Im The Alpha chapter 2
Hey guys! I understand this is chapter 2, and there aren't a lot of follows, review, likes etc, just yet. I also want to apologize for the mistakes in the last chapter. Im typing on my tablet and Don't have spell check with the program I use (best I can do sorry) but I do want to write this fiction, even without follows and review, because I want to enjoy it too, but I want you guys to as well. I've written in the past, but neither stuck so this will be my first real fiction! Congrats! Anyway happy reading and please review!
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The walk to Bellamy's car was short, but took twice as long as needed. Clarke's body ached from the change. Her walk is a hobble, and she has to stop every so often just to rest her limbs. If asked to describe it, it's almost like growing pains, very, very bad growing pains, mixed with tearing all the muscles in your legs, arms, and chest. Clarke's adrenaline from before allowed her to ignore it. Briefly. But now that that high was gone, she was left with nothing more than a sore body and a laughing perverted idiot.
"Are you ever going to hurry up?" Bellamy yelled farther up the tree line.
Clarke groaned and picked up the pace, her body pleading to stop. Bellamy waited and Clarke marched passed him, proving her dominance in a every awkward, rather wobbly sort of way. Bellamy just chuckled.
"You know princess you've lasted longer than most." He said walking beside her.
"Good to know." She said short.
"Most people collapse from pain"
"Even better."
"You wont make it all the way"
"Wanna bet?"
With that Bellamy just smirked. "Well" he said. " every princess needs her carriage". Next thing Clarke was aware of she was being flung over Bellamy's shoulder. A quick gasp escaped her mouth at the sudden moment.
"Bellamy! Put me down you ape!"
"Actually I'm a wolf". Bellamy countered.
"Actually, you're a horney mutt". Clarke strikes back.
She continued to pound on him for a while, hitting his back and flailing her legs. Though Clarke was confident it hurt her more physically than him. Though when her nails made contact in a fluke hit, Clarke couldn't help but feel a bit satisfied with Bellamy finally telling her to quite it. So she hit him a few more times for good measure then relaxed her body a bit. She couldn't deny how much faster and less painful this whole, as Bellamy said, carriage business was. Though she still felt degraded and promised herself it wouldn't happen again. Clarke was vaguely aware though of how his hands kept her still, occasionally reaching to adjust her, the other placed between at her knees. Using them like a hook.
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Clarke may have been vaguely aware of his hands, but Bellamy was very conscious of them. He tried not to touch her, just for the pure decency of it, but shifting her occasionally caused his hands to touch her butt, and he couldn't do anything about her breasts pressing into his back. He was getting worked up thinking over it. Even through her sweater he could feel them. His body defiantly wasn't complaining. And honestly Bellamy was thankful that Clarke was facing away from his front, and that his pants were baggy, because pretty soon an obvious tent could be formed. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and they walked the rest of the way to his car in silence. Neither willing to give up the temporary peace. It lasted about five minutes, until they were finally out of the forest, and in a gravel lot, Bellamy placed Clarke down, watching as she gained her balance, a hand on her shoulder to make sure of it. Bellamy saw her look at it and quickly removed it. Clarke gave a slight stretch. They both began to walk toward the only car in the lot, an old pick up truck. He waited for Clarke to climb into the passenger seat and then he entered the drivers. "Buckle up" he said, and Clarke rolled her eyes, but didn't fight. She must have been losing steam, the first switch was always the worst.
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Bellamy had turned around and began shuffling around in some plastic bags, groceries Clarke guessed he had left in the car, but she was too tired to care really. So she just sat there with her arms crossed. When he sat up again he was holding a water bottle out to her in his left hand. "Here" he said. It was only one word but Clarke finally resized suddenly why people though he was attractive. He looked at her with what was almost gentle and caring as he held the bottle. His face was pretty, body healthy and muscular, plus a few seductive words would have all the girls (and boys) swooning for him. If he wasn't such an asshole and pervert to her, she might have fell for it too. Though Clarke would like to think otherwise.
So she took the water with unoticeable hesitation, and gave a quick thanks. She downed the bottle in the first 3 minutes in the car.
They drove in silence for a quick while before Clarke spoke up again.
"I still hate you" Clarke started, Bellamy scoffed. There was a moment of silence.
"But I'm not unhappy about whatever this is". She said not taking her eyes off the headlight lit road. More time passed.
"Clarke," Bellamy started and this grabbed her attention, it was the first time he had used her name, and not just princess.
"You're literally going into a wolf den," he pulled into a driveway of a small outskirts house, "and it's going to be hectic, but" he paused letting her take in each individual word he said. "But its not a problem, so long as you say you'll join my pack. Say you'll join Blake pack and be loyal".
Clarke was confused. "I thought I was part of your pack? And what's with the egotistical name?"
"Clarke" He said a bit more forcefully,
"Fine," she said, blue eyes connected to Brown. "I'm loyal to the Blake pack."
Bellamy smiled. "Lets go meet everyone.
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Bellamy was beyond excited about this, though he didn't let it show. He still had to mark Clarke as his but in time. Right now, she was wolf, and had pledged herself to his pack, his pack where she could be his mate...Eventually. He was satisfied for the night.
He walked into his house, Clarke behind and what he saw were 5 idiots tearing up his house. "Hey!" He shouted and everyone stopped. They turned around to face him from the TV. From the looks of it Monty was high, Miller and Raven were playing video games on the Xbox, Octavia was scratching Jasper's wolf form being the ear and he was guessing Jasper was also high, and junk food, beers, and soda were everywhere. They were underage for hell's sake, well everyone but him and Miller, drinking age 18, everyone else, not 18. Bellamy's inevitable rant meant nothing when they all saw who was standing behind him, looking tired, grumpy, and sore. They all practically jumped from (with the exception of Monty and Miller) there spots, Jasper shifted back, and Raven didn't even bother pausing there game. Clarke looked surprised but kept unfazed. She hobbled inside. "Ah, fresh meat" Raven said, " you like to blow stuff up?" "Never trie-" Clarke began but was quickly cut of by Bellamy sister, "Who gives a shit about that?" Octavia piped up. "Were finally getting more girls!"
Now that Bellamy got a look at the human him, he could tell Jasper was high and drunk. "Pffft...only way.. Bellamy will get her blow stuff up is if its him." Everyone but Bellamy laughed at Jasper's drunken innuendo, even Clarke who added, "in his dreams", before she hobbled off to the kitchen. She searched the cupboards for a moment until she found a plate and fork, then she found HIS leftover roast dinner in the fridge, marked Bellamy's, do not touch, from when he and Octavia went out to eat. Clarke put it on her plate, and made eye contact as she took the first bite. Almost like a bite of defiance. "Hey princess! Keep off my food!" He said walking over, trying to get a bite of the mash potatoes. He saved up quite a big of sum of money to take him and his baby sister out, and he wasn't about to not enjoy his other half of the meal. Plus she was completely disgracing it by eating it cold. "Screw you Blake! I'm tired sore and hungry, this wouldn't be happening if you went by a drive through or something!" Bellamy was tired and cranky too.
"you never asked princess, so give me at least some of MY dinner". "Damn, if this is their foreplay I'd hate to see them in bed". Raven commented from the living room. "Bellamy and Clarke bother turned to glare at her, and with that distraction Bellamy grabbed the plate. "To bad you're so short princess". He said holding the plate above his head. "Let me split it and warm it up." He muttered as he placed it on the counter.
Clarke said nothing, and he heard no moment, but when he turned around from grabbing a pan for the stove, all Bellamy saw was the massacre of Clarke, with both pieces of roast at the end of her fork, glaring, as she munched away at it.
He disregarded the fork and the pan and stove, probably logic too, and just went and grabbed a piece of meat from her fork, not all but most of half of what was left, and popping it in his mouth.
They both chew the last of their meat and glared at each other. Then without a word, they both ate mash potatoes off the one plate savagely, until all the food was gone.
"Monty, Miller, Jasper, you're in guest room, Raven, you're with Octavia." At this their little audience split. "Come on Clarke, he said leading her upstairs, until they reached his room. "I'm not sleeping with you, I barely know you." Clarke addressed. "Ya, ya, whatever princess just get in." Clarke trotted into the room. Bellamy dug through his drawers, pulling out a large grey shirt and sweat pants, he tossed them at the half asleep girl. "Here". He said with similar compassion to that of the water. "Beds there, bathrooms across the hall, there should be enough blankets, if not i'm on the couch downstairs, night princess." And with that Bellamy left for the couch downstairs.
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Clarke quickly dressed in the outfit she was given. Everything in here smelled like Bellamy, and she was happy he didn't smell bad. She relished in the comfort of the sheets and thought over everything today, first the semi normal things, progressively through her day.
Left for school
She got harassed in the hall by Murphy,
Harassed in hall by Bellamy,
She got an art project back, she did well,
She went out for coffee with her girlfriend
She got dumped after said coffee, by her girlfriend, that hurt,
She saw Bellamy,
Bellamy hugged her,
He scraped her hand,
She turned into a wolf and experienced muscle pain,
Bellamy turned into a wolf
Bellamy carried her
She pledged loyalty to an egotistical pack name,
She met but wasn't introduced to 5 other wolf, people, things,
Bla bla Bla, fought over roast, sex comments, high teenagers,
And now she's laying, falling asleep in some random wolf stranger guys bed, known as Bellamy Blake. And despite all that, the only thing Clarke could truly focus on was that her mom was going to be so pissed at her when she got home tomorrow.
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