Hunter POV

I sat on my chair, bored out of my mind as my father went on and on. It was the same thing every single Sunday. I didn't even see the logic in making the entire pack have lunch together.

My thoughts were halted when I heard him say ..

"And kids, no drinking, if I catch one of you, you will be in serious trouble. Got it? Now everyone, dig in!!" He said.

Everyone began devouring their food, I mean anyone would be starving if they had to listen to his rambling non stop, till he gave the 'okay' to start eating.

I looked around the tables, not even sure why but I couldn't spot that head of blond hair anywhere. No matter where I looked, he wasn't there. Not even by the seat next to his father that remained empty. He was the future Beta for crying out loud, he should know that his presence was requested even if he didn't like it!

Who the hell did he think he was..

I was about to dig in, when I caught his scent the smell of that girly soap he always liked to use. It was faint indicating that he was close by. The more I took it in the more I could smell something else mixed with it, though I couldn't make it out. Just that the scent coming off him was not purely his. I would know seeing as I had smelt it more than I can count. I knew his scent more than anything.

The smell got stronger making me look up. I watched as he come around the corner looking extremely mixed up. His hair was messy in all sort of places like it had been tugged on. His face was flushed and still heated . I didn't have to be genius to figure out why he looked like that. Or why he seemed to be catching his breath as he walked.

I watched as he shyly walked past everyone and sat next to his father. Coming from the same direction as him, walked a similar looking Elliot just as flushed as him. His hair just as mixed as his despite his trying to calm it down with his hands as he sat down next to Jeremy.

These fuckers didn't?They couldn't have?

Sure I made fun about him and Elliot hooking up before but I didn't think they'd actually do it. He looked too much of a scary cat to do something like that despite the eyes he gave Elliot all the time.

My rage grew the more I saw them stealing glances at eachother the whole time. Every time Elliot looked at him, he would shyly look away and play with the strings of his hoodie before he would look up and bite his lip staring at Elliot. His eyes swarming with lust.

What was he, a fucking girl? How can he get so shy just by being looked at by Elliot!

My anger grew to a point where my talons grew out and edged their way into the wooden bench. I could feel the heat on my skin as I growled lowly and looked at them. I wanted to punch his pretty face and make him stop looking at Elliot like that! It was gross!

Everyone got up and proceeded to the middle of the lawn to dance. This was how every Sunday afternoon was spent. Catching up and socializing on different things.

I nodded to Henry and Charles as I got up and took my father's bottle from the table without him seeing me, and went to the back of the pack-house. When I got there, I saw them cornering a very scared looking.

Drew.

Well mostly Charles was. Henry just stood there looking down as if the entire ordeal bothered him and he would rather just leave.

"Well, well.. if it isn't the dick-lover" I said as I neared him. Henry and Charles moved out of my way, revealing those scared blue eyes to me.

"Wh..whaa.. what do you want" he said as he stuttered. I could smell the fear on him, but no matter how much fear he had, it could mask that overpowering scent that sent me into a rage-fit.

The scent that didn't belong to him. But rather his mixed with someone else's.

I pulled his hair backwards making him yelp in pain, and exposed his neck. I bent down, since he was a bit shorter than me and sniffed his neck. The tip of my nose touching the side of his neck as he trembled beneath me. I threw him backwards making his back hit the wall and fall to the ground, a wince making its way passed his lips.

"Do you have any idea how disgusting you smell right now? His scent is all over you! You're practically drowning in it!" I bent down and connected my fist with his jaw. I ignored his whimpers and pleads as I started punching him till I saw blood . Even then I didn't stop.

I couldn't stop.

I knew I shouldn't have. That I should have been stronger and should have been able to control it, but when it came to Drew, everything went blank and red.

Images what they did flashed through my head. How Elliot would have held his fragile body. How he probably screamed out in pleasure. All of it made me see nothing but red. I couldn't think anything that made sense. All I wanted was to hurt him, to do anything that would take away that sting in my chest I felt every time he looked at Elliot.

I got up when I was out of breath and grabbed the bottle that I had Charles hold. I looked at it knowing that I was probably going a bit too far, and yet all I felt was anger. I gritted my teeth as I brought the bottle down on his head, smashing it to pieces over his head. I heard him hiss in pain at the open cuts on his face.

"Run back to your boyfriend..." I said in a heavy voice that I did not even recognize as my own, and walked away.

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Drew POV

I must have laid there for hours. I couldn't move. My ribs hurt, my stomach hurt, everything hurt.

What did I ever do to him?

He's always hated me for some unknown reason. He looked for every excuse to bully me. No matter how many nights I laid and tried to figure out what I had done to him, I always came up with nothing, and yet he seemed to act like I had done him the greatest wrong.

As the future Beta, it was my duty to protect him at all costs and to guide and rule our pack alongside him. Given my weaker form compared to him, even if I couldn't physically protect him, I guess in this way it felt like I was fulfilling a portion of what I was meant to do. If I kept others from looking at him and thinking any less of him, then perhaps I was fulfilling my duty. That perhaps I was protecting him in this way.

I got up slowly holding my side. I took a deep breath even though it hurt like a bitch, and walked towards my house being almost part of the pack-house in terms of how close it was, you had to pass the pack house to get to mine.

I mentally sighed as I braced myself for what was to come and walked on.

"Drew Anthony Ackerman!!" My father yelled making me flinch while I had my back to him. He only used my full name when he was mad. Other times he would just call me kiddo, now I knew he was pissed.

I turned around slightly , his eyes going wide when he saw my face.

"What happened to you?" Alpha Malcom said as he walked up to me with my father. He sniffed the air and looked at me with a gaze of disapproval.

"I thought I told you boys not to get into fights anymore." He said as his stern gaze sent shivers down my spine, and not in the good way.

"I..uhh..I.." I turned my gaze and saw that asshole smirking at me. Almost as if he was daring me to out him so he could have an excuse to further turn me into a pulp.

"I wasn't thinking clearly and got into a fight. I'm sorry" I said not making contact with his puzzled gaze, and keeping mine firm on the ground.

"With who?" My Dad asked. His voice was laced with so much anger and disappointment, no matter how much he tried to camouflage it, I knew he was angry with me.

"I don't know. I couldn't make him out" I said. The lies just rolled off my tongue. I suppose it happens when you're used to lying about your beat up face all the time.

"When are you going to stop getting into fights. You need to grow up. You can't continue acting so immature all the time. You're going to help lead this pack one day Drew. That's something serious. How do you expect these men to look up to you as their Beta when you're still picking petty fights?" He yelled. By now some of the other pack members were starting to look our way and whisper among themselves.

"Don't go so hard on him David. I'm sure he's learned his lesson. " Alpha Malcom said as he placed his hand on Dad's shoulder. He smiled at him before his eyes turned to me, freezing me in my spot. For some weird reason, the Alpha seemed to always take my side whenever my Dad and I argued. I suppose he took me as his own son , since he and my Dad were childhood friends.

"Drew, what your father says is true. You're going to lead one day along with Hunter. We as werewolves are like one family. We base our instincts off on trust and mutual respect and I have no doubt that you will acquire both from us all. But, that doesn't mean you're off the hook. As punishment you're going to run 10 laps with Elliot tonight" I looked up when I heard Elliot's name, but quickly looked down when I saw my father's glare.

"Why is he being punished?" I asked.

I watched as Alpha Malcom walked away not answering my question. Just when I thought he would blatantly ignore me , he turned around smirking at me as if he knew something..

"He distracted you from your duties... yet again"