Page 24 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince
Something inside me churns. I’d been feeling safe and relaxed because Jazz is here with me. I’ve been having so much fun with her and Marilou that I forgot who I actually am, whose sister I am.
Jazz grabs my arm and turns to face them directly. “What’s wrong? Why are you staring? Is there something on our faces? You look like you’ve never seen a girl before.”
I don’t know why she’s never afraid of anything. We are both seventeen, but she seems to be so much more mature. She is a beta wolf, so she’s not tiny, but she’s definitely not on par with these guys. Everyone around us stops in their tracks and stares. Some even giggle at Jazz’s comment.
Two of the guys look a bit uncomfortable at the ruckus going on around them, but the other three glare at Jazz and me. The three glarers step forward. Jazz pulls me behind her and stands in front of me, looking the tallest guy dead in the eye. “You need five guys to harass one girl?” she deadpans.
More murmurs around us, and I notice how slowly a crowd seems to form around us.
“Listen,” one of the guys hisses. “We don’t have any beef with you, whatever your name is. But that bitch behind you… You know what her sister did. Let her come forward so we can deal with her and show her how we treat traitors.”
“The heck I will,” Jazz huffs. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Jazz, Val…” Marilou appears in the crowd, pushing through the masses.
“Oh, awesome,” one of the bullies huffs. “Just what we needed. Now the weak-ass omegas come crawling forward too.”
“You might want to watch your tongue,” Jazz says evenly. “She’s from Red Claw, and her Luna is the very ‘omega’ you are supposedly trying to avenge. At least get your facts right.” She nods toward the two guys standing behind him. “You are from Moon Blood like us. You know this here goes against our Alpha’s and retired Alpha’s command.”
My eyes widen. So that’s why they don’t participate. Moon Blood has a zero-tolerance policy toward bullying.
“She’s right,” one of the boys in the background mutters. “The redhead is from Red Claw; you don’t want to pick a fight with their pack. And our Alpha doesn’t want Lauren’s family to get harassed. Let them be, Don.”
The guy—Don?—just rolls his eyes. “I’m not from your pack,” Don hisses. “I don’t give a shit, and I don’t care about the little red-haired omega or the black chick, although…” He makes a vulgar gesture towards Jazz. “She does get me riled up.”
“This one is not interested in guys,” one of his friends snickers.
Don raises his eyebrows. “Is that so? Maybe she needs a taste of my dick to know for sure.”
What!? How dare they? I move forward, glaring at him. “Show her some respect.” I hate how small my voice sounds, and I wish I could have thrown insults at him.
“Oh, so that’s what’s going on,” Don sneers at Jazz. “You have the hots for that little traitor girl?”
“Believe it or not,” Jazz huffs. “Not everything in the world revolves around your dick.” The crowd around us laughs again. “And people can be friends with each other without wanting to get into each other’s pants, or are you talking out of experience, and you guys fuck each other regularly?”
Some kids around us laugh openly while others whisper and chuckle. I can see a few filming the whole scene.
Something in Don’s eyes flashes now, something dark. He looks ready to punch Jazz, and I pull her back with me a bit. Jazz shoves me behind her again. “I don’t care who you are or what you want,” Don huffs. “I, however, want to play with the little bitch behind you.”
My heart sinks at his words yet beats faster at the same time. I wish I would be stronger and less awkward, but unfortunately, I am the way I am.
Don comes closer and punches the wall next to Jazz and me. “Get out of my way, you little—”
“I would be very careful choosing your next words, Donnan Moore,” a calm yet cold voice reaches us from the side.
Don blinks, turning his head. To my surprise, the crowd parts almost magically, all students shifting to let someone through. A tall, beautiful girl approaches us. Her whole body is athletic, showing off the long hours of training she probably goes through. She has long, killer legs in black skintight jeans and the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen on someone. It’s long and black and falls down her back in slight waves. Everything about her screams power. I can't believe she is just seventeen, like Jazz and me. Her eyes are blue, and the gaze in them is icy as she looks at Don.
Don and the other guys move back from us instantly. “Lady Aurelia.”
“Just so we are clear, if I ever see you harass Valerie Wright or any of her friends ever again, you will need to deal with me.” She says coolly. She doesn’t yell, but her tone is threatening enough. “Am I clear?”
“We didn’t know you were friends,” Don stutters.
“Even if we weren’t, it doesn’t give you the right to play judge and harass an innocent girl who is weaker and smaller than you. Or do you get a kick out of doing exactly that?” she asks sharply.
Don raises his hands and takes another step back. “It’s a misunderstanding,” he mutters.
Aurelia looks at the two guys who have been keeping their distance. “I respect that you tried to stop what’s going on, but you might want to reconsider who you acquaint yourselves with. Your Alpha Celine holds her values in high regard, so do most of her pack warriors and officials.” She turns to the crowd, eyeing them and searching for a small group of omegas. They are looking nervous, and it seems they have been messed with too. “And since we are already on the topic, my brother, Alpha Liam of Red Claw, gave clear orders that omegas should be treated with respect. If anyone else here is going against omegas, I’ll tell him that a bunch of bullies have a problem with his ethics and moral compass. You can discuss your issues with him directly.”
