Warning: Graphic sexual violent scene. 

Jasper

I walk into moms Ice cream shop pouting, but my mood shifts instantly at the site of him. My beta. Thomas Jacobs is by far the sexiest man I have ever seen. Even my wolf agrees eagerly yipping at the site of him. He glares up at me when I enter his piercing blue eyes making my pulse race.

I have always enjoyed teasing Thomas to his extreme annoyance. Today is no different. "Hello, Beta Thomas." I greet teasing a little at the fact that he's not really Beta though he likes to act like it.

"Hello, Jasper." He replies in his grumpy cute way enunciating my name in a very deliberate way that stirs something inside me. I know he has done it to emphasize the fact that he has dropped my title, but I like it and so does my wolf whining eagerly at the sound.

"I'll be your alpha soon. Might as well get comfortable saying it." I sneer. I have always enjoyed teasing him enjoying how riled up he gets. I like his attention. Who wouldn't with those intense blue eyes and coppery radiant hair?

"Alright, Alpha Jasper." He answers through gritted teeth trying to smile, but it looks more like a snarl. My wolf likes that even more yipping excitedly while pacing around. "What are you doing here?" He asks in a more even tone.

"Mom said she wanted me here." I reply, twiddling my fingers on the glass of the ice cream case nervously. Sure, I wish he liked me but the only way I have ever been able to get his attention is by being a pain in his neck. "I'll take a mint chip." I request cheekily.

"Cones are over there." He answers, annoyance back in his voice.

"Don't you wanna make it for your Alpha? Beta?" I ask teasingly.

"No." He replies simply. I pout dramatically as I look over the cone selection. I choose a waffle cone filling it up with mint chip. I stare at Thomas intently as I take a large lick of the ice cream cone. Anything for a reaction.

"Hi, Jasper." Mom greets, coming out of the back room.

"Hey, mom." I say guiltily from the impure thoughts I was just having about our Beta with mouth still full of ice cream. I give her a big hug to hide the shame in my cheeks. I don't make it common practice clueing my mom in on my sexual fantasies of which there are many. I will find my mate soon and she will remain blissfully ignorant. Of course, I plan to live a little first. I had hoped out of under her watchful eye, but when I snuck of to school early she summoned me here.

Mom pulls away, looking at me as if I could do no wrong. My life is perfect, having never faced a day of adversity, so why does it feel impossible to meet the expectations. Would she still look at me like that if she knew what I was doing in Europe all summer? I don't even feel comfortable sharing these thoughts with Sahrah my twin. She thinks she has the moratorium on werewolf sexual identity crisis.

"Come on boys. Delivery is here." Mom instructs, locking up the store. I watch Thomas walk into the back out to the truck lifting the first box with ease. As he's coming back, I peel off my shirt so he gets a full view of my tanned torso. I catch him looking, smirking to myself triumphantly, as I carry two boxes.

"You shouldn't carry two." He scolds in that annoying tone he uses when he's pretending to be my dad. He is only a few years older but likes to pretend like he is so much wiser. Always has.

"Why. It isn't heavy." I demand with a scowl.

"You're going to drop it." He continues while reaching for the top box. I pull them away from him indignantly. The top box slips off the bottom one falling to the ground. Milk seeps out the corner of the box bringing a low growl from Thomas's throat. Shit.

I put down the box, hurrying to clean up my mess before mom sees. Why can't he just treat me like an adult. I am 18 now. Not that he knows that. He wasn't even here for my birthday. I see other beta and alpha relationships and feel so jealous of how close they are. They're usually like best friends, but the beta always respects the alpha. They respect each other. Thomas doesn't respect me at all.

I go to push Thomas's hand away from the box, not interested in his help but freeze at the contact. My wolf howls excitedly while my entire body lights up at his touch. He pulls his hand away and my wolf yips despondently. I straighten, looking at him, not bothering to hide the lust I have felt for him for so long despite my hurt at his initial rejection. I am met with a look of confusion and horror. I step toward him in desperation at my wolf insistence. He turns and runs back into the ice cream shop and I watch him go.

My wolf growls a low threatening tone. I am not sure if at me or at Thomas, but the sound emboldens me. I am his Alpha and his mate. He can't turn his back on me. I catch up to him in the ice cream shop lobby. I grab his arm pulling him toward me. He looks at where my hand touches his arm an undeniably lustful expression on his face. He used to look at Isabella like that. His expression shifts in a moment turning to a glare. He pulls his arm away but without success. I smirk triumphantly. I have always been stronger than him to his extreme annoyance. Any time we sparred during training I would win. He glares at me with a deadly look a low growl emitting from his throat, but I can tell his wolf isn't in it.

He punches me in the face, and I am completely not expecting it receiving the full force of his fist to my skull. I release his arm staggering. Before I can recover he's tackled me to the ground, then delivers more punishing blows. I am ready for these ones with my arms up to protect my face.

I grapple him, managing to get hold of his neck and one arm, holding him to me, while pinning his legs so that are groans are pressed together. I force his lips to mine in a violent kiss. He yields for only a moment before a sharp pain erupts in my lip and I taste blood. I laugh at the sissy move. Our lips wrestle like this for a moment with me trying to kiss him and him trying to bite me.

He breaks my hold and returns to punching me furiously. I am encouraged that he doesn't run. I am stronger but he is usually faster. Or shift. The first to shift wins the fight.

Suddenly he is torn off of me to my extreme disappointment. "Can't you two get along for one day?" mom demands with a scary growl. "Look at the mess your making of my store. that's a 100 dollars' worth of milk you two spilt."

"Don't cry over spilt milk." I say perhaps a little high from the thrill of finding my mate and having our groins grinding together. Mom smacks me on the back of the head, hard.

"I'm sorry Luna. I have to go." Thomas says in his 'I am a mature adult' voice. It is hard to find it annoying like I usually do.

"That is probably for the best." Mom replies.

I jump up to stop him at the site of his hasty retreat, but mom stops me grabbing hold of my shoulder length black hair.

"Where do you think you're going? You have a mess to clean up." She chides, directing my attention to the strewn tables of the ice cream shop lobby. A couple napkin holders fell and popped open, spewing their contents all over.

"Fine." I concede, so she'll release my hair.

I let my mind wonder as I clean up, remembering the feel of Thomas's lips and imagining what I will do next time we're together, which I'll make sure is soon. Why didn't I tell mom we were mated? Maybe I am sure it's some kind of mistake and if I tell they'll fix it. That is the last thing I want. 

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