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 that rose in my throat.
Again? She's doing it again. She's screwing someone again. There's nothing Madison loves more than sex. She can't go a day without doing it. It's not that I'm complaining or something; I only 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.
"Arg," sliding off the chair, I secretly slipped out of English class and went to the abandoned art class downstairs. Madison has turned the class into her private sex room; she's been having sex there for the past two weeks.
Reaching the art class, I pushed the door open and entered, expecting to see only Madison, but I was surprised by the two gentlemen in the room with her.
One was getting dressed, and the other was fully naked. Okay, I recognize the fully naked guy. He is Peter, her sex partner. Madison loves his dick. She loves how he fucks her; at least, that's what she told me. The other guy is... I settled my gaze on the other guy as I struggled to recognize him.
After getting dressed, he turned in my direction, instantly giving himself away. And moon goddess! Is that Celeb?!
"Celeb!" I gasped and instantly flinched back. What is he...? What is he doing here?! Why is he...? Did he just...?
"Celeb," I called again, but Celeb refused to look at me. He wore his eyeglasses, grabbed his bag, and hastily walked out of the art room.
Why is my friend here? He is the only male friend I have left. Did Madison succeed in fucking Celeb too? Did she...?
A dry laugh came from the other side of the room, and I turned to find Madison staring at me; she was also fully naked.
"Why do you look surprised?" She smirked, "He is 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 hung it over his shoulder. Without wasting a second, he inserted one of his fingers into her pussyhole to check her level of wetness. After receiving a positive response, he immediately repositioned her at an angle that could benefit the two of them before slamming into her.
Madison's sweet moans filled the room the next second, 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 sexual advances. He vowed that he was never going to have sex with her. I guess that was all a lie. I like Peter. I like that he is different from other people.
Unlike my other classmates, Peter never judged my looks; he never called me ugly or looked at me with disgust. And to be honest, I always hoped that he'd turn out to be my mate. Well, I guess I have been wrong about him all the time.
I don't know how long it took, but they finally finished. Peter put on his shorts and left the class, leaving Madison and me.
"Bring the wipe," Madison ordered, panting, her hair disheveled and covered in sweat. Upon her request, I took out the feminine wipe and went to her; she snatched the wipe from me and cleaned her private parts with it. After a thorough cleaning, she dumped the wipes on the floor.
"Make sure to clean everywhere," she instructed, dressed up, and left the room.
Yeah, I always clean up after her mess. This is not the first, 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.
Squatting down, I put on my hand gloves, then picked up the mix of condoms filled with semen, the feminine wipe, and other trash before dumping them in the trash can outside the class.
After ensuring everywhere was clean, I grabbed my bag and exited the art class. I was on my way to an afternoon class, but another text message brought me to a sudden halt.
Madison sent me a text. Shit, what does she want again?
"Come down to the parking lot," the text read.
What for?! I typed the message in and was about to send it, but immediately resisted. 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 must hold back.
Yes. I'll hold back just like I've always done. I've been doing an impressive job so far; I can't ruin it now. Sucking in a breath, I exhaled deeply and forced a smile on my face, then sent a reply.
"Okay, coming."
**
I quickly reached the school's parking lot and scanned it for Madison. Once I spotted her, I ran to her.
She's leaning over a sports car, and she appears to be reapplying her makeup. Her hair and clothes are tidy again.
"Madison, I'm here," I announced once I was close to her. But she moved her gaze elsewhere and flashed a smile at the person she was gazing at. The person was none other than Thatcher. Thatcher, one of the triplet Alphas, was also her lover and potential mate.
"Hi, honey." She went closer and embraced him.
"Did I keep you waiting?" He pecked her forehead, and she snuggled into him.
"No, baby, but I've missed you so much. School was so boring today; I could no longer endure it, so I called you," she whined.
"Alright, I'll take you out of here." He opened the car and helped her in. He was about to take the driver's position, but I stopped him.
While trying to stop him, my fingers mistakenly brushed against his for a few seconds. When this happened, I hurriedly pulled back and stepped away from him.
What just happened? I gasped as I gazed at my hands with shock and pure horror. No, don't get me wrong, I am not shocked by the fact that my fingers touched his; I am only shocked by the things I experienced within those few seconds our hands connected.
I was shocked by the amount of electricity that went through my body at that contact.
Why did...? Looking up at him, I noticed the shocked look on his face. Many questions were written on his face; he must have experienced it himself.
"Alpha..." I called and was about to speak, but Madison interrupted us.
"What the heck, go away!" She yelled at me.
"Get in, honey," she called to Thatcher, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he got into the car and drove away with her.
A few hours passed, and I gradually forgot the incident ever happened, but the sudden appearance of Thatcher and his brothers slowly brought back the memories. They are in front of my door begging to see me.