As soon as he is out the door, Jude starts laughing, "Fifty bucks he's gonna rub one out to that wolf girl.”

“Why would I take a bet on something like that when I know I’m gonna lose? I’m gonna give him about twenty minutes to rub that monster cock of his, then I’m gonna take a shower too.”

After thirty minutes, I showered quickly. Hurrying through my bathroom routine, I slid on a dark wash pair of jeans and a light gray Henley, pulled on my black lace-up boots, and quickly ran some hair wax through my short, shaggy brown hair and called it a day.

Forty minutes later, I’m dressed and ready for this mixer, just waiting for fucking Jude to move his ass. He has to make sure every strand of his black hair is in its perfect place. Z, like me, just showered and changed into fresh jeans and a Henley.

I have one mission tonight.Okay, maybe two.Find information on this Exodus wolf, if not meet him myself, and see if the scent from the plane is anywhere in the vicinity. While I’d like to meet these hotties from Z and Jude’s day, securing this alliance is my priority, then maybe meeting who I think might be my mate.

Jude comes storming out of his closet, whining about not having anything to wear to impress Sex Sprinkle Barbie from earlier. No, I’m not exaggerating, he literally called her that. He settles for a pair of light wash distressed jeans and a black curved hem t-shirt. He gels his hair, so it stays exactly how he wants it. Before we walk out the door, he pumps a little lust into the room, along with freshening his personal scent with some extra desire.

Fucking incubus, tonight is going to be interesting, to say the least.

Magnolia

Aswewalkdownthe cobblestone sidewalk leading from our dorm to the quad in the center of the campus where the mixer is being held, I’m fully regretting my decision to let Wylla dress me. It took her a whole ten minutes of looking through my clothing to throw her hands in the air with an audible sigh of frustration. Storming across the room to her closet, she began flipping through her clothes, mumbling under her breath about how she needed to take a bitch shopping for something not so ‘Little House on the Prairie’.

She has me dressed in a skin-tight black dress with a single strap that wraps around my left shoulder. The front plunges down into a deep ‘V’ ending right between my tits. Thank god for being blessed with perky breasts because there is no way in hell I’m able to wear a bra with this. Then to top it all off, it has cut-outs all along the sides. I keep reaching down, tugging on the bottom of the dress as it rides up my thighs, and with it stopping just under my ass cheeks, I’ll be giving everyone here a show. Being naked in front of others when you shift is one thing, but to be on display just for the pure hell of it is a totally different entity altogether.

“Stop fidgeting, you look hot as hell. A tasty little snack for the people here,” she snaps at me as she slaps my hand away from where I’m pulling on the dress. My vagina feels like it’s on display for the world, and all I can hear is my father’s harsh voice in my head reminding me not to embarrass him or the pack.

“Easy for you to say.” Pouting, I turn my head to gaze at her. She’s dressed in some black denim booty shorts that mold to her ass, allowing just a tease of her cheeks that are peeking out the bottom. Her boots come up to her knees, leaving the ripped fishnet stockings she wears to show off her exposed thighs. The ripped, crop top band tee is the icing on her outfit. Her hair is down, hanging in wavy rainbow curls that flow down her back to just above her ass. “Some of us are dressed more comfortably than others,” I say, rolling my eyes.

She steps closer to me, linking her arm through mine, and goosebumps rush to the surface of my skin. God, her touch thrills me in a way no one ever has before. My thong is already sopping wet from the excitement of her touch.Fuck me!How am I going to make it with my hormones going crazy over her? Hell, I don’t even know if she feels the same. Yeah, she’s made slight innuendos about her sexual orientation, but that doesn’t mean shit.

Not to mention, she’s already talking about the guy who lives above us. He’s more her speed than a virgin who’s never even been kissed before. I don’t know what type of warning my father sent out, but every male in the pack was scared to even get close to me, let alone be caught kissing me.

The thumping bass becomes louder as we get closer to the quad. The amount of people here is mind-boggling. I can feel my nerves rising, and I’m already regretting coming tonight. I just want to turn and run as fast as I can back to the dorms.

Wylla unlinks our arms and grabs me by the hand, pulling me along faster toward the partying crowd. I look like a duck out of water trying not to fall in the six-inch heels she made me wear. It’s fucking lucky that we not only wear the same size in clothes but shoes as well.

“Slow down, Wylla, or I’m going to bust my ass!” I call out to her, barely getting it out through the laughter.

“Nope, no time for that. I’ve got me a hottie to find, and some drinking to do,” she sings out to the beat of the music.

Yep, there’s absolutely no way I can compete with what she all but described as a sex god. He could have her screaming seven ways to Sunday as she orgasms, and I wouldn’t even know where to start. I know how to flick my own bean, but what would I do with a guy or a girl? Groaning, I move faster to keep up with her, and within a couple of minutes, we’re breaching the outer limits of the quad.

People are crowded around a makeshift dance floor, where bodies are writhing together in vulgar movements. I’m frozen in place, both in shock and awe at the same time. How amazing it must be, to be this free with who you are.

“Let’s get something to drink. What do you want?” Wylla asks excitedly.

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