Rise of the Alpha
Chapter 14

Magnolia

Waking up, I try to stretch my arms above my head, but I can only lift my right arm, my left is weighed down. Looking over, I see Wylla, her arm draped across my stomach just mere inches from my breasts as her head rests on my arm. We stayed up into the wee hours of the morning just talking, getting to know each other better, anything to put the events that transpired out of my mind. I could have six freaking mates. I don’t even have that many places for them to stick their dicks in.

F**k my life! It has to be the Alpha’s son and his Betas, there’s no other choice. Blaine has to be wrong, even if he’s not, my pack will never allow it. He’s an outsider.

I carefully try to pull myself out of her grasp, but as I do, her hand moves upwards and cups my breast, and she begins to knead it, rolling my nipple between her fingers. I can’t hold back the gasping m**n that comes from me.

I’m so caught up in how good it feels and why I’m not pulling away that I don’t notice she lifted her head and is smiling at me. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” she asks as she pushes up my shirt, exposing my bare breasts. She lowers her head and begins flicking her tongue across my pebbled nipple, before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it as she twists the other between her fingers.

I’ve done this to myself so many times I couldn’t begin to count, but it’s never felt like this before. I’m drawn to her so badly, the guys too, but I don’t understand why. I crave them, I want them, my wolf wants to dominate them. But I can’t. This can’t happen.

My brain wants to protest, but when she slips her fingers underneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, sliding them through my wet folds, I can’t push her away. “F**k, Magz, you’re so wet. So responsive,” she tells me as she lets my tit pop out of her mouth.

“Wylla,” I say breathlessly before I m**n out again in pleasure. She starts rubbing circular motions on my clit as she alternates between sucking and nibbling on my nipple.

“Yes, baby. I want you to come for me, all over my fingers. Your pleasure is all I want right now, the rest we’ll figure out later. So just get out of your head and enjoy what I can do for you.”

My legs part for her as I begin to roll my h**s, increasing the speed as she’s rubbing my clit. Her hand slides lower to my folds and her slender fingers slide into my tight hole as she pumps in and out of me. She curls the tips when she pulls out, hitting my g-spot as her thumb applies pressure to my clit.

I’m so close I clamp my legs together, eliciting a chuckle from her and spurring her to pump in and out of me faster until I erupt all over her hands in an o****m unlike I’ve ever felt before.

My body is still shaking from the aftershocks as she pulls her fingers out of me and sits up, smiling almost lovingly. Then it hits me what we just did and how badly I’ve broken the pack rules. She must notice the change in my facial expressions as she slowly stands, hurt in her eyes before confidence and desire replace it.

“Whatever you’re thinking – – stop, Magnolia Holloway. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what just happened between us. Your pack is full of bigots and freaking control freaks. They’ve brainwashed you into their way of thinking about what is right and wrong. You need to think for yourself now. I loved every minute of what we just did. I want you and I want to see what we could be together. I’m going to shower for class.” She walks over to her dresser, grabbing her shower caddy.

Making her way to the door, she looks back over her shoulder one final time, taking the fingers that were just knuckle deep inside my p***y and sticking them in her mouth, sucking them as if they were a popsicle. “You taste delicious; cotton candy. My new favorite flavor.” She opens the door and steps outside the room, before shutting it behind her.

I let my head fall back against the pillow, taking a minute to process what just happened before getting up myself and heading for the shower. Today is the first day of classes, and I still need to go see the counselor.

Forty minutes later, we’re dressed and headed out the door to class. I have just enough time before my first class to stop by the counselor’s office. Hopefully, it isn’t too busy and I can get in and out, adding the introductory courses for my Psychology major. It’s going to be a lot of studying, being a double major, but it’s what I want.

“So you have Mr. Godrickson for Supernatural History? You lucky bitch! I heard he was fine as f**k. I have some old hag, at least her name sounds like it, Myrtle McVorken.” Wylla croons, I swear I see f*****g hearts in her eyes.

“Have you ever seen him?” Curious if the rumors she heard were true.

“No, but one of the girls from my coven had him, and she told me. She said when she graduated she tried to hook up with him, but he turned her down, something about saving himself for his mate or something to that effect. Hell, maybe he just wasn’t into her,” she says, shrugging her shoulders, before lifting her energy drink and taking a large gulp.

“Wylla, Magnolia!” We hear from behind us, and we stop dead in our tracks, turning in the direction the familiar voice came from. “I went by your room, but y’all were already gone, thought I wouldn’t see you for a while. We were supposed to talk about what happened with the,” Blaine lowers his voice with the last word as he gets closer to us, “ritual.”

“Well, I have class in thirty minutes, and Magnolia needs to go by the counselor’s office before her Supernatural History class at ten. We don’t have time to sit around and wait for a boy.” Then she catches sight of the two other boys standing behind him, “Excuse me, boys.” Wylla gives them a wink and a silly schoolgirl giggle.

“We were just headed to the cafeteria for something to eat. We all start at the same time today with Supernatural History with Mr. Godrickson,” Jude says in his intoxicating, sexy as sin voice.

“What time? I have him, too.” Excited about having someone I know in my class.

“Ten, and I can go with you. I need to go by the counselor’s office as well. I need to drop off an approved class change,” the giant who I seem to keep running into, literally, offers to take me. “I’m Zeke, by the way,” he tells me.

“I’d like that, Zeke. Wylla was going to rush to her class after showing me, but this would save her the trouble.” I nervously chew my l*p, hoping he’s serious.

“Well then, I’ll catch you later, Magz, and you too, boys.” Wylla shoots me finger guns with a wink, before turning and dashing off in the direction I suspect her class is in.

I just laugh, there’s nothing much more I can do. When I turn back to face the guys, I find them all staring at me. Like they see me and not just the shell of a body I’m in, which makes me nervous. “Well, I need to get to the counselor’s office.” Glancing at Zeke, “Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go. See you in class, guys.” Zeke tosses his hand up in a pseudo-wave.

“We’ll save the two of you a seat,” Blaine calls out.

“Sure will. You can have the one beside me,” Jude belts out, just before Blaine jumps on his back and they begin to wrestle, laughing the whole time. Well, I think it was laughter.

“Let’s head over, so I can turn my paperwork in and you can do what you need to do,” Zeke begins, gesturing his hand in the direction we need to go. “Umm… Magnolia, I really am sorry about how rude I may have come off the last couple of times. I just have a lot going on, and I ran into you during a time I was trying to process it all. I’m normally not that terrible of a person.”

“You’re fine. I haven’t exactly been the best person to be around, either. Dealing with family, pack shit, and apparently a mate that’s not going to make my dad happy,” I mutter the last part of it under my breath, hoping he didn’t hear it. For some reason, I didn’t want it to get back to Blaine.

“Cool and sorry you’re having pack issues. My family is actually a part of Blaine’s father’s pack.”

“So you’re a wolf shifter too?”

“Umm… no, I’m not. Oh, here we are,” he says, reaching out, and pulling the door open for me. “I need to go to the third floor and drop this off. Meet you back here when you’re done,” he says as he takes off towards the elevator, leaving me curious as to what type of shifter or supernatural he is.

We walk into class at the stroke of ten, well, if there was a clock showing the time. The f*****g counselor I got gave me the hardest time changing my schedule until her supervisor came over and took over, then it went smoothly. I was so close to saying f**k it and just sticking with what I had. Maybe it was destiny telling me I just needed to do what my father and Alpha had commanded me to do. But fate is a fickle bitch and someone intervened.

Looking around, I see Jude jumping up and down, waving us over. Could he be any cuter or more embarrassing? “Everything go okay?” he asks, gesturing towards the empty desk he’s standing behind.

The classroom reminds me of a classroom in high school. Rows of seats, eight across and probably about ten deep. In the middle of the center rows is a projector pointing straight at the white screen that’s been pulled down. I’m about to answer when I hear all the chatter in the classroom come to a screeching halt as the door slams shut.

Standing in front of the classroom is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I say man because he is definitely not a student. He looks to be about thirty, with long brown hair and a full beard. Dropping the bag that was over his shoulder on the desk, he turns to face us, “Good morning, class. I’m Mr. Godrickson.” His voice is deep and rough, capturing me in its melodic tone.

He’s unlike any professor I’ve ever seen before. Instead of a suit and tie, he’s wearing black, skintight, leather pants, a black t-shirt, and, goddess help me, black Harley-Davidson boots. Picking up a stack of papers, he heads to the far side of the room and begins handing out a pile to the first person in the room and continues across the room. “Welcome to Supernatural History. If you are not supposed to be here, now is the time to leave. This class will be fast-paced with weekly assignments due, a midterm exam, and a final.” He stops at the row I’m in, lifting his head up, his eyes meeting mine. At least it felt like his gaze lingered on mine, and if the growl I’m hearing is coming from Blaine, I think my assumption is right.

“This semester we will discuss the history of the supernatural world and supernatural species.” Stepping back over to his desk, he picks up a controller from it, hitting a button that fires up the projector. On the screen is a picture of the gates out front with the gargoyles, and I’m instantly drawn in, so much so, I almost get a paper cut on the face when the girl in front of me hands the paper he just passed out back.

“Are gargoyles real?” I blurt out loud, causing the class to erupt in laughter.

“Quiet class,” he booms out.

“Come on, Mr. Godrickson, I mean she’s hot and all, but how stupid is she? They’re long extinct,” a burly blond sitting in the back calls out, as he garnishes high-fives from his posse.

“It seems both of you are in the dark. Yes, Miss?”

“Magnolia. Magnolia Holloway,” I say nervously, now that I’m the center of attention for the class.

“Miss Holloway, gargoyles are real. And Mr. Draighton, I would have hoped you would’ve paid better attention the last time you took this course, but that’s why you are here again. As Mr. Draighton pointed out, they were thought to be extinct, but are not,” he begins to explain, and my jaw drops at his revelation.

“You’re a gargoyle! I knew they were real,” I blurt out excitedly before I throw my hand over my mouth to keep from spurting out anything else.

He lets out a muffled chuckle as his gaze stays focused on me, a small trickle of electricity beginning to flow across my skin. “Yes, I am. We are small in number, with tiny clusters of three to four grouped together across the world, often holding sentinel positions guarding over places of importance, like this college. We are the oldest of supernatural creatures, second only to dragons.” He clicks the button through images of other pictures as he explains what they are. “We have numerous supernatural types. Even amongst shifters, you couldn’t count the different breeds on two hands. We have the common types: wolf, bear, panther, lion, and tiger. But also the more unique prey shifters: mice, housecats, ferrets…”

His words are now just an audible sound in the background as I begin thinking about what he just said. Ferret! Could it have been? Nah. I didn’t even feel the sensation of another shifter being around like I do with wolves. If it was a shifter, why would he just watch me at that most intimate of moments? Ah f**k, he saw me tiddle my bean, my big O, and then I held him while he licked my fingers.

“Are you okay?” Blaine leans into me to ask, concern laced in his voice.

“Umm… no… I just didn’t know there were ferret shifters.” Looking between the guys, I see Zeke has gone pale and looks nervous as f**k as his face turns red.

“Yeah, there are. Actually, I know a few of them.” Blaine’s words seem to hide a meaning behind them.

My thoughts are running wild with this new information and the need to know if it was a ferret shifter or a real ferret. I try to control them, pulling out a pen and paper from my bag, and taking notes.