Behind the dumpsters

Alejandro was curious what it felt like to be enthralled to his voice so he asked the curvy young black girl he had cornered.

“I don’t know! Okay!” Angela snapped at him. He had brought her out behind the school to the dumpsters where Jesse had said they could meet. “It feels like… that first time it felt like a hand, or something, or nothing, or like an angel! It’s just say something and I am already doing it. I want to do it. Or it doesn’t matter doing it IS me. Ugh, you fucking suck! What the fuck is this a mod or some…”

Alejandro shushed her and her face fell slack as the words turned to a breathless half sigh. Then her face snapped back to irritated.

“Woah,” Alejandro said. “Tell me your deepest darkest secret!”

“I love it in my ass. I love to fuck my own ass.” She stammered out and then gasped putting her hands over her mouth. “Fuck you, Alex Torres for making me say that, fuc…”

He shushed her again. Immediate slackness of the face followed by a withering stare.

“I mean you got a great ass so it makes sense that you…” Alejandro pondered aloud. She opened her mouth to yell at him for that but instead came a wordless exhalation. She’d been shushed after all. She changed tact quickly and settled for kicking him in the shin as hard as she could.

She winced as normal human toe bounced off steel-like Alpha shin. Hopping on one foot she held her bruised toe and gritted her teeth.

Alejandro looked at her, “you can speak, but be careful or I’ll take it away again.” He was learning how to selectively control his pitch and the modulation of his voice. He was learning quickly.

“So?”

“So what?”

“What now? What are you going to do with me? I guess I am a few hours away from drooling bimbo-hood. Should have known I would get caught eventually. Well do your worst asshole.”

“What? No.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not going to make you a bimbo! That’d be crazy!”

“Wait? What? Why not? That’s all you Alpha’s talk about, that and my ass.”

“I think you’re kinda cool and deserve better than that.” He scratched his cheek kind of embarrassed.

“You do?” She asked incredulously.

“Yeah how you always tell powerful people to go fuck themselves? That’s really cool. And! You’re a bitch when every other girl is cooing for Alpha dick. That’s badass.”

“Well thanks.” It was nice to be complimented. She smiled despite herself. “But if not Pearson’s Perfections, then what?”

Rod Landry chose that moment to come around the corner, cigarette in the big Alpha’s hand. Smoking was against the rules on campus but the jocks and goths snuck out here to do it anyway.

“Oh! What the hell? Dude isn’t she like?” Rod said taking in the scene of Alpha looming over Local.

“No Rod she was lying. Go away.”

Angela nodded her head to confirm.

“But then duuuuuuude….” Rod’s tiny brain whirred. “Shit!” He started undoing his belt. “You! Slut! Bring those lips and that fat ass over here I’m going to pop that cherry.”

Angela winced. She lived in an OZ. She made a half step towards Rod. A Local’s lot in life.

“Fuck off Rod.” Alejandro stepped in barring her path. Angela looked up at him hopefully.

“Fuck off pussy! I’m staking a claim. Have sloppy seconds if you want but I’m going to be the one who claims the ice princess first. Man! Wait until I tell the team. Then we’ll all have a turn, fucking sweet!”

“No. Get lost.”

Rod wasn’t taller than Alejandro but he was wider and more muscular. They both tensed. Two males about to fight over breeding rights.

“Whatcha going to do pussy?”

“FUCK OFF ROD”

Rod was an Alpha but the Alpha Voice still him like a punch to the gut. The pants he’d been fumbling with fell around his ankles and his big Alpha dick flopped out as he fell hard onto his ass. Before he could get up Alejandro was bearing down on him. Rod’s tiny mind had no explanation for why a yell had beaten him up and he was being charged by a giant angry man so he short circuited and the flight portion of his brain took over. Pants around his ankles, hairy ass to the breeze, he simply took off running from the victorious Alpha’s clenched fists.

Angela was laughing when Alejandro turned to her still fuming. She shook a little at his fury even if it couldn’t have been less directed at her. There was a loud beep. She looked down confused as her bracelet turned from Local-yellow to Beta-blue. She looked off at the speck of Rod running. Thank god, could have been so much worse.

Alejandro gently but firmly grabbed his new Beta. “You’re mine,” he growled.

She gasped. Woah. So this was what an Alpha could be. That amazing fucking voice. She looked up at his towering form and to her surprise, she was wet. Wetter than she had ever been in her life. “Damn,” she whispered.

Alejandro’s mind was a whir. The fuck was that? What had come over him. Rod was a starting linemen on the football team. He was in so much trouble now. On the other hand, “my woman” a voice in his brain said. Was it the Alpha Voice? Yeah must be.

But it wasn’t. It was the start of the rest of his life. In more than words he was an Alpha now.

He looked down at the girl. Gripped her by the hand and began to walk. He needed to fuck this woman. Fuck her until it was indisputable that she was his. But she wasn’t modded, and he needed her not to break. To Pearson’s.

Long after the two had left Jesse rounded the corner and saw no one. What had happened? He needed to talk to Alejandro tomorrow when they could explore their new conquest. If that’s what she had become.