Denver's POV (Alix)

'Heads up, girl. Trouble is coming'

What the hell?

I kept hearing voices when nobody was a round. It sounded female and one thing I knew Sirius was not, was that.

I did not have time to ponder before Sirius was pushed back harshly and his touch was gone from my hand. I felt oddly robbed in an unexplainable way.

"You keep your filthy hands off of her, I thought we had already been through this?" Mischa seethed.

I had never seen him like that before. What had gotten into him? Sirius did not look pleased. And that was the PG 13 version of that. He was seething at the same level as Mischa.

"Dude, can we take this outside? You're making a scene and I don't think Denver will appreciate that at her birthday."

Score 1, Sirius, for trying to defuse the situation. I saw people looking at us already.

Mischa got an apologetic look on his face and glanced at me. He nodded and walked to the doors leading to the terrace. Sirius followed and I had to semi-run in my torture devices to keep up with the strides of his long legs.

"Ok, Villin, what's your deal?" Sirius hissed when we were all outside and we were sure there were no drunk guests around. "I've done nothing to offend Denver tonight."

"I already told you. Keep your hands off Denver, she's not yours to touch."

"And whose is she? Yours?" Sirius asked sarcastically and lifted an eyebrow in question.

Mischa got all red in the face to my amazement.

"Yes, I'm her friend."

"I'd like to believe I'm her friend too. So far, we have equal rights by that statement. Any other reasons?"

Mischa boiled over at what Sirius said it would seem, it was all new to me seeing him like that. He was usually sweet and caring. Protective of Claude and me, and never angry like he was in that moment.

"She's mine. I've known her forever, unlike your sorry ass who've not bothered to notice how wonderful she is."

'Oh, beta there is in love with you.'

Beta what? That voice was being annoying.

"Touché. I hadn't noticed, that's on me. But I have now." Sirius shrugged like that was enough said.

'And alpha definitely has the hots for you.'

Dafuq is an alpha? A macho man?

"Would you just stop talking!" I yelled at the voice my drunk mind had made up. If it at least would have the decency to make sense, but no, drunk me was not lucky enough to have sober me in my head.

As I yelled, I felt power and rage bubbling inside. Like my skin heated up and I felt pain curse through me for a brief moment.

Both guys stopped their bickering and stared at me in shock. Ok, double win. The voice kept quiet and they did too. The pain subsided and the powerful feeling was gone.

"Mischa," I said and put my hand on his arm. "What do you mean by I'm yours?"

"I like you, ok? And not just as a friend, I've been waiting for you to turn 18 to ask you out."

"What about Claude? She's been in love with you for ages," I asked seeing how he had no clue about that by his shocked reaction. Probably as shocked as I was with his statement. "I could never hurt her. And I don't... like you that way. You're my friend, and I'll always consider you that, but not more than that."

He was quiet for a bit, looking all sorts of hurt.

The hurt turned into blinding hate. "Fine, be with that beefcake, see if I care, just don't count on me to save your ass anymore!" Mischa yelled and stormed off.

I was in shock. Mischa. Sweet Mischa.

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way. I thought you knew how he felt about you." Sirius caressed my cheek, and it felt all tingly like little fireworks when he touched me.

"I didn't. Thank you for not letting me go through this in front of everybody."

"I saw it coming. You may not believe it, but I do care."

"I'm not interested in you that way either," I shot at him because him being that nice was unsettling.

I had no defense.

"Maybe not. But I'm here and I'm not going away." He kept caressing my face. "But I'll give you some space for now. Happy birthday. I'll be inside if you need me for anything."

I stood there for a while trying to clear my head. Next time I turned 18, no fucking party. Parties were too stressful.

Pushing all thoughts of Mischa and Sirius aside, I went back in and headed for the kitchen to get a drink. I deserved one, I told myself reciting the alcoholic's excuse number one.

"You look kinda gloomy for a birthday girl?" Joshua handed me a cup of death juice.

"Thank you, I feel much better now. And for your next trick you'll tell me you're not gay and you love me too?"

Joshua stuck his finger in his ear. "Nope, the temperature still says gay as a window. I'm so gay I wouldn't even find KD Lang attractive."

I laughed explosively. I could always count on Joshua being Joshua.

I looked around for Xodiac. He was with some of the guys in the living room. He was laughing and all that, but I saw how he made discreet eyes at the kitchen where we were, when nobody was watching.

"Why aren't you dancing or flirting with Daddy big arms?"

"I don't know. He made it very clear what he thinks of me. Only kind of pounding he'd ever want to do with me is pound me into a bloody pulp."

"Oh, I thought you two had some kind of understanding?"

I was surprised that Joshua had backed off. In honesty, I had gotten the feeling that Xodiac was not entirely put off. Maybe he was not gay but bi and not ready to see that, but he seemed at ease around Josh though his friends made him fight that.

"I thought so too. My gaydar has never been wrong before. I don't push myself on people I don't get the vibe from. Apparently, it's broken." He shrugged like he was ok with it, but I saw the hurt in him.

Again, that bubbling rage rose in me. How could Xodiac be so cruel to Josh? If he had been completely put off, he would have just walked away and not let himself get sucked into Josh's shenanigans, everybody else had no problems walking away.

"Don't give up just yet. Maybe give him a bit of space and then try another approach?" I felt my advice was very smart until it struck me that Sirius was acting just like that with me. "I need a bit of air. Fill it up."

With my full cup of liquid brain inhibitor, I slipped outside through the kitchen door and wandered around the garden drinking and thinking.

"You!"

I turned at the angry voice. That female voice was definitely not only in my head.

"I'm going to kill you." Tiffany raged coming charging at me like an angry Gucci bull. "I won't let you have him. He's mine. I'm his Luna!"

I thought her name was Tiffany? Ok, no more drunk shake for me.

"For the love of God, don't get your thong in a twist." I sighed and dodged her with surprising ease considering my condition, it was like I had just become a ninja or something. "What the hell is your malfunction, Tiff?"

"He's mine. I won't allow some little nobody to walk in and take what I've groomed for years. Sirius is and always will be mine."

"Hearing apparently is not your thing. I've already told you, he's yours. If I wanted muscles, I'd hit the gym. If I wanted cheap secondhand crap I'd go to the thrift shop. I'm not interested in having any of him."

'Keep telling yourself that, girl.'

Awesome. Angry stick insect with murder tendencies and the voice was back. Happy fucking birthday to me.

I felt rage bubble inside me again.

"Then why do you keep him from me?" Tiffany whined with rage.

An impressive combination really.

"In case you hadn't noticed, but neanderthal boy in there doesn't exactly stack a full deck." I sighed. "I'm not interested in him, he'll get the memo and understand when he learns to read."

The voice was not in agreement. 'Liar! You're so interested.'

"I want the earrings, they're mine to have. His mother's earrings should be mine."

"Back up there, crab cake, the earrings stay. They're mine."

Tiffany did not seem human; she was crouching over like she was ready to jump me like a wild animal. She lunged her hand at my ear to get the earring but again I moved out of her way like a ninja.

That was the last straw.

The power and rage took over. It was all consuming. I had never been that livid in my life. I pushed her back with great force, I did not know I possessed. She fell on the ground with a little shriek.

"The earrings are mine," I practically growled at her in a voice I did not recognize as my own.

How drunk was I?

"You can have Sirius, he's been humped more than a two dollar hooker and I'll have none of that. But if you ever come near me again, I'll rip you to shreds and sew you back up as a victory flag to pride my lawn. Are we clear?"

Whatever I had said registered with Tiffany. She went pale and backed away, crawling.

I could not control the anger, I felt pain inside. Red, hot pain in every joint and muscle. I turned and ran away. I needed to throw up somewhere not in the presence of that bitch.

As I ran the pain became worse. My vision blurred. I could not control myself I felt I was passing out, I felt light, but the pain persisted.

'I've got you, don't worry,' the voice said before everything turned black.

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