Trigger Warning ⚠️ Bullying, Verbal Abuse, Mature Language

SILVER

My mother and I had indulged in some excessive pampering and shopping for new clothes. It was a busy day, and I had made several trips up and down the flights of stairs, carrying bags from the garage to my room. With each step I took, the stairs creaked beneath me. The aroma of new clothes filled the air as I dumped the garments on my bed.

After my third trip up, Jarek appeared at the top of the stairs, looking disgruntled. The noise I was making had disturbed his nap. He had to go to pack training soon and was not in the mood for any disturbances. I ignored him and continued to my room, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the hallway. I reached my door and slammed it shut behind me, feeling both relieved and frustrated by the interruption.

Spinning around, I admire myself in the new dress my mom picked out. The fabric is soft against my skin, and the vibrant colors make me feel alive. I appreciate my reflection in the floor-length mirror hanging on my door, admiring the way the dress flares out as I twirl. I can hear the soft rustle of the material as I move, and I catch a whiff of the sweet scent of my perfume. Dad might not approve of this dress, but I can't help but feel beautiful in it. Mom promised to handle any objections from him, so I decide to enjoy this moment of feeling confident and glamorous.

The boho dress is a sight to behold, reaching mid-thigh and sure to stir up trouble with dad. Its delicate baby-blue lace brings out the natural hue of my eyes - a breathtaking sky-blue. I love the way the soft fabric grazes against my skin, that is sending shivers down my spine. The dress features a daring deep V-neck that stresses the swell between my breasts, which I know will make my father go ballistic. The sleeveless design, held up by thin spaghetti straps, exposes my shoulders to the cold air flowing through the vents. But the cute cream-colored sunflowers splashed throughout the dress, make it all worth it. I can't wait to show off my new attire and make heads turn.

Looked at myself in the mirror with a smile. "I look like a normal human for once." But just as I took a step back, my door flew open, startling me.

Jarek's voice is deep and menacing as he growls. "What the fuck are you wearing?" He grips my shoulders tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, and shoves me against the bedroom wall with such force that I struggle to catch my breath. His cologne fills my nostrils as fear and confusion race through my heart. Meanwhile, the rough texture of the wall scrapes against my stomach and breasts, adding to my discomfort.

"One would call this a dress, Jarek. Are you seriously that dense?"

Smirking with a hint of amusement, I roll my eyes in exasperation as I stomp my heel into his foot. The sharp sound of my heel hitting his shoe echoes through the room, making me feel somewhat satisfied. He briefly releases me, and I take advantage of the opportunity to spin around, using all my might to deliver an uppercut to his jaw. The sound of his teeth clashing together in response fills the air. He roars in anger and squeezes my arms painfully, making me wince in pain. Then he narrows his eyes as he glares into mine, the intensity of his gaze making me feel like I'm trapped. Clasping my wrists in one hand, he brushes away the whips of hair concealing my orbs.

"What the hell?"

"I persuaded mom into letting me get colored contacts. It took me all day because she believes I shouldn't disguise what distinguishes me from others."

"Change, now," he said, his voice stern and urgent. With a forceful grip, he yanks me towards the closet, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the room.

With my heart racing, I yelled, "If you don't let me go, I will kick your precious jewels so hard that they'll lodge up your backside. You won't be able to bear offspring!" His grip tightened on my arm, but I could feel his momentary hesitation. Seizing the opportunity, I fiercely head butted him in the nose. I heard the sickening crunch of cartilage and felt the warm splatter of blood on my face. As he stumbled backward, I lunged forward, and we both crashed into the closet. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the musty smell of clothes assaulted my nostrils, and I grunted as landed on top of him.

"What's wrong with you?" he bellows, his voice echoing off the walls of the cramped space. I feel his grip loosen on my wrists as he presses his hand to his nose to stem the flow of blood. I can smell the metallic tang of it mixed with the musty scent of the closet. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my palms are slick with sweat. "Are you crazy?" he shouts, his eyes flashing with anger.

"I refuse to let you bully me anymore. I might not have my wolf, but I'm stronger than you. Get the hell out of my room and stay away from me. That goes for Xillon and Zane as well."

As I grasp his nose and push it back into place, a sickening crunch echoes through the room. His agonizing screams, which fill my ears with a piercing intensity, almost drowned the sound out. The smell of blood and sweat permeates the air, making me cringe in disgust. Despite being a mere human, I marvel at my ability to overpower his supposed wolf shifter strength that has him writhing in pain beneath me. It's a strange and unsettling feeling, but one that fills me with a sense of power and control.

"Don't be such a baby," I scold, the sound of my voice echoing off the walls. "Trex should have you healed within an hour." I gestured towards the door, my fingers clenching into fists. The soft carpet beneath my feet felt comforting, but the tension in the room was palpable. "Now get out," I barked, my chin jutting forward in a show of authority.

Being the jerk he is, he chuckles and turns his back on me to leave and said, "do you think getting a new wardrobe, a new hairdo and contacts will make you popular?"

"Oh. One more thing before you leave. My name isn't Silver. You continually refer to me that way. So much so, mom calls me by that name as well."

"Silver, Annalise is not a suitable name for you."

"My name is Annalise, and you will call me Annalise from now on."

As I cross my arms, I tilt my chin towards the door, signaling that I am done with the conversation. In response, he growls and grabs me, pushing me forcefully against the wall. I can see the change in his eyes as they glow with a golden hue, showing that Trex, his wolf, is taking over.

"I am the future alpha of this pack. I don't take orders from you. Do as I say. You aren't going anywhere dressed like that. Do you understand me? And I'll call you whatever I please."

It's challenging for me to identify who I'm talking to as his eyes keep changing from blue to gold.

"Trex?"

"Yes."

"I will manage. I can look after myself. Please release me."

"Your character is something I admire. I don't expect you to change who you are because my human counterpart is an idiot."

"I'm sixteen years old. It was bound to happen. Let me go."

As he bared his teeth in frustration, I could see the veins in his neck bulging. With an unexpected, forceful movement, he freed me from his grip. I could hear his ragged breaths as he turned and rushed out the door, his cologne lingering in the air. The abrupt release left me both relieved and shaken.

I'm wondering how much of the altercation was Jarek and how much was Trex. It's amusing because I was planning on changing into my training gear, anyway. I was just trying on the dress before taking it to the laundry room to be cleaned. But now he seems to take an interest in my appearance when he never has before. It's odd, but what's even stranger is that my core is pulsing from conversing with Trex. And the massive bulge digging into my bellybutton means that he's turned on, too.

JAREK

With frustration, I reach into my subconscious to converse with my wolf. 'I didn't need you interfering. I was handling everything fine on my own.'

He chuckles and shakes his head. 'Like hell you were. She broke your nose. You are weak and feeble-minded. She will destroy you.'

'Go to sleep and get out of my head.'

He snickers once again and turns his back on me. 'Okay. Good luck with training. I'll enjoy watching her whoop your ass without me there to help you.'

His low chuckle echoes in my mind. The hollowness in my head overwhelms me as he pushes himself deeper into my subconscious. I can't sense him anymore. And then, a sharp pain shoots through my nose, causing my eyes to water and my knees to buckle. The scent of blood fills my nostrils, and I taste the metallic tang on my tongue. The witch got me good, and I curse myself for sending Trex away before my injury could heal.

As I called out for Trex, I strained my ears for even the slightest sound of his presence, but there was no response. I searched for him in vain, unable to sense him within the confines of my mind. Frustrated, I sighed and spoke aloud, "I'm sorry, but I need you here. I can't go to training with my nose busted."

A split second passes before he bursts out of hiding. With no warning, I shift. Chaos ensues as he sprints around my room, knocking over furniture and other items. The pungent smell of sweat and fur fills the air. The sound of heavy breathing mixed with the sounds of shuffling feet and items breaking creates a cacophony of noise. He's unable to escape due to me closing my door upon entering my room earlier.

In horror and frustration, I latch onto our link and yell, 'What the actual fuck, Trex? Mom's going to kill us. She won't let us in the house after this. Shift, damn it so I can open the door!'

He whimpers and frantically scratches at the wooden door. His paws creating a rhythmic tapping sound that echoes through the room. Despite his distress, he refuses to let me take control and open the door. A faint yet distinct aroma of Silver's perfume wafts through the air, tickling my nostrils. I can feel the delicate fragrance lingering in the hallway, emanating from outside my room. Knowing that Silver's room is next to mine, I realize she must be approaching to investigate the commotion.

The door bursts open with a loud bang echoing through the space. She strides inside, smiling widely and shaking her head. Trex, the damn traitor, bounds in her direction, wagging his tail and licking the hand she extends towards us. I catch a whiff of the faint scent of her perfume as she scratches behind our ears, causing a pleasant tingling sensation to course through my body. Her chuckles fill the air as Trex licks her cheek, his tongue leaving a wet trail on her skin.

She said, shaking her head, "You know mom prohibits transforming in the house, Trex."

As he lies down, he rolls over, exposing his belly for her to rub. What was once an enormous shifter wolf now appeared to be a domestic dog. But things take a downward spiral as he gets a boner. Luckily, she remains unaware of his arousal and continues to giggle and pet him.

"I wish Jarek cared for me as much as you do. None of it matters, though. When I reach eighteen, I'm leaving the pack."

Confusion overwhelms me. What is she talking about? His thoughts stay a mystery as he refuses to communicate with me. He turns and pounces on her, using his strong paws to pin her down. She whimpers and he shakes his head before showering her with sloppy kisses. The sound of his panting fills the room.

As my anger reaches a boiling point, I lose control and demand, "Shift, damn it! You're embarrassing the shit out of me!" So he complies, my embarrassment taking all new heights as I realize I am left laying naked on top of her with a raging boner.

Struggling to stand up, I turn quickly so she doesn't notice my erection and yell, "Damn it! Get out of here!"

"Are you alright, Jarek?" she asked. How she can switch gears so fast is beyond me. Silver hates me just as much as I hate her.

To end the altercation, I groan and run my hand down my face. The only solution to convince her to leave is to apologize. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole," I said. "Trex has lost his damn mind. I need a minute, okay? I'll be late for training. Can you vouch for me? I know I deserve a beating, but please do that for me, Annalise."

Her scent is driving me crazy. The intensity of it is causing my body to react without my control. My cock is throbbing, and pre-cum is oozing out of the tip. Her arousal is palpable, and it's been building up since before I left her room. My physical form and wolf are betraying me, and I can't resist the temptation.

"I'll figure something out and also help you with mom."

Knowing that her visual communication will betray me, I asked, "Do you still have your contacts in?"

"Yeah. What does it matter, though?"

I couldn't hold back my disdain for her any longer and my next words slipped out with frustration. "Your eyes have a tendency to shift hues and expose your the truth," I said. "Your performance from last night is proof. You're terrible at lying and your eyes are a dead giveaway. Try to keep your ears in check while you're at it."

"You can't help being an ass, can you? A sucky ass apology one minute, then right back to the Jarek we all know."

Struggling to maintain control over Trex within my mind, I feel my nails digging into my palms as I clench my fists. I'm empowered to almost smell the musk of his primal rage. He attempts to scratch and scrape against the walls of my mental barrier, hoping to break through and shift once more.

Transferring my focus from Silver to him, I grimace in disgust and asked, "What the heck is wrong with you? Do you want to hump her leg like a dog?" But he doesn't reply, and instead, he paces back and forth in my thoughts.

"Annalise. I'm fighting Trex. I offered my apologies. It's no secret that you're not good at lying. Just telling the truth, but I need you to leave." My teeth gritted so tight they threaten to shatter.

She needs to exit so I can jerk off. I hate her with a passion. So why the hell is she affecting me? My aim is to be faithful to my true mate. I won't be able to identify who she is until I become alpha in a couple of years. But right now, if she doesn't go away, I will fuck her, hard.

She stands in stunned silence, her mouth agape and unable to form any words. With a sharp grunt, she storms out and slams the door. The sound echoes through the empty hallway, reverberating off the walls. As she descends the double flights of stairs, her footsteps create a steady rhythm, echoing through the stairwell. The distinct scent of her perfume lingers in the air, a mix of floral and musky notes. She slams the front door shut with a resounding thud and races down the street towards the training grounds.

'Her panties. Get them from her laundry hamper,' Trex said. Panting and pacing back and forth.

'She isn't our mate. What has gotten into you, dude?'

'Do it. Or you'll regret it,' he said with a growl.

Feeling scared of what the traitor may do, with haste I pull on a pair of boxer shorts and with ease slink my way to the adjacent room. As I approach, I notice her bedroom door is open, and a grin forms on my face.

The aroma of her perfume and arousal envelops me. My underwear becomes damp from pre-cum. I reach down my briefs, feeling the fabric stick to my sweaty skin, and grip my shaft.. The sound of my heavy breathing fills the air as I stroke myself vigorously, my eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

'Get the panties, dick wad. Don't jack off in her room. Are you fucking nuts?'

'You did this to me. So be quiet.'

I feel fortunate as her closet door is already open. I slip inside and my night vision kicks in, allowing me to locate her hamper with ease. On top of the pile, I see the dress and underwear she wore earlier. I pick up the damp garment and her unmistakable scent of arousal fills the air.

'She's not our mate. What..?'

'Stop with the questions and do what you gotta do already.'

After sprinting to my ensuite bathroom, I slammed the door shut and sprint to the shower. I tore what little garments I had on into shreds and grabbed her undergarments, sniffing them.

'Yes!' Trex growls in pleasure.

'You are the reason I will end up being unfaithful to our mate.'

'Alpha's, beta's, and gammas are never virgins upon finding their mates. Just do it already.'

With the intoxicating and spicy scent of her underwear planted in my nose, I thrust my engorged member inside my hand. My grip was so tight around my rod it could break. The captivating fragrance of her undergarment wafted into my nostrils as I took a deep breath. My eyes roll back in ecstasy, and I clench my teeth as a guttural growl from Trex bursts from my mouth. The echo reverberated in the shower, blending with the moist noise of my stroking motion up and down my member.

I shout as I cum harder than I ever have before. I inhale, taking in the musky scent of her panties as I feel warm semen shooting out of me and splattering all over. My formerly rigid rod now becomes soft, but stirs back to life, pulsating with renewed excitement.

'Are you kidding me?'

'More Jarek! More!'

He hides in my mind after I repeat the action three more times.