Rumors started going round about the pedovan, as well. The guy is the son of a prominent human in town. Problem is the Alpha is just as prominent, and I'm one of his officer's kids. There would be a court case where neither of us had to testify, and he was going to spend a year or so under house arrest or some other crap. Not like I was raped, and if someone comes after me, well, I was shifting any day at this point.

         But I went to the pack doctor, had him run a test and get me drugs for this damn itch. As I predicted, an STD--bacterial, one that I could fight off on my own as I'm a were, but STDs mess with your scent bad enough that it's embarrassing to let it continue.

          I had the joy of having to inform my mate that he infected me with his ho juice. We also did the workup for a pregnancy test--that came back negative. So, I had the doc print this out without my name being on it, in case he decides to use this crap as evidence to blackmail me or something stupid like that. Not that I'd let him. After all, I'm the real monster, not him.

          Now, the next day, I hid in a janitorial closet along his normal route and jumped out, yanking him in before anyone noticed. It was round 3rd period, when all the fight goes out of kids, right before lunch.

         "You didn't have to trap me in here to get laid, babe."

         I wasn't in the mood for flirting, especially since he acted like normal--that is, vaguely polite towards me with absolutely no recognition on his face while occasionally his hos tried to upset me about my very necessary weight gain.

         I just shoved the paper in his hand and watched him pale as he read over it.

         "How...what does this have to do with me?"

         "Do you even remember who you drunkenly fuck at parties?"

         He squinted at me. "That was you? Who else you slept with after you left me?"

         That was enough. "YOU WERE MY FIRST AND ONLY!" I took a deep breath, to calm down. "I walked home that night to get the hell away from that damn party."

         "Wait, you're the chick that was attacked by the mayor's son. Why is this my fault and not his?"

         "Dude, I'm trained for self-defense. That and they took everything for evidence. They did a DNA test on you yet?"

         He gave a subtle nod. No wonder he put all this together.

        "He didn't get anywhere! This shit? This shit is on you! And congrats, you're not going to have to pay child support!"

         His faced darkened, in rage. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, probably just pissed at my attitude. "I don't know what I was thinking, even touching a fat bitch like you. I would never choose you, sober."

         Neither would I, buddy.

         But damn, that hurt. It was a sufficient rejection, as you can't get these humans to formally reject you when they don't know about it. "Duly noted. Now, get the fuck out of here, I don't want to be seen leaving this closet with you."

          His face looked pained...and confused. The mate bond is a heavy thing, even for humans. But he left me alone, and I almost wanted to cry. I looked down at my feet while I counted out a few minutes in my head...and I didn't look up until after I took my first step...

          Which had me doing a double-take...someone dropped their car keys. Some very familiar car keys. That means I had to actually get near this asshole again.

         Went to lunch, pass by him with the intent of dropping his keys near him and being done with it, and HE instigates the insults, for once. Left me so pissed I kept the keys. Wasn't about to have people watching me because he was being an ass, drop them, and let these idiots try to fit the pieces together.

         It's embarassing enough to be emotionally tied to his ass.

        Had another class with him--never paid attention to me, in there before. Had the fucking nerve to call me "Gonorrhea girl" in front of my packmates.

         I just curled my lip and gave him back worse "Dude, I'm not the walking AIDS factory, ya hoebag. Don't forget to tell all your boyfriends to get themselves checked."

          And that's when I felt the first bone snap...as did the other weres in the room. My face paled more than my mate's did in the closet. Eros happened to be in this class: speech, usually taken Freshman year, but you could do it any year after that...so in this, he and I were Juniors while Mr. Ho was the only Senior. Well, he got me out and into the soundproof room that the gym teacher kept for us 1st shifters who were unfortunate enough to go in the middle of the day.

         It took me nearly all that last period to shift--an hour of hell, which was incredibly fast for a 1st shift...and suddenly, I could hear the mindlink. Everyone was fucking gossiping about my hoebag ex-mate and how he was acting like his insult was what drove me to leave the class.

          Fuck all this. I still had his keys on me, in the safe room. The door was operable by paws, so I picked them up in my jaws and made my way out to the student parking lot.

         Now, everything out there was under surveillance, so I couldn't break character to do the damage I wanted to do to his precious convertible mini-cooper.

         So, I tossed the keys like they were prey, then pounced on them like I was jumping through tall grass. Pressed my paw down on the button long enough for the skylight to open, then stepped on it again, to get the whole top to drop.

         By this time, classes were letting out, and my fool of a mate was coming out, bitching at his buddies about lost keys...just in time to see his keys on the ground near the door in a puddle of piss.

         Before he grabbed them, he glanced up as his car...that I was on top of, furry ass hanging over the windshield, as I dropped a deuce on the driver's seat.

         He instinctively grabbed the keys, repeatedly moaning out, "No, no, no!"

         Hands full of wet piss, trying to get that top closed after I had already finished my business. I trotted over to him and rubbed myself against his legs--couldn't help myself, really. This was the only affection my wolf would ever get off of him, and she hasn't even spoken up, yet. Probably still trying to process what was going on.

         But it wasn't for the affection--I just overloaded the mate bond with a sense of betrayal, and my human mate had no clue what it was he was feeling or where it came from. I betrayed him by defiling his property.

         He was so pissed he kicked me. I yelped like a dog and took off like he had hurt me--limp and all. Gotta remember, I was doing this for the cameras.

         Well, there isn't any cameras in or near the safe room, and I made it back in before Eros came to check on me. I was back in human form before he walked in--naked as a jaybird. The shift ate all my fat, the antibiotics were finishing their 24 hour cycle, and the shift burned through whatever remained of my illness, so I smelled like me, looked better than me, and was safe to sleep with.

         I knew what he wanted, and I knew why he was cautious. "My human mate rejected me today."

         "The one you called a walking Aids factory?"

         "Yeah...and he took what belongs to my mate, so there's no reason to feel guilt, if you want to do it, Eros."

         He sent out a command through the pack link, to stay away from the school's safe room, and we stayed there until nightfall, doing things I once thought I'd save for someone who would be mine for life. I couldn't help the small twinge of guilt over that. Also, we had to sneak off campus to get back to the packhouse.

          Eros drove me home and we had a serious conversation about what we'd be to each other. I told him about the VD, and that lead him to ask me out--not because we liked each other, but because monogamy would prevent us from having to worry about spreading diseases, as there were active ones on-campus. He couldn't imagine doing what my mate did to me, to his--just because he's a horny wolf.

         He was serious enough that he moved into my room--after all, I went through a first mate, no one would expect me to wait for another one, but as Eros had not found his mate, me moving into his room would have been a far worse insult than merely using me for safe sex. He promised me that he'd break our arrangement off the moment he found his mate, but wouldn't travel to find her until after highschool...which gives me close to 2 years of a boyfriend to keep between me and my mate, unless things change.

         The ho had the whole event on camera, and someone uploaded that mess online. Now, a were would strongly suspect what I was, but to humans, this dog did something that was a hair too smart for it, and a human beat a poor defenseless puppy.

         A ton of girls started leaving the animal abuser alone--not all, just enough to leave a player pretty damn insecure over the course of his Senior year, probably beyond. He couldn't even tell you why he kicked the dog, when he was sure it didn't know what it was doing.

         And no one ever traced it back to me, as I'm about the most average colored wolf out there, and just a hair undersized for a ranking female. I was plain lucky to never be connected to the event... Eros is the only one who suspects anything. Told me that shitting in public was a nasty animal behavior, but otherwise says nothing else about it--as you stay out of mate's fights, if you can help it.

         One strange thing resulted from this. My wolf came out rip-roaring mad at the ex-mate and is scheming to get pregnant for Eros. I can't trust her around him. Power-hungry bitch.

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         Moria_JAngel2 posted this story with anonymity, changing the name of her future Alpha and his brother. She can be found in the forums, and does answer most PMs.