"Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth." Brittany seemed to grow flustered from the names that slipped from her mouth. The names of the sexually attractive males that played in the movie 'Avengers.' "Sexy demons."

She opened the front entrance way as I followed her into the pack house. I swear this woman could transform a simple action movie to an adult film in her mind.

"It was just a movie Brittany." I had to remind her. "I don't think Chris Hemsworth can actually conduct electricity with a hammer."

"I don't care. He is fine."

"Everyone is probably fine to someone who has not had a boyfriend for many moons." I followed the corridor toward the kitchen.

"Oh shut up." Her voice was slightly hostel. "Men are useless.....except for Chris. He is very useful."

The light from the kitchen was fairly bright but it was the voices that seemed to bother me. I slipped into the kitchen with Brittany not too far behind. Just as I, her face went sour once we picked up on the scoundrels who were lounging in there.

Jazz has had it out for me. Her dirty glances and sly whispers always made me laugh. Of course, I found her ignorant behavior humorous at times but I had to admit, teaching her another lesson had crossed my mind.

Her eyebrows knitted together once she looked at me. Narrow and full a hidden anger, she nodded for her group to look my way as well.

I opened the refrigerator and combed through the many shelves in search of something good. I pulled a mango as I ignored the snickers and mumbles that came from behind me.

"Hi Amira?" I turned. A male, maybe my age, gazed over me with curious eyes. I smiled at him when I saw Jazz from the corner of my eye. Her face grew sour when I returned the attention to her male friend.

"Hi?" I winked and introduced an alluring smile.

Jazz, clearly disturbed by our minor communication, elbowed the boy in the chest. She turned her attention back to me. Her eyes. Deadly daggers that could kill if that were given that gift to do so.

She released a phony cough, covering the obvious insult that was laced in it. Finding her insult amusing, her group began to laugh. Just like a bunch of groupies to find her dumb ass funny.

"Excuse me?" Hunching over the brown wood table, I put myself at eye level with her.

"You heard me tramp." She stood to her feet in a rage. Smashing this mango against her skull came to mind.

Brittany stepped forward. I extended my arm to stop her but I could not stop her eyes from darkening with her inner rage. She could be a monster when she wanted to be. However, the last thing we needed was to redecorate this kitchen.

"You know what? You're not even worth it." I wanted to assure Brittany more than Jazz that none of this was worth it.

"Whatever." Jazz had smiled as if she had just conquered. I will let her have it if it meant keeping the peace on this night.

I turned away with Brittany, my hands over her shoulder as I guided her away. I needed to get her out and fast. I proceeded to walk away however Jazz had another agenda.

Suddenly, I was tumbling into a chair. My reaction brought me back to my feet. Wanting me to see, Jazz slowly retracted her foot back under the table and out of view.

Again, the snickers.

Saying I let the laughs get under my skin would be an understatement. I allowed them to get into my head. What is worse, I allowed them to get to my inner wolf.

"Bitch." My temper had me fuming with hatred and honestly, all I could see was blackness. My fist cocked back to throw a viscous blow. One I knew would knock her down. So fixated on knocking her out cold, I completely ignored the person that walked in. The same intruder grabbed my hand, stopping me from throwing my punch.

"Get the hell off-" His forest green eyes narrowed in on mine before his grip tightened around my wrist. "Alpha."

"What's going on here?" He scanned through the many faces before he settled on Jazz and I.

"Alpha, thank you for stopping her."

Jazz leaped from her chair. Her face had gone from sneakiness to fear. She stumbled over to Alpha Xavier's side. She batted her lashes and smiled before her arm hooked around his.

This fake bitch.

"Whatever." I pulled my arm from his grasp. I could care less about assuring him that it was her that started this whole mess.

"My office Amira." His voice was stern.

"It's late and I'm tired, I just want to go to bed." I whined. The last thing I wanted was to hear him tell me how I was sent here for training purposes only.

"My office...Now!" The authority in his voice had made an appearance, reminding everyone who he was here. I, on the other hand, just wanted to drive a fork down his throat. He turned and left, leaving everyone speechless.

This was ridiculous....

I had stalled long enough. My slow pace had spared me an extra few minutes before I made it up to Alpha Xavier's office. I began to fiddle with my fingers when I made it to his office door. I sighed. I did not want to be here.

Was I scared? No. Was I still embarrassed about our previous interaction out in the woods? Yes.

I raised a balled fist. I could not bring myself to knock so willingly. I knew what I was walking into. A room full of embarrassment, shame, and confusion. All fuming from me that is.

The oak was hard and thick under my knuckles when I knocked. I could tell the door was good quality. Who am I kidding; did I think distracting myself would make things better?

"It's open."

I stepped inside. I stiffened when I heard the door close behind me.

"Sit down." He demanded through the grit of his teeth. Without any hesitation, I walked over to a chair and sat down.

"Now you're starting fights with other pack members?" He leaned back in to his chair and crossed his arms across his chest.

His chest was beautifully structure I must say.

"N-No." I shook my head to not only answer his question, but to also disregard the outrageous thoughts that came to mind.

"Jazz informed me that it was you who started the problem."

That lying heffa.

"Well don't believe everything she tells you." The words left my mouth more hostels then I hoped for.

"Watch your tone with me." His eyes had darkened and his jaw had tightened.

"Sorry."

"Your behavior had become a problem." My behavior? A problem? Oh please. "You know you have to be punished for your misbehavior?"

"What? Why?"

"For you nearly beating on a pack member and disobeying my orders. We do not fight inside of this house."

He stood from his chair and appeared by my side within no time. By my arm, he pulled from my chair, dragging me across the room before he pinned me against the wall.

My eyes grew wide and my jaw had dropped. Was he going to...beat me up? His extended arms entrapped me between the cool wall and his teasing body.

He grabbed my hand and placed it roughly against his jeans. I gasped when I felt the growing bulge that pressed against his pants, awaiting its release.

My stomach had tightened and my breath had shortened before he moved in closer over me.

This is not happening!

My growing temptation was informing me otherwise. Heat! My downfall at this very moment. Pushing him away was a thought. Allowing him to continue was another. Realizing my option to take part in this insane contact, he continued on without a doubt.

I loosened his belt, unbuckled and unzipped his pants. I seemed to lose my mind. I was somewhat out of my own control. I looked down. His swollen manhood was entrapped in the cage of his boxer, yearning to break free of it.

"Down." His voice was demanding.

I lowered myself to my knees and positioned myself just inches away from his needy member. I clutched the hem of his boxers and slowly tugged them down until his member sprung up in attention.

Oh.

Oh my.

What the hell am I doing? I looked up into his eyes. Green filled orbs began to lose their color until they were concealed by darkness. I felt my mouth water in anticipation as I brought his member to my full lips. My mouth ajar, I wrapped my lips around his hardness, entrapping him around my lips.

I looked up him and met his glance. His face had softened and his lips had parted before he tilted his head back slightly.

I licked the tip of him. The oozing nectar of his manhood dripped onto my tongue before I wrapped my lips around his throbbing member once more.

He snatched my hands away and pinned them above my head. I groaned when my arms slammed against the wall.

He pulled himself away before he shoved himself back into my mouth, his dick leaving me gagging when he reached the back of my throat.

He released my hands and placed his hands onto the back of my head. Entangled in the black strands of my wavy hair, His fingers locked on before he began to penetrate my mouth aggressively.

I gripped his thighs. My nails digging into his flesh the deeper and harder he fucked my mouth. He was close. I could tell by his stiffened posture, swollen member, and the grunts and groans that escaped him.

My tongue slithered up and down the base of him, determined to pleasure him and send him over the edge for good.

I was lost in this. I was anxiously determined to make him cum. It was as if him releasing would satisfy my needs rather than his.

Nails planted deep into his thighs, I listened to him exhale a growl before he creamed into my mouth. However, I continued on. Ignoring the nectar that shot into my mouth, I continued on as I enjoyed the personal pleasure of it all.

Knowing that I drew every drop him, I released him from the prison of my mouth.

He quickly released my hair and took a step back. He looked down at me. The lust that once took hold of his eyes was now full of nothing but ice once again.

He reached down and pulled up his pants before he buckled them back up. I stood straight up. I ran my hand across my mouth after his eyes shifted away from mine.

He turned away from me and walked toward his awaiting desk.

"Goodnight." His voice was emotionless.

"What?"

"Good....Night." He dropped down into his leather chair.

All I could do was stare at him. What was I waiting for? What just fucking happened? I know what happened. I fucked up, again.

Before I could receive another icy glare and cold dismissal, I turned and left his office.

The halls were quiet and the night has left the house dead. I felt like a one night stand as I snuck back to my room for the remainder of the night. I could not find the strength to sit because I was too busy pacing across the carpet floor. Simpleminded. Insulting me seemed to be the only way to justify my actions. Who am I kidding? Nothing could justify my actions.

What the hell have I done?!