Pulling up Camden’s records is child’s play now that I have his first name, and I quickly am able to print a photo of him on my printer.Camden Parker.Such an innocuous name for someone that is making my cock hard and intriguing me. Cutting it to the perfect size, ensuring the edges are even with my paper cutter, I rise from my chair to pin it to my bulletin board. My chest feels tight as I glare at it, and it’s simply another mark against him.
Strike three, little beta. It may not feel like a lot, but I can feel in my bones that there’s something not right with this guy. My instincts to protect my pack are pushing at me, which is the last nail in his coffin after Jamie insulted me. It never takes very much, but my pride is a bit hurt after Jamie’s words. It’s time to do a little digging and call in my pack.
Ten minutes later, I have the basics dug up on Camden. His last name, Parker, doesn’t ring any bells as I read his bio, and that he went to high school just outside of Chicago. A lot of people choose Crown Well to go to college because of its prestigious status. It’s not a big surprise that he’s fairly local.
Pulling out my phone, I use the group chat to summon them to my room. They never ignore my messages, even when they’re out getting shit faced, because I only use my power when necessary. Thankfully, Brooks is playing beer pong with a few of his football buddies and River is scaring a few of the freshmen with his glares.
Same shit, different day.
Me:
I have a new toy to play with. I’m in my usual spot.
River:
The King is watching over the peasants. I’m getting tired of making the freshmen piss themselves, anyway. I need something new to do.
My lips curve viciously because I think he’ll enjoy fucking with Camden. My alphas are bored, so I will gladly give them someone to entertain themselves with. However small, the slight smarts, and now that my curiosity is piqued, the little beta isn’t safe. Brooks checks his phone next, rolling his eyes up at the nearest video camera. Chuckling, I watch as his fingers fly over the screen before he flips off the camera by rubbing his middle finger over his eyebrow.
God, he’s such an asshole. A hot one, but that’s beside the point.
Brooks:
I’m coming because I want to, not because you commanded me to.
Rolling my eyes, I ignore him as I go over the details I’ve gathered so far. I have Camden’s class schedule, and I went so far as to rearrange it by hacking into the back office of the school. It was too easy, but this way one of us will be in a few of his classes.
Camden will be dreaming of our faces, due to seeing them so much. It’s satisfying to know that my obsession will lead to the beta becoming our favorite little cum dumpster.
“Alright, what do you have for me?” River asks, walking into the room. Brooks follows closely behind, his eyes already searching for a new face on my bulletin board. He knows the drill.
Camden’s photo is printed in color, his pink hair bright against the other photos, begging for attention the way his real life self does.
I’m going to make sure he gets it, too.
“Oh, he’s cute,” Brooks purrs, moving over to pull his photo off the board. A corner of it tears, making me wince. Fuck. I’ll need to print a new one. I had it perfect. “Shit, sorry, Lee.”
“It’s fine,” I grunt. “I’ll fix it. Look, we have a new student, and I think there’s something off about him. His records are clean, almost boring. His name is Camden Parker.”
“Your instincts are never wrong,” River reminds me. “If there’s something up, it means we need to follow that little beta to sniff out what’s up.”
“That’s one of the problems!” I explode, annoyed. “He has almost no scent, yet my cock has been rock hard since I met him. My dick is usually very well behaved.”
Brooks chuckles darkly, making me groan as my faint arousal fills the air. “I’ll attempt to not make things harder for you,” he says, winking. “You’re right though, I don’t think I can remember you even being interested in anyone that isn’t us. Are you saying you want to help us play with the beta?”
“He’s a damn tease,” I mutter. “Camden flirted a little with me, and then abandoned me to dance and grind on Jamie. The football asshole informed me the little beta couldn’t possibly be interested.”
Brooks' playful attitude evaporates as his brows draw down. His deep blue eyes are intense as he growls, “Show me. You know I hate that fucker. Any fuck toy of Jamie’s is worth taking from him.”
“How far are we taking this, boys?” River asks, leaning against the wall as I turn and show them the footage from earlier. The house is large enough that neither of them saw the spectacle they put on.
“Camden can move,” Brooks says, moving closer until he’s leaning over me to stare at the screen.
“He took his shirt off and I nearly swallowed my tongue,” I confess. “I think we should take it far enough to uncover all of his secrets while enjoying his body and all of his tight holes. I want to see how far he bends for us, and then we can see how much fun it is to break him.”
“Fuck, he does have a great body,” River says as he watches the recording of Camden dancing. “He’d make a killing as a dancer. Damn, why is he even at Crown Well, anyway?”
The idea of him dancing for anyone else makes me insanely jealous. I can’t even attempt to pull back my crazy, and I don’t really want to either.
