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“I look forward to watching you bleed.” He whispers into my ear before biting down hard on my lobe; the skin breaking easily beneath his teeth, and the wetness sliding down my neck. Diesel is still at my side, I don’t flinch at the pain. His tongue flicks out and runs over my collar bone, tracing a line along my carotid artery before taking my ear lobe in his mouth.
“I wonder if your pussy tastes as sweet as your blood.” Goosebumps breakout over my arms. I wait on bated breath to see what he does next. “Get the fuck out of my sight.” With that, he’s done with me, and with a shove in the back, I’m sent flying to the floor, discarded like yesterday's trash, and I’m sent right back into a self-hatred spiral.That’s what you get, Cyrus, for even entertaining the idea of feeling again.
I manage to slide on my ass as everyone laughs. I flip him off and his whole table erupts in laughter as he smiles. Still looking at me, he wipes his lip with his finger and sucks on it.
I’m playing a dangerous game with Diesel. In the last week, he has managed to make me feel, and that is something that I wasn’t prepared for coming here. I just hope that whatever Mr. Briar wants to achieve by sending me here happens soon. Maybe then I can do the rest of my schooling online, maybe even find a way back to the rehab centre. At least there, I was safe from my thoughts. I didn’t have to feel, I just had to live and those two things are very different after losing everything in this world that ever meant anything to you.
Chapter Six
Diesel
I don’t know what came over me when Cyrus pushed me on Friday morning. I have never known anyone to challenge me. I don’t know what it is about her that makes me mad as a cut snake and turned on all at once, but it doesn’t matter anyway. She is linked to my damn father, and that’s enough for me to want to get rid of her and fuck her at the same time. If he wants me to watch out for her, he might just get more than he bargained for.
All of the Alphas have had to drag their asses out of bed at six on a Sunday morning. Emory has been away most of last week. The idiot injured his back on the first day of school. That’s what he gets for trying to show-up kids a lot younger and more flexible than he is.
Cyrus is curled up in a ball on her bed, her blanket has been kicked off, and she whimpers in her sleep. I have been sitting here for the last fifteen minutes watching her, wondering what her cries would sound like with me on top of her.
I get up from my bed and walk over to hers, pulling her blanket up over her exposed skin. I get a small glimpse of the scars on her arms, and I find myself running my finger down her arm over a jagged scar. Maybe my father does have a heart after all, could he really care about this girl's welfare? She looks so perfect while she sleeps, even if she is riddled with memories of her accident.
My phone buzzes, shaking me out of my head.
Cuyler: We’re heading out in a sec.
I don’t bother replying; I walk out of my room, and Wilder is stepping out of his room.
“Let’s go and get this ass kicking out of the way. With any luck, he pulls his back out again,” he jokes as we both take the stairs two at a time.
Cuyler, Rebel, Rogue, and Ryot are all waiting for us, and we all head out at the same time. When we reach the lobby, Matteo and his bodyguard, Saul, are waiting. They have been working out with us every day. If this kid has any chance of successfully being a top Alpha, he has a lot of hard work ahead of him. He will need to win his first fight; he will be placed against his second. It’s what my father does. I fought Cuy our first year here. I didn’t like having to beat my best friend, but it’s my father’s messed up way to show that you have to do what it takes to be at the top.
Training was as brutal as we imagined it would be, Emory pushed everyone until they couldn’t move. Most of the newbies were puking their guts up by the end of the session.
Cuyler rushes off to go surfing as soon as we are dismissed, Wilder says he has shit to do, and the triplets have to go and have breakfast with Lux and their father, who stopped in for a visit. Most likely a warning about the impending fights and not causing a scene. Rogue and Ryot have been in love with Lux for as long as I can remember. Her and Rogue are best friends and have always been attached at the hip, so we all figured they would end up together, but last year, Ryot stepped up to fight his brother and threw a spanner in the works. It certainly made shit a hell of a lot more interesting. Their father will let them fight it out, he will just want to make sure they understand that the loser walks away. Lux, I’m sure will put up a fight about it all.
I make my way back to the dorm to shower. My mother has insisted that I come over and see her today. It’s not how I planned to spend my Sunday, but I can’t avoid her forever. If I time it right, my father and Mr. Langley will be off to play golf on the other side of the island, and I can slip over and see my mum. Rebel said he would ask his father what his plans are for the rest of the day.
I take the lift up to the penthouse suite, the bonus of being a senior this year. The rooms are bigger, we also have a full-sized kitchen and a massive bathroom. As the doors slide open, ‘Truth Hurts by Lizzo’ is blasting through the speakers, and the smell of bacon wafts through the air. I was going to shower before I went down to the dining hall to eat, yet I’m walking towards the kitchen. Her back is to me as I approach, the long-sleeved shirt she wears is long enough to just cover her ass, and each time she shakes her booty, I get a glimpse of her light blue underwear. I sit on the bar stool and lean against the kitchen bench and just watch her. She sings at the top of her lungs, unaware that I’m sitting here. Maybe having a girl here has some benefits after all.
A glass of juice she poured sits on the bench in front of me, and I pick it up and drink half in one mouthful. I know the breakfast juice is Wilder’s, he would be pissed if he knew, he is super weird about sharing his food. I know Rebel intentionally touches his stuff to piss him off.
I know it can’t be hers. The first week here, supplies are limited, and we are forced to eat in the dining hall. We can place orders every Monday through Wednesday, and they are delivered on Sunday mornings. Which could explain why she is cooking up a storm. We do have a convenience store here, but they don’t open until the second week of school and don’t carry a lot of food. It’s mainly snack foods and lollies. Most kids don’t have the luxury of a full-sized kitchen.
There are no bags anywhere, so it’s possible that she packed everything away already. We each have a cupboard for perishables, and our double door fridge has a shelf for each of us.
Once the bacon is cooked, she removes it from the pan and places it on a plate covered with a paper towel. She turns the burner off with a pair of tongs, which I find amusing.
She turns to face me, and a small squeal escapes her lips as she jumps out of her skin, almost losing the bacon on the floor.
“You drank my juice,” she accuses, looking at the half-drunk glass.
“I drank Wilder’s juice, actually. I’m presuming no one told you that orders go in early in the week.”
She shrugs. “Well if any of you were here when the food was delivered, you could have packed it away yourselves. Instead, I did it, and this is my reward, so to speak.”
Her eyes narrow at me, she is still pissed about the broken picture frame. I’m sure she will get the fuck over it eventually. I wanted to piss her off, and clearly, I achieved that. I did also tell her not to look at me or talk to me, but right now, I’m getting way too invested in her throwing daggers at me that I will let it slide.
I push back from my stool and make my way into the kitchen, opening the pantry, expecting to shift through everything to find my stuff. Except everything is labelled and in containers, ones I didn’t even know we owned.
I grab a protein bar and mumble a thanks to her on my way past. “It’s no problem, I just hope none of you live like pigs.”
