The ground called to him as his foot hit the tarred ground. Alpha Jax looked back to the window, hoping to get a glimpse of her, but she didn’t come to his view. He looked away from the window, and moved towards his own window, which was seven steps from where hers was situated.
Using his wolf characteristics, he climbed the walls, and made his way into his room. The coldness of his room sapped into his skin, and he shivered. It was a direct contrast to Ava’s room. He cursed fluidly as he walked over to the heater, switching it on.
“I have to get that stupid bitch out of my mind,” He grumbled.
But, he could not. She stuck like a gum in his brain, and no matter how hard he tried, it didn’t work. He could practically feel how her skin had felt beneath his lips. He could see the shape of her, as she fitted right on his torso. The moon goddess knew it had taken all he had to keep his control intact. He looked at his portion.
“Are you still doing your work?” He queried.
He walked swiftly to the portion, only to imagine Ava bent over his desk, as he spanked her for being naughty and talking back at him, when she shouldn’t. He shook his head vigorously, but his image wouldn’t go.
“Fuck!” He cursed, as his right hand touched the seam of his pants. He closed his eyes at the urge, his hands moving back and forth on his attire. There were so many times he’d cum this way, and that was when he was younger, and living without a care in the world, and completely in love. He couldn’t afford to lose control now.
Even as the thought that danced around his mind, he couldn’t stop the desire that made him touch the sensitive part of him. His fingers played with the zippier, pulling it down tickling around his balls through the plain shorts he wore that were already stained with sticky precum.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” He mumbled to himself.
He pulled his pants down his legs in one swipe, then proceeded to grope his 7-inch wood in his hands. The feeling almost brought him to his feet, but he wouldn’t go down. He imagined that the table was Ava’s curvy ass as he spanked it twice. He growled loudly at the effect. His fingers found their way to his nipple, which he tweaked painfully.
“Yes,” He cried.
A shrill ring of his phone at the far-side of the desk, pulled him away from his relentless stroking. His balls were red, as he looked down on himself, and he decided to make sure that she saw hell for making him loose. The phone kept ringing.
With a five minutes fluid curse, he jerked his pants up, grabbed a disposable toilet paper to clean his hands, and then walked over to the table, as he threw the paper at the waste basket close to him. He picked up the phone, and saw his mother’s name flashed on the screen. He slid his palm across the screen, and answered the phone.
“Mom?” He said dryly.
“Nice to hear from you too,” She said sarcastically.
There was a couple of shuffling in the background, and when he thought she might hang up on him, she said instead, “I’m not going to beat about the bush. You became an Alpha against all odds, and you’ve earned it. You work so hard half the time, but… I know, there is always a but, but I can’t help that with you. The thing is, you need to find your mate and move on. I agree that what happened with that girl was painful…”
“Mom, please, don’t tell me you called me right now to nag about this,” He grumbled.
“Now, I’m nagging?” His mom shouted across the phone.
“Hayley, ma, you can never nag,” He intoned sarcastically.
There was a slight huff at the other line. “Don’t use that tone on me son. And, I’m telling you what’s right. Your lifestyle is a complete shame on our family. Those people… Those lowlives, that barely have anyone, but suck on your blood, need to leave the pack-house for the right persons to step in.” She snapped.
Alpha Jax gritted his teeth in a bid not to say something remotely rude to her. His mother always seemed to be adamant on crossing the line when it came to him, and he couldn’t have that. Yet, there was nothing he could do sometimes.
“Mother, I will not talk about how I choose to live my life with you. I shall speak to you later. Do have a good night,” He said stiffly, as he switched his phone off, stalling all connections.
He stood like that for ten minutes, trying to stem down his anger, but it refused to abate. Instead, it solidified into something more sinister. Mate? She wants me to have a mate? I would rather die than have a mate. They are the lowest of the lows. No-one has any right to come into my life, and dictate how it goes, not even my mother.
He moved directly to the portion, unscrewing it, and gulping the portion down. “All I will feel for you, Ava is hate – nothing, but hate. You only belong under my bed, and nowhere else,” He spat out.
He went directly to his wardrobe, and opened the section labeled ‘whips’. A cold smile touched his lips, as the punishment he would inflict on Ava shone through his eyes. The portion seemed to have ignited hate as he had wished, making every illusion of companionship, a distant tale.
“I wonder what you would have thought if you saw my mother’s intentions? I know you will learn to step in line, no matter how difficult it may look. Oh, I’ve found my mate, unfortunately, I will never accept her as my mate,” He whispered to himself, grabbing toys and arranging them in his arms in order.