Bite Down Harder

Bite Down Harder 8

BDH8
I run.

I shouldn't have reacted in the way that I did. It was way more dramatic than I've ever been before or that I ever want to be. When I see my brother having sex with Dakota I just freak out. I have to admit I feel this jealousy.

I'm standing at the top of the steps that lead downstairs in the huge castle. The steps lead to the front foyer. I'm breathing heavy. I can't believe this happened.

I find myself punching the wall hard. I punch it so hard that I dent it.
"I'm sorry," a voice says behind me.

I turn at that moment to see Dakota. He's standing there. The anger that I have right now is beyond anything that I've felt for a long time. When I turn I notice Dakota has followed me out of the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He is flushed red. He wasn't expecting me. I can tell that he didn't know that I was going to come here.

His torso is slim and tight. The towel is wrapped around his waist. I can smell him from here. He smells like sex. He smells like Yuma.

"That was a great welcome," I tell him, "I must say."

"I didn't know you'd come back."

"And that matters?" I ask him.

"I have no excuse," Dakota tells me, "I was drinking and Yuma...came onto me and it just...happened."

I laugh. Dakota is clearly drunk now. He's stuttering his words. A part of me believe him. He keeps running his hand through his hair. I don't know why I expected him to be faithful to me. I don't know why I thought he wouldn't be sleeping with anyone.

I shake my head.

I sit on the stairs. I shouldn't have come back here. It was a mistake to come back.
"I used to watch you when we ran as wolves. Your legs were always longer than mine. You could always run faster than me," I admit to Dakota, "I used to think that maybe you were the kind of wolf I wanted to be with. I used to fantasize."

"Can you stop?" Dakota asks me, "I feel bad enough already."

"Why him? Why not me?" I ask.

"You know why."
"No I don't know why," I explain, "I'm honestly confused. You spent so much more time with me. You made me into a wolf. You taught me everything I know."

I was sure my mother had helped Yuma along. Dakota and I had a connection. The connection was strong. It lasted. It was something that was important to me. I wanted to be the one making love to Dakota. For the first time in my life I envied my brother.

"You belong to him."

"Are you serious? Yuma is in the competition too," I state.

"It's different. Since you've been gone I can tell that the Alpha hasn't stopped thinking about you," Dakota explains to me, "You know what he did when you left and Yuma came back? He took Yuma on a date and all they did was talk about you..."

"You thought he was going to bring me back?" I ask.

Dakota nods.

"It was just a matter of time. Walid likes you. He's trying to fight it."

Dakota is wrong. Walid didn't bring me back. Two members of Walid's pack brought me back. Sure, Walid told me to stay but it was different. Dakota looks like he isn't willing to even think about crossing Walid. It looks like he knows that he isn't going to want to start this.

"And so are you," I state.

Dakota sighs, "Yeah. I am. Because you belong to him. And I can't fight him for you. So even though I want you...even though I might even prefer you I decided long ago I couldn't have you. I settled, Yas. I settled for your brother."
I smell him coming before he gets there but Dakota is so drunk that he doesn't smell my brother coming. My brother walks up behind him. He hears everything Dakota says about him. I look over at Yuma and my mouth drops open when I see Yuma react. A tear runs down Yuma's eyes. I had no idea when Yuma became gay. I mean he always was feminine but our mother raised us this way. How long did he have feelings for Dakota? I had no idea that this was a thing.
"You settled for me?" Yuma asks Dakota.

Dakota is so drunk that his eyes almost bulge out of his head when he realizes Yuma is standing behind him. This is a mess. This is a fucking mess. Yuma just heard Dakota admit that he was basically the consolation prize.
All Dakota can do is lean up against the wall. He's dripping sweat from the alcohol on his breath. It's clear that he's having a bad day. I feel bad for him even though he literally was caught with his pants down. He's confused. It's clear he's confused.

"Fuck," is all Dakota says.

Yuma shakes his head. He turns around. My brother was way more emotional than I was. Where I had stormed off out of anger, Yuma was storming off in tears. I watch as he leaves and I feel more like shit than ever.

Dakota wants to run after Yuma, I can tell but I think he doesn't want to offend me. Does Dakota really have feelings for me? If he does, they must run deep because right now he is fighting his instinct to pursue my brother. I want to run after him. I don't.

"You can't make everyone happy," I tell Dakota, "Go ahead. Go after him."

"Are you sure?"

It hurt. This hurt like fuck that Dakota cared so much about Yuma. It hurt that I've entered in some fucked up love triangle out of nowhere that I never intended. That's what I get for leaving Yuma and Dakota here alone. They bonded. They grew close. They caught feelings for one another.

"Yes. Go after him."
Dakota nods at that moment and he leaves me. I'm left in that staircase alone. I'm just thinking. I'm just wondering where things go from here. Things will just get more and more awkward.

The next day I wake up in time for breakfast. Dakota comes to get me. Yuma is already with him. The awkwardness between the three of us is so thick that you couldn't cut through it. Yuma doesn't give me eye contact. His eyes are puffy. I know my little brother well enough to know that when his eyes are puffy it means that he's been spending a lot of time crying.

We walk down to the breakfast area.

I don't even have the chance to really talk to Yuma when Dakota leaves us. Eyes are swarming at me from the other Betas in the room. The entire breakfast area turns to look at me. There are swarms of whispers as I walk into the room.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Ian Page says.

Ian Page is sitting next to Matty and Johan. The three of them are clicked up together as usual. I watch with this uncomfortable feeling that I can't describe. More Betas pile into the room and they all seem to have the same expression as Ian Page had. They all seem surprised that I'm in this room.

I ignore them. I don't have time for this. I sit over next to Yuma.

"Yuma...we should talk..." I state.

Yuma doesn't exchange my glance. He stares down, "About?"

"Yuma you know what we should talk about," I respond, "The...situation."

I can't say the whole thing about Dakota, Yuma and I were in this to win over the interest of Walid after all. The fact that we were sitting here fighting about Dakota right now had nothing to do with it. My brother swings his long hair from one side to another. He is brushing it right there at the breakfast table. My mother would have screamed at him for doing something like that. I knew my brother well enough to know that he brushed his hair when he was uncomfortable. He's acting as though he's not bothered.

Yuma actually turns to me and smirks, "There's nothing to talk about big brother."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You should go to your seat."

"I want to sit here. Next to you," I tell him.

He shakes his head, "That is the head seat next to Walid. Prince usually sits there."

Was Yuma schooling me about my place or something? I'm shocked by it actually. I watch as Prince lurks over me. I don't know how long he's been standing over me. He has his arms crossed. He doesn't seem to be surprised as all the others that I am back in the competition.

He grunts with this confidence that I've seen from him a lot. I don't want to make a big thing about this especially not on my first day back so I decide to get up and let Prince have his fucking chair.

As I walk away I can hear Prince make a smart little remark, "I love how young pups are so easily housebroken."

His comment is weird. Is he calling me a young pup or was he referring to Yuma who was desperately holding his seat for him?

I feel uncomfortable with it all but end up walking over to Karamo. Karamo is the only one who actually seems happy to see me. We meet halfway and embrace. A lot of the other boys are still talking in the breakfast hall. Breakfast is slowly being served. Raw meat like usual with a side of apple juice. I have to admit that I'm happy to see Karamo even though I should be a lot more worried about the whole situation with Yuma.

"Looks like you are the talk of breakfast," Karamo says, pulling me over to a corner of the room away from the onlookers.

He's right. Whispers. There are whispers everywhere among the Betas. They are all desperately watching. They are all waiting to see what is going to happen.

"I didn't expect to be accepted back," I tell him.

Karamo smiles, "It was you with that beautiful coat on yesterday. Huh? And with that beautiful coat. You definitely know how to make an entrance, sir. That takes some balls coming back here uninvited."

I want to mention the fact that I did have an invitation. Then I thought about Qadir. I thought about how big he was. I think about the fact that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to throw Qadir and Mayorga under the bus. It's not a good idea to even mention the two of them honestly.

So instead I just nod, "What'd I miss?"

"See that guy over there...his name is Frenchy. He's a part of the Houston Pack. Frenchy is a total slut. He's been throwing himself at Walid every chance he gets."

I've seen Frenchy around. He isn't as handsome as some of the other guys so I never really thought he was much of a threat. He has a big nose and he isn't as fit as some of the other wolves. He's definitely no Prince. Hell, he's not even an Ian to be honest. He wasn't anywhere as attractive as the more attractive werewolves. I guess he was a threat because he was willing to go further than most any other guys. Even right now he has a see through shirt on and his pants hang loosely from his torso, threatening to fall down completely at any moment. I can see his underwear. He's definitely a slut.

"Has Walid taken the bait?" I ask.

"Not with him. Walid's been spending most of his time with you-know-who. He's the favorite to win at this point."

I turn to Prince. It's clear as day that Karamo is talking about Prince. Prince is confidently sitting at the table. You would think he didn't have a care in the world. While the others are threatened by me returning Prince is more comfortable than ever.

"And what about you? How have you been doing?" I ask Karamo, "In the competition..."

Karamo sighs.

"No date. Not yet. He acts like I don't even exist. I think I'm going to be eliminated anyway."

"Oh come on. Look at you and look at some of the other guys here. You'll be fine Karamo. Give it a chance."

I am trying to give Karamo a pep talk. He's my friend but truth is every moment I see Walid I get more and more selfish. I am starting to not want anyone to think that they have a chance in this situation. I actually want to compete again for Walid's affection. There has to be a reason that he asked me to stay right?

The doors open. The Vanderbilts storm into the room. I know what this means and so do the rest of the Betas. Walid is coming. We all hustle to our seats. A lot of people sit up straight. A lot of people put on these heavy smiles. They all look like they are getting ready to be on camera or something. I attempt to mimic what the others are doing but I fail miserably. It's been a while that I haven't to put on this stupid performance. I wasn't going to miss it.

Walid walks into the room. He sits at his seat. I notice as soon as he sits...Prince slides his hands over to Walid. He grabs Walid's hand. I'm a little shocked by it.

I look over to Karamo and Karamo whispers, "See what I mean..."

Prince was HOLDING Walid's hand at the breakfast table. When the FUCK did this happen? The others all look a little bit used to it as well. They aren't even shocked or surprised by Prince's audacity. Why the fuck was anyone else still even here if these guys were already holding hands. All of a sudden the little bit of confidence I had sinks lower than hell.

I didn't stand a chance with Prince still in this.
"Good morning," Walid says.

"Good morning Walid," a chorus of pretty, horny and desperate young men say to him loudly.

I think I'm the only one who doesn't join in. It just sounds...stupid. There is no other way to describe it. I guess it takes leaving after a while to realize just how stupid this all looks. Walid's eyes circle around the room. They lap around twice. His eyes don't even stop at me. It's almost like I don't exist. What the fuck? He invited me back just to ignore me? We all sit around at the table and just stare. I want to know how to react to this but it's honestly really awkward.

"I don't have much time for breakfast," Walid says, "I'm going to hunt with my pack. Unfortunately, I realize I've made a mistake. I've kept the wrong people here for a bit too long. I'm going to have to speed up this process. I can't focus with there being so many of you. I'll have to eliminate the majority of you today..."

I gulp.

I just got back here.

"Oh my god it's happening," Karamo says.

I grab Karamo's leg, "It's ok..."

"As you leave breakfast you'll be given a red rose, a yellow rose or a black rose," Walid explains to everyone, "The red rose means that you stay. The black rose means that you leave."

"And the yellow rose?" I ask.

Walid isn't used to anyone talking out loud. He's definitely not used to being questioned. Everyone turns to me realizing that I'm speaking out of place or something. It's clear that I just may be speaking out of place. I don't know. All I know is that is becoming clear that I should have probably just kept my big mouth shut and waited until he got to it.

"The yellow rose means that I'm unsure and I need to spend some time with you."

Whispers formulate. Everyone is desperate to get a red rose. Walid doesn't say another word. He doesn't even stick around to explain why each one of us gets a rose. We watch from the door. It's strange seeing what's happening.

As soon as Walid and the Vanderbilt pack leaves, Prince gets up. He stands there for a moment as though making sure everyone saw just how handsome his face was. I think he knew what everyone else knew. There was no way in hell that he would be getting a black rose...or a yellow rose for that matter. It was clear that Prince was getting the right rose. He has this confident grin on his face.

"As far as I'm concerned there should only be one red rose. The rest of you ought to just get a black rose. I wish he would just stop playing around with you all. There's no point to it," Prince said, "You're all losers."

Prince snickers under his breath as he gets nasty stares from everyone else. We all look at him as he confidently walks to the door. It's Qadir who is giving out the roses at the door. He hands Prince a red rose. Prince looks back at us. He holds it up in the air. He smirks at us before walking out of the room at that moment.

I can hear whispers of fear as people wonder who should be going next.

Karamo looks over at me, "I'm scared."

"You'll be fine."

"You don't know that," Karamo says.

We watch at that moment as Frenchy gets up. He walks over to the door. He gets a red rose. I can hear him sigh from here. The twins get up after Frenchy. August and Augustine from the New York Pack. Next to Prince I would I say the twins were the most attractive Betas here. Nadia and Nadim warned me on multiple occasions to be careful with the twins.

That's when I see it. They both receive black roses!

"Oh shit," I hear Ian say behind me.

The first black roses given out that night. There is a dark gloom that goes over the room at that moment. I watch as Yuma follows up after the twins.

Yuma gets a yellow. The weird thing about it is Yuma has a reaction similar to how Basil was. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't seem to give a damn at all. He doesn't smile. He doesn't grimace. He just walks out of the room.

"That's weird," I tell Karamo.

I don't expect Yuma to get a yellow. Yuma was pretty. He seemed like Walid's type. He was more than submissive in more ways than one. I figured Yuma would be a shoe in. He was in the middle though. Yellow meant that Walid was "Unsure" of him.

"Not really. Honestly now that you're back he's probably unsure if he wants to keep your brother around," Karamo explains, "Let's be honest. There is no real chemistry between them. Not like the chemistry that you and him have."

Five more boys go up after Yuma. Black, black, black, black, black. My heart races. What the fuck was going on. No one was getting any red roses. Everyone was really getting black roses. I watch from a distance as Ian, Matty and Johan go up.

Ian nods at his little flunkies. He tells them to go first to get their roses from Qadir. They are both given a red rose. Ian, seemingly confident after seeing this walks up but I'm beyond shocked when he doesn't get a red rose.

"Ian just got a yellow rose," I tell Karamo.

Karamo shakes his head, "Holy shit. Ian is hot. I don't stand a chance."

More boys go up. There is a boy named Richard that is eliminated. Soon after there is another one who is eliminated named Max. Three more boys get eliminated after those two. Damn. Walid is playing no games.

"We should stop torturing ourselves and go," I tell Karamo.

"My legs feel like glue."

"Is it that serious?" I ask Karamo.

Karamo looks over at me, "Yes. Yes, it is. What if he doesn't pick me?"

"What if you don't pick him?" I ask Karamo, "Like c`mon. Do you even have feelings for Walid Karamo?"

"Look at the guy. He's the sexiest man ever..." Karamo stated.

"Ok sure. You want him to probably have sex with you, but is there anything else deeper than that?" I ask him, "If he chooses you great. If he doesn't...is it really the worse thing in the world?"

I don't know where I'm coming from with this. I actually have felt something for Walid. I just want to understand where these other guys are coming from. Did they actually feel anything for Walid at all or were they here just because?

"You don't get it. Guys like me were raised to be Beta wolves. Aunt Annie is counting on me. I'm supposed to bring my pack pride. I'm supposed to belong to a strong Alpha. There is no stronger Alpha then Walid. You don't get how serious this is."

"Ok. Ok. How about I go first?" I tell Karamo.

"That's not going to help. You're definitely going to get a red."

"So will you."

"Then let's do it together."

I smile at the idea. Karamo grabs my hand. The two of us walk up to Qadir together. Qadir looks us in our eyes. He squints at me. I can tell that he wants to say something to me but he doesn't.

That's when he hands us two flowers.

One red. One yellow.

"I think you mixed us up," Karamo tells Qadir.

"No. You get red. Yaser gets the yellow."

I look at the yellow flower. What the fuck? Yellow! He invited me back to give me a fucking yellow? What the hell kind of game was Walid playing with me?

"Yas..." Karamo states.

6 boys chosen are given red flowers at the end of the ceremony: Prince, Frenchy, Karamo, Matty, Johan and a weird looking guy named Adi who supposedly got through because he was mysterious. Three of us were given yellow: Ian, Yuma and I.

The rest were sent home.

I should be happy I wasn't among the black but it's not enough. It's not worth it.

I storm off.

I'm beyond annoyed at this moment. First I find out that Dakota has been sleeping with Yuma. Now I'm finding out that Walid can't even give me a fucking red flower. How embarrassing is this. How fucking embarrassing is it that I was only one of three people who were given a yellow fucking flower.

I'm heading up to my room ready to just pack my shit and leave again. Why not? Why stay for someone who isn't even that interested in me.

I'm stopped halfway up the stairs though.

Mayorga has followed me.
I wonder if he saw his lover give me the yellow flower. Maybe he heard about it beforehand. Either way he seems to know.

"You can't just throw tantrums like that. People are watching," Mayorga explains, "People...talk in this place."

"I don't care," I respond, "I'm going home."

"No you aren't..." Mayorga states.

I raise my eyebrows, "Excuse me."

"I know how it is when you start falling for a dominant wolf," Mayorga explains, "Trust me. You're tougher than any beta wolf I've ever met, but at the end of the day you're still a beta wolf. You have that glimmer in your eye when you talk about him. You'll do anything to make him happy. You're falling for Walid. You know it and I know it. I can see it a mile away."

Was Mayorga trying to read my mind?

"I don't know anything about Walid---" I laugh, "I'm not falling for him."

"You don't have to know him. The wolf is all about the feeling. Does your heart race when you see him? Do you feel a rush in your loins? Do you want to roll over and submit to him?"

The idea of submitting to Walid turned me on. I had to admit. My dick got hard just thinking about it. I wanted to roll over. I wanted him to manhandle me in any way that he wanted. Still. I wanted more than just sex from Walid. I wanted him to actually give a fuck. I didn't want to be in a competition with all these other boys for his attention.

Most of all I didn't want to be receiving the UNSURE signals from him while I'm in a competition to win him over. This shit was making me feel so...worthless.

"Prince is going to win this thing," I state, "We all see it a mile away."

"Maybe. Most of the members of the Vanderbilt Pack have their money on Prince. You know who my money is on?"

"You guys are betting."

He laughs, "Sure. And I put all my money on you."

Why was Mayorga being so nice to me?

"What do you and Qadir have to gain from this?"

"Nothing," he says.

Why don't I believe him? Mayorga is nice. If it was just Mayorga talking to me I would believe him, but Mayorga did anything that Qadir told him to do. I didn't trust Qadir. There was something about him that just made me so fucking uncomfortable. There was something about Qadir that rubbed me the wrong way.

"Fine," I state anyway and force a smile, "I'll stay."

"Good. Go get dressed. Walid is taking you all out when he gets back from his hunt."

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We go as wolves on the date with Walid. He is up front. The large white wolf reigns supreme in these parts and Walid lets us know it. Ian follows close behind. Ian's wolf is a dingy gray wolf. I still have a little bit of an attitude but I'm working on it. We end up at the side of waterfall in the beautiful Vanderbilt forest. It's so fucking beautiful out this way.

I have to admit that I've never seen anything like this. We turn back to humans but Walid demands us stay naked. He doesn't want us hiding our bodies. He wants to see us in our naked flesh.

It's kind of weird seeing my little brother naked. Yuma is shaped pretty much like a female. He even has this tiny little dick hanging between his legs that I'm sure he barely would never end up using. Ian and I are shaped pretty similarly to one another. We are both a little bit more on the masculine side as far as our bodies go. I wasn't sure what Walid liked the most.
Then there was Walid.

"Jesus..." I hear Ian whisper when Walid comes out of the hot spring.

His body is dripping water. I'm struggling to conceal the boner that I'm getting watching his naked body come out of the hot spring. I don't think I'm the only one because Ian sits down on a rock and crosses his legs. My little brother Yuma just looks away awkwardly as though not wanting to look over at Walid.

"You guys can come over. Feed me," Walid says.

He lays down on the picnic blanket that was set up. He lays on his back. His huge dick slings over the side of his leg. Yes. His dick is so much bigger than Qadir's now that I look at it. I think Ian looks at it too and seems a little bit intimidated. Ian on the other hand looks like a goddam horn-dog. He is feeding Walid grapes in a matter of seconds. His hands inch closer and closer to Walid's dick. I watch a little bit annoyed as he does it.

"Thank you for bringing us out here, sir," Yuma states, grabbing grapes and reaching over.

"Why don't you tell your brother to come sit over here," Walid asks Yuma.

Yuma looks over at me, "Yas..."

"I heard him. Yuma why don't you tell your Alpha that it is a little bit too crowded over there," I respond.

Yuma and Ian exchange glances. They aren't expecting me to say that. I'm annoyed by it all. I'm annoyed that Walid is allowed Ian to slowly trace his abs. Ian outlines every single one of Walid's abs with his fingers. It's some sort of muscle worship. Ian is hard the ENTIRE time. It's clear he's turned on by it. I can see his dick precuming on the goddam picnic blanket! Ian slowly moves his hands down and down more and more. He grabs onto Walid's dick. He touches it slowly. He looks so desperate. I think Ian is only seconds away from giving Walid head.

And Walid is just LETTING him.

"You're saying no to me?" Walid asks me.

"Maybe. What you going to do?" I ask, "Eliminate me. Again?"

Walid looks like he is on edge. He sighs a little bit.

"It's OK sir. Here have a grape," Yuma says all of a sudden.

I'm not sure if Yuma is trying to protect me from Walid's wrath or just calm Walid down to get more attention from him. Either way I just get more annoyed. I'm annoyed that Yuma is feeding Walid grapes.

He puts a grape in Walid's mouth. Walid eyes jet over at me at that moment. That's when he licks Yuma's finger. Is he...trying to make me feel some type of way or something? Is Walid trying to make me jealous.

"Do they taste good sir?" Ian asks Walid.

"Taste them..." Walid says.

Ian reaches down to bite a grape but Walid stops him, "No. Out of my mouth."

Ian reaches over at that moment and starts getting the grapes out of Walid's mouth. I watch from a distance as the two kiss.

"I'm leaving," I state.

Walid gets up and damn near PUSHES Ian off of him at that moment.

"Did I say you can leave?" Walid asks me.

"You clearly have your hands full," I respond, reacting to Walid kissing Ian.

Walid is steaming at that moment. He looks over at Ian and Yuma, "You two. Beat it."

The two of them look confused at that moment. Ian opens his mouth clearly upset. He looks broken actually. It doesn't matter though because he gets up and leaves. Yuma follows closely behind him. They turn back into wolves and make their way back toward Vanderbilt Castle.

I cross my hands and look at Walid.

"If you are going to eliminate me just go ahead and do it," I state.

Walid is pissed, "Why the fuck are you so...so...DIFFICULT! No beta is supposed to talk to an Alpha the way you talk to me. I allowed you to come back here. You should be. I don't know. Happy about even being back."

"So that you can give me a yellow card?" I ask.

"You wonder why I give you one?" Walid asks, "You are the only wolf here who goes out of their way to be difficult. You think you're special or something?"

"Clearly I'm not. So let me go."

"No."

"You can't force me to stay here."

"What the hell do you want from me?" Walid asks, "I'm being pulled a million different ways. I'm trying to make a serious decision here. The least you can do is be a little bit more like the other Betas."

"You have the other Betas. They are passive. They will jerk you off when you want them to. They'll suck you off. Ian was about to just a minute ago if you let him."

"I don't want that guy to suck me off."

"Then eliminate him," I respond.

"Will that make you happy?" he asks me.

I'm confused.

"Huh?"

"Do you want me to eliminate Ian?"

Was this some sort of test or something? I was still confused. If it was a test what did I have to lose? Ian was an asshole to me. He was one of the worst people I'd ever met. What did I have to lose by getting Walid to eliminate him.

"Yes."

"Fine. I'll do it as soon as I get back. Who else?"

I roll my eyes at Walid.

"I'm not playing these games with you Walid," I tell him.

"I'm not playing games either," Walid explains, "I asked you to come back. If I show you that I want you here maybe you'll actually start acting like you want to be here. So how about that? How about we make a deal?"

Interesting. I look over at Walid. He is dead serious.

"What deal?"

"You stop disrespecting me. At least in front of other wolves and I eliminate Ian."

He would do that for me? I'm confused. Walid is actually standing here giving in a little bit. He wasn't just dictating. Right now when it's just the two of us he kind of softens up a little bit. His face is so soft actually.

"No deal."

"Fuck. What else do you want?"

"Eliminate Prince as well," I state.

I'm pushing my luck. I know it. I can see his reaction when I say Prince's name at that moment.

"I can't do that," Walid explains, "My pack loves Prince. They'll question my judgment. And honestly...I enjoy having him around."

It hurts a little bit to hear Walid say that but I get where he's coming from. People would think it was really weird if he just eliminated the front runner out of nowhere. People would question him. Hell, I would probably question his judgement if he just eliminated Prince.

"Fine. Eliminate Ian, Matty and Johan."

"Done."

I'm shocked.

"Seriously?" I ask.

"Seriously," he responds, "I eliminate them and you become more passive."

"When other people around..." I add.

"Yes. When others are around," he explains.

I nod.

"Ok."

Walid and I stare at each other. This is an odd date. We've been making a deal. It's the weirdest deal ever made but it's a deal and honestly I kind of like it. I am honestly enjoying this. Ian was going to get eliminated. That would make this place feel a lot more like home. I would actually enjoy this place if Ian was eliminated.

Walid walks closer to me. He grabs me by my waist, "I think I deserve some ass for that."

"No. You don't deserve anything. You haven't even eliminated Ian and his cronies yet."

Walid shakes his head, "Didn't we agree you'll be more passive?"

"I don't see anyone else around," I state stepping away from him.

Walid laughs and turns away. He looks back towards the castle, "Fine. I'll head back and make arrangements to eliminate Ian, Matty and Johan."

"OK."

"Oh Yaser?"

"Yes."

"You're lucky I can't get you out of my head," Walid says before adding, "Or I would have snapped your neck a long time ago."

With that Walid turns into the white wolf and he bolts off into the forest. I watch him leave. A part of me knows that Walid isn't joking when he says that. A part of me knows that Walid is resisting his emotions for me. One day I might push Walid too far and he'll snap and kill me. He was a wild uncontrollable beast. A part of me knew that I was playing with fire.

However, a big part of me thinks something else.

A big part of me thinks he likes me...

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