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CHAPTER SIX

brOOKS

“B rooks, my man,” Jamie claps my shoulder as he passes. “Ready for the first game of the year?”

“Fuck off.” I growl, narrowing my eyes his way. “I’m not your man. I’m not your anything.”

The fucker just gives me a cocky grin. “Now that's not right. You're my teammate. Therefore I am something to you. Don’t be such a raging dick. We’re supposed to be getting along, like one big happy family.”

“The only thing I want to do with you, is drown you in a fucking lake. Fuck off before I put you on your ass, Cross.” I mutter, already done with his shit.

I’m not in a good mood. I haven’t been for a few days now. Ever since we found out who Camden really is, my head’s been a fucking mess.

I knew something was up with the little beta. No one is that twitchy. He’s so high strung, all you gotta do is sneeze and he’s jumping ten feet in the air.

Now we know why, because he was hiding the fact that he’s the son of our biggest rivals. The very scum of the earth.

After the guys and I left the club, and everything sunk in, I spent hours down in our home gym working out my anger. Clearly, by the way I feel right now, it didn’t completely work.

The more that little fucker pops into my head, the more enraged I get. His father’s the reason we don’t have our mothers. The reason I wake up in a cold sweat every fucking night.

No good can come of Camden being here. What is Leroy playing at? Did he think he could send his son to our school, on our turf, and get away with it?

Name change or not, we were bound to find out eventually.

He sorely underestimated us. Fucking fool.

Now, we could just get Camden kicked out of school, it would almost be too easy if we chose to do that.

But where's the fun in that?

If Leroy thinks he can start something with us, he’s going to realize soon that we’re going to finish it.

Little did he know, he sent his son into the lions’ den and we love to play with our food before we feast.

The little beta might be our enemy, but fuck, he’s sinfully tempting.

If Camden thinks he can come in here and be his daddy’s little spy, he’s delusional. And I can’t fucking wait to see the look on his face when he realizes just how fucked he is.

“Put me on my ass? Oh, kinky.” Jamie winks. “But sorry dude, you're not my type. And I can only handle so much alpha dick in my life.”

Grinding my teeth, I throw open my locker door, making it bang against the one next to it, and get ready for the game.

A game I should be pumped about. It’s the first game of the year. Only I can’t get the little snitch out of my damn head.

It’s like my need to make him pay, to hurt him for what his father did to our mothers is so consuming, it’s all I see.

Shaking my head, I scold myself to get him out of my head. Just for now. Fun comes later.

“Don’t be so pissy, Brooks. Come on man, it’s the first game of the year. You know, we’re going to kick ass by the way, and then celebrate by getting drunk off our asses.” Jamie chuckles and the room bursts into woots and cheers.

“Bunch of animals.” I mutter to myself. Jamie doesn’t take the hint though. He loves to piss me off, get under my skin and despite how much I want to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until I watch the life drain from his eyes, sadly, I can’t.

Jamie’s dad is our main supplier for pharmaceuticals. So unfortunately, he’s off limits. Shame because he could use being knocked down a peg or two.

Once we’re all geared up, Coach comes in and gives us his regular pep talk, getting the team riled up. Even I’m pumped by the time we’re jogging out onto the field, any thoughts of Camden gone.

The crowd cheers, sending a rush of adrenaline through me.

Fuck everything else. This, this is what I need.

We wave to the crowd, and my eyes find Henley. He grins wide before sticking two fingers into his mouth and whistling. I chuckle, shaking my head before joining the guys in the huddle. Tonight is going to be a good night, I can feel it in my bones. Nothing like the first win of the year to get the blood pumping.

* * *

I feel high right now. I’m so wired because we’re winning. We’re in the fourth quarter now, winning by a landslide.

Nothing could pull me out of this buzz I’m feeling right now.

Grabbing a bottle of water, I take my helmet off and chug some before squirting the rest over my head and face to cool me down.

“Jamie, man what the hell.” Connor, one of my teammates, chuckles. “Is that Camden?”

His name has my back stiffening. My attention snaps over to the guys talking. Jamie looks up into the stands where Connor is pointing and I follow.

My eyes scan over the little beta sitting a few rows back, my heart racing just a little bit faster. And it’s not because I was just running my ass off on the field.

He grins when he sees Jamie, giving him a wave. My teeth clench as I narrow my eyes at the pink-haired spy.

Jamie chuckles, waving back. “Yup.” Jamie answers Connor.

“Is he wearing your jersey?” Connor asks.

“Yeah. I gave one to him to help show some school pride.” Jamie answers.

My eyes drop to the number on the jersey Camden is wearing and there it is. Number 55.

Rage sweeps over me as I wrap my hand around the water bottle in a death grip. How fucking dare he show up at my fucking game in another man’s number. Shaking my head, I rip my gaze away. I shouldn’t fucking care what number he’s wearing. It’s just a fucking jersey.

Yet, my anger builds and builds with every passing second.

“I thought your pack was looking for an omega, not a beta.” Connor opens his fucking mouth again and I’m three seconds away from smashing his teeth in to shut him up.

“It’s not like that. Camden and I are just friends.” Jamie says.

“Damn fucking right you are.” I mutter to myself, but I guess I’m loud enough to be heard by others because Jamie looks over at me, an amused grin on his face.

“What was that, Brooks? You have a problem if my pack pursues Camden?”

“Didn’t know your pack was into men.” I state, crossing my arms.

“And what, you think your pack is the only gay one on campus?” he snorts. “Get over yourself, Brooks.”

“I don’t give a fuck if your pack is gay.” I sneer, taking a few steps forward, getting into Jamie’s face. God, I hate him so fucking much.

“Then what is it?” he asks, his grin growing wider, brows lifting. “Are you jealous? Didn’t think your pack was accepting anyone new.”

“I’m not fucking jealous.” I growl. “He’s bad fucking news and I don’t trust him. Getting involved with him would be bad for business.”

His brows furrow, eyes darting around. “Not here.” he hisses.

“Stay away from him, Jamie.” I warn.

“Or what?” Jamie asks. “He’s my friend Brooks. He’s a good guy, I don’t care what you say.”

“We’ll see about that.” I take a step back when Coach yells for us.

“Fucking crazy fucker.” Jamie mutters, shaking his head.

He has no idea just how crazy I can be, but if he keeps testing my fucking patience, he will. Out of me, River, and Lee, I’m the least unstable of the pack. And that's not saying much, seeing how I thrive on the fact I get to tackle people as a sport.

I also have a very unhealthy obsession with the weight room and fighting in underground alpha fighting rings, but trust me, it’s the best way to get my anger issues under control.

A control I seem to be fucking losing when it comes to the pink-haired little beta. The knowledge that some stranger, no, the fucking enemy is able to have that hold on me makes me even more fucking enraged.

The rest of the quarter, I’m off my game. My fucking attention keeps snagging on Camden, finding him in the crowd. Watching, cheering. For fucking Jamie.

It causes me to fumble and make mistakes that could cost our team the win.

It’s by sheer luck that we manage to pull that win.

The crowd goes nuts, cheering our victory. My team gathers together, celebrating our win as I stand there, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face and back as I glare up at the stand.

I find Henley first. He’s not looking down at me, but over at Camden who’s jogging down the steps to greet Jamie.

Jamie pulls Camden over and onto the field before wrapping his arms around him in a bear hug.

Anger fills my chest, my breathing coming in deep heavy pants. How fucking dare he. How fucking dare that little fucker come to my game and fuck with my head.

He did this on purpose, getting back at us for how we’ve been fucking with him. Why else would he fucking be here?

Maybe he actually is friends with Jamie and he’s showing his support. Or maybe they’re not just friends and Jamie’s pack is going to add a beta.

Over my dead fucking body.

Henley licks his lips, no doubt scheming something up with that wickedly wonderful mind of his.

“See you later Cam!” I hear Jamie shout.

My eyes snap over to find Jamie waving bye to Camden before following the team towards the locker room.

I stand there, waiting, watching as Camden moves with the crowd towards the exit.

On impulse, I move towards him, abandoning heading to the locker rooms and following after the little beta.

Clearly he needs another warning to step in line if he’s here, boldly supporting his friendship with Jamie. Is that part of his plan? Did his father send him here to try and steal our supplier out from under us by buddying up to him?

Dodging the people in the crowd, I see Camden stopping, his head swiveling around as he tries to search for the exit.

Turning slightly towards me, I see him scratch the back of his head, an anxious look on his face.

He chews on his lower lip, seeming to make a decision to avoid the crowd and head off to the left, away from everyone heading towards the exit.

Then I remember there's another way out, one the maintenance staff uses.

Grinning, I follow after him.

The sky is dark, but the stadium lights are bright. Only here the light doesn’t reach very well, casting shadows around us.

I feel like a hunter, stalking its prey as I creep closer and closer.

Camden looks around, sensing someone is watching. He doesn’t see me until it’s too late, the dark being the perfect cover.

Quickly, but quietly I catch up with him, grabbing him by the arm and shoving him up against the equipment shed. Pinning him in place with one hand pressed against his chest, I wrap the other around the column of his pretty throat.

He lets out a startled yelp, eyes widening in fear, making my cock grow hard, pressing against my football pants as he looks up at me. His pulse beats widely under my thumb, sending a thrill down my spine.

“Where do you think you're running off to?” I drop my head low, getting eye to eye with him.

He pants heavily, struggling to breathe as his eyes frantically flick between mine. My brows furrow at the look of pure terror in his eyes. Huh. I didn’t think he was that affected by us. Seeing how no matter how much we followed him, got in his way, he kept coming back to school.

But right now, he looks as guilty as someone can be.

My lip curls into a cruel grin as I lean in, brushing my lips against his ear. “I know your little secret Camden.” I whisper.

He reacts, a full body shiver wracking his body as he lets out the sweetest whimper that makes me moan as I pull back.

“Silly little boy thinks he can hide who he is. Don’t you know by now, that there’s nothing in this school we don’t know about.”

“I–I don’t know what you're talking about.” Camden chokes out.

My lip peels back as his lie fuels my anger. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” I growl, fisting him by the shirt as I push him harder into the wall. “You think you can play dumb, make fools out of us? You must have a death wish.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He insists frantically. “I didn’t. Please, please let me go.”

I step closer to him, my lower half pressing against his and I pause, feeling a very hard bulge in his pants.

My eyes lower, blinking in surprise for a moment before rising back up to meet his and chuckling.

“You want me to stop, huh?” I ask in amusement. “Sure doesn’t feel like you do.” I taunt, rolling my hips, grinding my cock against his.

I groan, biting my lower lip as the heat of him feels so fucking good against me. Camden whines, fucking whines and pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock.

“You like this don't you?” I ask, leaning into him and brushing my lips against his in a teasing way. He slams his eyes shut, trying to shake his head. But I can feel the way his blood beats rapidly against my thumb.

If I wasn’t feeling the evidence for myself, I’d say it was in fear. Maybe it’s both. But getting an erection isn’t normally the first response when someone attacks you.

Unless you're a sick little freak.

“Now you're lying to yourself.” I tisk. “It’s okay.” I murmur, running my nose along his jaw. “We’re all fucked up deep down.” I pull back with a sinister grin. “Especially me and my pack. And oh boy do we have some fun things planned for you.”

“Please.” He begs. Please what? Please let him go? Or does he want me to do something else to his sinfully sexy body. Like take care of the hardness throbbing against my own.

“Shhh.” I hush him, my eyes dropping to the way his lower lip trembles as I brush my thumb against his throat, feeling him swallow hard against my hand. “I won’t hurt you.” My gaze slowly creeps back to his and my lip quirks up into a smirk. “Much.”

CAMDEN

My whole world is crashing down around me right now and I don’t know what to do. I want to scream, to cry, to tell Brooks to get the fuck off of me and run.

Only my body is frozen in place, unable to move. Shock or terror pump wildly through me, or both? I don’t know but when I need my body to cooperate the most, it utterly betrays me.

A part of me knew that there was a chance of this happening, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

But reality is slapping me in the face as Brooks’ calming scent of campfire smoke fills my nose. My body is lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree, my cock painfully hard. Brooks is my scent match. I can feel it in my bones, my soul screaming at me that it’s true.

After finding out about River, I knew I couldn’t take the risk of how my body might react if I ended up around him again, so I started wearing a butt plug. With the way they’ve made it their life’s mission to fuck with me, I knew that would be sooner rather then later.

It’s not the most comfortable, but it does the job because I know for a fact if I wasn’t wearing it, I’d be gushing slick right now.

This is so much more intense than my encounter with River, Brooks’ scent is choking me, making it hard to breathe.

The worst of it all is I’m so turned on, I feel like if he doesn’t touch me, the world will fucking end.

Pure hatred fills me, equally for Brooks as it is for myself.

What is wrong with me? How could I be so fucking pathetically desperate for his touch right now. He’s literally degrading me, threatening me and here I am panting over him like a bitch in heat, ready to get down on my knees and beg him to let me pull his cock out and choke on it while he calls me a good boy.

His wild eyes bore into mine, and it’s like I’m hypnotized.

I’ve heard stories of how intense a scent match bond can be, but never in my life did I think it would make me want to toss all my sanity and morals out the window. Unfortunately, here we are.

All I can do is thank whatever Gods are watching that my suppressants are working. He can’t smell me, he doesn’t know what I am to him. Even a person with the best poker face in the world wouldn’t be able to hide their reaction to finding their scent match.

Brooks thinks my reaction is because I fear him. And fuck, do I ever right now.

“Cat got your tongue?" Brooks taunts.

“Please.” I try again, only it comes out more like a plea. Fuck. I’m so screwed. I’m utterly lost to him right now. I can’t think with his scent messing with my mind.

“I sure do love to hear you beg.” Brooks chuckles and I gasp, my cock jerking against my jeans as he squeezes my throat at the same time he rolls his hips, grinding his cock against mine again.

And I fucking moan in pleasure.

“Look at you.” Brooks growls, nipping at my lip. “So fucking needy and desperate. You like this. You like being handled like you’re nothing.” he grins. “You’re almost making it too easy for us, Camden. Come on, fight back, just a little bit.”

I’m breathing so hard and fast I feel dizzy, like I might pass out.

And when Brooks steps back and slips his hand between us, his large hand covering my bulge and squeezing, my head rolls back.

“Come on, Camden. Beg for me. All you gotta do is ask and I’ll slip my hand down around your cock and make you feel so fucking good. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to be a good little whore and let me jerk you off. Make you come undone for your enemy?”

Why is saying he’s my enemy? How much does he know?

I bite down hard on my lip, refusing to humiliate myself like he wants me to. Blood coats my tongue as I try my best to shake my head, but his hold on my throat doesn’t allow much movement.

“Do it.” he growls. “Fucking beg for me Camden. I know you want it, I can feel your cock hard as fucking stone under my touch. You're only lying to yourself. It’s just us, no one needs to know your dirty little secret.”

“Please.” I sob out, just wanting these feelings to go away. I don’t want to want him. I don’t want to give in.

But at the same time, every cell in my body is demanding it. Yelling at me that this is my alpha and I’m to do as he wants. Because it’s what I want too.

“Beg for it.” Brooks uses his alpha bark and I know I’ve officially lost any control over my actions and emotions and am fully at his mercy.

“Please.” I gasp, eyes welling with tears. “Please touch me. Please let me cum.”

A deep growl of satisfaction rumbles in his chest.

“That’s right.” he grunts, hand moving to undo my jeans. “More.”

“I want you, Brooks.” I sob out, tears spilling down my cheeks as I’m filled with an equal mix of shame and need.

“Fucking yeah you do.” Brooks groans and when my cock springs free and Brooks wraps his hand around my shaft, my knees give out on me, the feeling so intense I can’t breathe.

My eyes roll back as I drop, the grip on my throat tightening, choking me for a moment before Brooks quickly catches me around the waist.

He spins me around, bringing my back to his front as his hand finds my throat again.

I close my eyes, tears flow freely as I choke on a sob when his hand starts to move up and down my cock.

Euphoria fills me with each twist of his wrist. I already know it’s not going to take much to make me cum. And that makes me sick knowing just how easily he can manipulate my body.

I’m a mess right now, I don’t even recognize myself as I thrust into his hand, over and over, needing more, faster, harder. I want to cum so fucking bad it hurts.

My hands fall forward, catching myself against the wall and I use the leverage to grind my ass back against his cock, my cock weeping with the feeling of his stiffness between my cheeks.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I use every ounce of will power I have left buried inside me to keep myself from begging him to pull my pants down and fuck me right here. To shove his thick knot deep inside my ass. I can’t. I won’t. He’d know. Betas don’t take knots. He said before that he knows my secret, but he hasn’t said which one. It could be that I’m an omega, or that my father is his enemy, and I’m not about to confirm either of those right now. Not ever if I can help it.

“You’re fucking trembling for me. So fucking hot.” He groans, grinding his cock against me just as good as I’m giving it. “I could kill you right now, out here all alone, just the two of us with everyone gone. And here you are, grinding your ass back against my cock, writhing in my arms like a slut. Do you hear yourself right now? Fucking whimpering for me, whining for more. God, you’re so fucking pathetic.” Brooks growls as he jerks me off even harder.

I know exactly what I am. And right now I can’t seem to care.

All my mind is able to process is how he’s making me feel.

He brings his lip close to my ear. “How are you going to sleep tonight, knowing you're thinking about this, how it feels to be used by me. Fucking listen to yourself,” he purrs, his breath making me shiver. “Are you crying right now?” he asks, squeezing his hands harder around my neck and cock. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be ashamed. We all like what we like. And you just so happen to like being a whore. Do you wanna be my toy, Camden? Do you want me to use you whenever I please? I’d bet you’d like that. Would you cum if I shoved you to the ground and spat in your face? If I stepped on your dick, would you pant with your release?”

Every word has my head pounding, blood pumping through my body making me feel like one big pulse.

And the fucked up part of this all is that I love every word he’s saying. It’s fueling my arousal as I think about him doing everything he’s saying.

The orgasm hits me out of nowhere... “Oh fuck.” I choke, gasping for air as my body tightens. My cock starts to jerk in Brooks’ hand as I cum harder than ever before, ropes of cum spilling out of me and onto the grass below.

“Fuck.” I can just barely make out Brooks' voice through the ringing in my ears. “I don’t know if I want to hate you or fuck you.” Brooks lets go of me and I stumble forward. “I think both.”

Spinning around, I feel like I’m high as I try to make myself aware of my surroundings.

Brooks starts to open his football pants and reality crashes into me. With him not boxing me in, I’m able to think, just enough to realize this is wrong. So fucking wrong.

“No.” I rasp out, shaking my head as I move to the side, tripping over my feet as I do my best to get away. “Don’t touch me.” I say louder. “Leave me alone!” I cry.

With shaking fingers, I do my best to pull up my pants, shame and humiliation flooding me as I turn away and run.

“See you around!” Brooks shouts. “We’re far from done with you.”

I can hear his cruel laughter as I yank open the little gate door and take off towards the back parking lot.

I don’t stop until I’m far away, numbness filling me.

Somehow, I make it back to my dorm, despite not remembering any of the run home.

“Camden?” I hear someone say my name, but I ignore it, on autopilot as I step into the elevator. Blinking, I lift my finger and press my floor number.

As the door closes, I look forward and meet the blurry face of a man. But when I blink again, the doors are closed and he’s gone.

Going to my room, I head right for the bottle of pills I have stashed under my pillow. It’s like muscle memory now, taking these to hide who I am. No one can know. If they do, I’ll lose everything.

And now, it’s more important than anything. They can’t find out what I am. If they do, nothing good will come of it.

As the little white pill falls onto the palm of my hand, it’s like a punch to the gut. Everything comes crashing in on me and I let out a devastated sob.

Why me? What did I do to deserve this. I just wanted to come to this school and get an education, to get out from under my father’s thumb and be my own person. To someday be able to freely be myself and no longer hide.

I should have known that was never going to happen. It was a stupid dream made by a fool. Because coming here only made me trade one monster, for three new ones.

My hand trembles as I shake more of the contents from the bottle into my hand. It’s only a split second of hesitation before I’m tossing the bottle of pills down.

It burns as I swallow them dry, choking as I grab a bottle of cold water from my dresser and use it to help push them down.

The bottle falls from my hand, spilling all over my desk and papers. My hard work gone.

Doesn’t matter because I soon will be too.

Leaning over my desk, I let my head hang as I keep swallowing, trying to get everything down.

Standing up, I run my hands through my hair as I start to pace my room.

A wave of heat fills me as my body starts to tingle. This is it. This is fucking it.

Only, now I’m too hot. I don’t like this.

Staggering to the door, I swing it open and make my way down the hall towards the bathrooms.

Heading for the showers, I turn the water on as cold as I can get it. The water sprays out, hitting my face and I sigh happily. This is better. Much better.

Dropping to my knees, I turn around and lean back against the wall and close my eyes.

Now, I wait.

With each passing second, I fall deeper and deeper, body numb to the world, or maybe it’s the water. I can hear something chattering. Is that my teeth? Am I shivering?

My body feels heavy, like someone tied bricks to my arms and legs.

“Camden!” A voice shouts. “Fuck. No, no, no. Come on.”

My head bobs as whoever this is grabs me. I can feel the slap of their hand on my cheek, causing me to groan.

“What the fuck did you do,” he hisses.

Something is shoved into my mouth and I gag, my body reacting on it’s own.

“That’s it. Get it all out. Fuck. Stupid, stupid boy,” they growl.

I know I’m stupid. I can’t do anything right. No matter what, I’ve always been doomed to fail from the start.

Again and again my body heaves as I bring up the pills. No. No, I don't want this. I want to tell them to leave me alone, to let me die. I want to fucking die!

I don’t get the chance to because soon the darkness takes over, doing the job for me.

This is it, sweet relief.