It doesn’t take much to piss me off, it just depends on how I’m feeling that particular day. I was in a decent mood the night Camden and Jamie made me feel less than worthy, which means I’m going to enjoy striking the match to destroy the little beta.
My lists begin in my head as I walk across the Student Union. These lists help me keep track of everything, hold me accountable, and maintain order. They also help me keep the rage building inside of me at bay. I don’t lose control, I can’t.
The student job board is littered with flyers, and I watch people tear off numbers or take photos. Picking off flyers that offend me because they’re in the way, I allow them to fall to the ground before I clear enough space for mine.
“Hey! You can’t do that,” a student complains behind me as I pull out a pin and perfectly push it into my flyer. It took me a half hour to get it perfectly set. It should be in a good place to be seen.
Turning my head, I raise my brow at him. “What exactly can’t I do?” I ask, memorizing his face.
A girl rushes over to him, panic written all over her face as she grabs his arm.
“I’m so sorry, Henley,” she gasps. “He’s new this year. I’ll explain things to him.”
Pursing my lips, I turn away from the board, shoving my hands in my pockets. Even my appearance is tidy, my dark blue pants fitting with my cream sweater. The sleeves are shoved up to my elbows, but they’re both perfectly even, and my shiny black shoes are clean enough to be licked.
Hmm that’s an idea.
“I’ll forgive this if he drops to his knees and licks my shoe,” I murmur, dead serious as I cock a waiting brow.
The guy looks as if he’s about to piss himself now that he can see my face. Ah, I guess he does know who I am, he merely didn’t recognize me. There’s no excuse, and I gaze pointedly at him then to my shoe.
“This offer does expire, boy,” I growl.
Stammering in confusion, he seems to understand I’m not joking, dropping to his knees as his friend whispers, “Do it, Trace. Please.”
She knows well enough that I’ll fuck up her little life too, as soon as I have the time to and if I have enough motivation.
No one understands why I do what I do, take things as far as I tend to. I don't even truly know why. I just enjoy watching people bend to my will and the high of power I get is a nice rush to my cock. I don’t have any control over my life and what my father wants for me, but this helps.
I get to take back what I don’t have at home with a demanding father and a mother who couldn’t care less about me, as long as she has the latest fashions. My father wanted an alpha for a son, and unfortunately got me instead. I balance out my pack, even with how intense I am. I protect them.
Trace bows lower and lower, and I sigh in impatience.Why is everything such a production?As it is, I’m going to have to sanitize and clean my shoes after this.
“I’m waiting,” I drawl, and his friend shoves his head against my shoe, making me chuckle under my breath.
Trace makes certain I can see him lick my shoe, and my stomach turns. Saliva from peasants is simply disgusting. This was a necessary evil, though.
“A bit of friendly advice, Trace,” I hiss, leaning over to lift and toss him away from me. I’m every bit as strong as my pack, I simply don’t flaunt it the way they do. “Keep your nose clean, make certain you know the ramifications of your words before you speak.”
“I will. I… I’m sorry,” Trace stutters before clambering to his feet to leave with the girl.
Hmmm, not even a thank you. I’ll remember that.
Everyone else looks away as I stroll across the bottom floor, looking for a place to set up. It’s busy as people are settling into their study habits, and frankly, too damn loud for me. Moving to the stairs, I climb them to the second level, where I’ll have a good view of the entire first floor. If I can find a good table, he’ll never know I’m here when he goes by the job board.
Walking toward an occupied table that I’ve decided I need, I smile viciously as the group sees me and begins to pack up quickly.
“We’re just leaving,” one of the girls says quickly.
“Yes, it’s too busy in here, let’s go back to the dorm,” another girl suggests as they hurry past me.
“Appreciate it,” I purr, pulling out a wet wipe to clean off the table.
I already have saliva on my shoe, I’m at my limit for disgusting fluids. Throwing out the used wipe, I pull out my laptop and gaze down at the first floor from my new throne. No pink-haired beta.
As I begin working on an upcoming project due in the next couple of weeks, I periodically do a sweep around the bottom floor. It makes it more difficult to concentrate, but splitting my focus is something I excel at. I’m half way through the assignment by the time Camden comes in an hour later, meaning it’s time well spent.
I’m going to need to look closer at what he’s been doing in that last hour, because I despise not being able to account for his time. He belongs to me until I say otherwise.
