White Eagle Pack — School
Linnea's POV
"Bring the feminine wipe now." After reading the text my stepsister Madison sent, I couldn't help the bile rising in my throat.
Again? She's doing it again. She's sleeping with someone again. There's nothing Madison loves more than sex. She can't go a day without it. It's not that I'm complaining; I just hate the way she makes me clean up after her every time. She makes me clean the semen and condoms used during her sexual escapades.
"Ugh," I muttered, sliding off my chair. I quietly slipped out of English class and went to the abandoned art classroom downstairs. Madison has turned the room into her private sex den; she's been using it for the past two weeks.
When I reached the art room, I pushed the door open and entered, expecting to see only Madison. Instead, I was surprised to find two men with her.
One was getting dressed, and the other was fully naked. I recognized the naked guy—Peter, her usual sex partner. Madison loves him; she loves how he treats her in bed. At least, that's what she tells me. The other guy... I stared at him, trying to place his face.
Once he finished dressing, he turned in my direction, giving himself away immediately. Moon goddess! Is that Celeb?!
"Celeb!" I gasped and instinctively flinched back. What is he...? What is he doing here?! Why is he...? Did he just...?
"Celeb," I called again, but he wouldn't look at me. He put on his glasses, grabbed his bag, and quickly left the room.
Why was my friend here? He's the only male friend I have left. Did Madison manage to seduce Celeb too? Did she...?
A dry laugh came from across the room, and I turned to find Madison staring at me, also completely naked.
"Why do you look surprised?" she smirked. "He's a guy; all guys love sex." She smirked again before embracing Peter.
Peter aggressively pushed her against the wall, and she let out an excited moan. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder. Without hesitation, he inserted a finger to check her wetness. Satisfied, he repositioned her at an angle that suited them both before thrusting into her.
Madison's moans filled the room, but they did nothing to help my state of mind.
How did she get through to him? How did she convince Peter to do this? Peter hates her. He has always rejected her advances. He vowed never to have sex with her. I guess that was all a lie. I liked Peter. I liked that he was different from everyone else.
Unlike my other classmates, Peter never judged my looks; he never called me ugly or looked at me with disgust. Honestly, I always hoped he'd turn out to be my mate. I guess I was wrong about him all along.
I don't know how long it took, but they finally finished. Peter put on his shorts and left the room, leaving Madison and me alone.
"Bring the wipe," Madison ordered, panting, her hair disheveled and sweaty. At her request, I took out the feminine wipe and handed it to her. She snatched it and cleaned herself before tossing the wipe onto the floor.
"Make sure to clean everywhere," she instructed, got dressed, and left the room.
Yeah, I always clean up after her messes. This isn't the first time, but my days of cleaning up after her will soon be over. I'll leave the house in three days, and once I do, she'll have to learn how to clean up herself.
Squatting down, I put on gloves and picked up the used condoms, the wipe, and other trash, then dumped them in the trash can outside the classroom.
After making sure the room was clean, I grabbed my bag and left the art class. I was on my way to my afternoon class when another text message made me stop abruptly.
Madison again. What does she want now?
"Come down to the parking lot," the text read.
For what?! I typed a response and was about to send it, but stopped myself. No. I can't make her mad. I shouldn't make her angry. When Madison gets mad, my mother and I suffer. I suffer. I have to hold back.
Yes. I'll hold back just like I've always done. I've been doing a good job so far; I can't ruin it now. Taking a deep breath, I forced a smile and sent my reply.
"Okay, coming."
**
I quickly reached the school's parking lot and looked for Madison. Once I spotted her, I hurried over.
She was leaning over a sports car, reapplying her makeup. Her hair and clothes were neat again.
"Madison, I'm here," I announced as I approached. She ignored me and smiled at someone else—Thatcher. Thatcher, one of the triplet Alphas, was also her lover and potential mate.
"Hi, honey." She approached him and embraced him.
"Did I keep you waiting?" He kissed her forehead, and she snuggled into him.
"No, baby, but I've missed you so much. School was so boring today; I couldn't take it anymore, so I called you," she whined.
"Alright, I'll take you out of here." He opened the car door and helped her in. He was about to get into the driver's seat, but I stopped him.
As I tried to stop him, my fingers accidentally brushed against his for a moment. When it happened, I quickly pulled back and stepped away.
What just happened? I stared at my hands in shock and horror. No, don't get me wrong—I'm not shocked by touching him. I'm shocked by what I experienced in those few seconds our hands connected.
I was stunned by the electricity that surged through my body at his touch.
Why did...? Looking up at him, I saw the same shocked look on his face. He must have felt it too.
"Alpha..." I began, but Madison interrupted.
"What the heck, go away!" she yelled at me.
"Get in, honey," she called to Thatcher, and after a brief hesitation, he got into the car and drove away with her.
A few hours passed, and I gradually forgot the incident. But the sudden appearance of Thatcher and his brothers brought the memory back. They are in front of my door, begging to see me.