Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 30

I wasn't a sporty guy.

Maria wasn't with Cella and I during the game since she was on the cheer team, but after the boring thing was over, I had to deal with her clinging onto my arm and dragging me around as she introduced us to her friends. At the rate we were going, I wouldn't even get to see Mason. Then I'd be left to wallow in my self pity for the whole weekend.

Needless to say, I wasn't a fan of that idea. I managed to make my escape, claiming I left my phone in my car, and commenced my search.

It wasn't really much of a search. I took, like, five steps around the back of the bleachers and ran directly into Mason, who, judging by his appearance and smell, had just come from the showers. I had absolutely no plan of action, so I just went with it and grabbed the obviously surprised boy by the wrist, more or less dragging him away from the scene.

"Kieran? What are you-where are we-what the hell?" A continuous flow of questions and curse words escaped Mason as I pulled him along, but he didn't physically protest.

When we were behind the cafeteria, a good distance away from everybody else, I finally released Mason. He turned to me with an eyebrow raised expectantly and arms crossed over his chest. "Well? I'm guessing there's a reason you dragged me out here, so can you get on with it so I can go back to my team? I've got an after party to get to."

I probably should've figured out what I was going to do before I dragged Mason out here. Usually I was quick with my wit, and would've come up with something off the top of my head. Now, though, I was drawing a blank.

So I did something I never usually did, something that was very un-Kieran Callisto. I winged it.

"You need to stop fucking with Cella," was the first thing I came up with.

Mason heaved out a breath and rolled his eyes. "This, again?" His voice was annoyed, as if I were wasting his time.

"Yes, this again," I hissed. "You cheat on your girlfriend. Then you set me up with a girl you know I don't care about. Then you start acting as if I don't fucking exist-"

I froze as that last sentence escaped my mouth. This is why I don't improvise.

"Oh, so that's what this is about?" Mason growled. "I seriously don't get you, Kieran!" His voice was angry, more than I'd expected. "Can you make up your damn mind?"

"Woah, woah," I put my hands up defensively. I'd gotten what I wanted-Mason was angry. Except it wasn't what I wanted. It didn't feel good, it didn't fill the need I'd been feeling for the last week. If anything, it left me feeling emptier. "Where's all this coming from?" It was a stupid question, even I knew.

Mason scoffed. "This is coming from you and your fucking indecision! One moment you hate me, the next you're upset because I'm ignoring you? One second you're calling me out on all of my flaws as if I'm not already extremely aware of them, the next you're calling me and asking if I'm okay? Well I'm not okay, and it's because of you! You can't just say whatever you want and not expect things to change!"

"But I specifically said that I don't want things to change!" I exclaimed. I was frustrated-not at Mason, but at the fact that Mason's anger didn't feel good. It didn't give me the satisfaction it used to, and that pissed me the fuck off. "I was perfectly fine with the way things were-"

"The way things were?" Mason laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You mean you hating my guts and me screwing everything up? Are you so consumed by some weird pent up anger that you need someone to take it out on? Because that's not going to be me, Kieran. Not anymore. I should've known you were like this-you're a vampire, after all."

Okay, now I was angry. There was a line, and Mason had just crossed it.

I felt fury hotter and richer than any Mason had caused me before. I felt that spark of hatred, the one I'd been missing, curl outwards from my spine to my finger tips. My fangs slid out, not by hunger or thirst, but by the sudden urge I felt to attack. The biological need to pounce that I, a vampire, should always feel for Mason, a werewolf. And it was stronger than ever.

Because, for the first time, his insult didn't only reach me. Now he was attacking my father, the one man I'd always respected, always looked up to. The man who'd helped me control my urges when I was young, who'd guided me through all of my life.

He was attacking my late mother, the woman who'd cared for and nursed me. The women who'd rocked me to sleep when I was a mere child, upset and crying over something Cedric had said. He was attacking Casper, who was too young to even fully understand what he was. Casper, who'd always managed to put a smile on my face with his cheeky antics. Casper, who was so giddy and innocent and pure.

With his words, Mason had just attacked my entire family. My entire clan. My entire race.

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