Stud Muffin

Cain.

"Alpha, " aunty Pam rushes to welcome me with news the moment I get in but she halts on sighting my bandaged leg and that worried look takes up the formerly anticipating look.  "What happened?" She questions, bothered. 

"Nothing much. Just Dani's shit." I shrug it off and attempt to limp to my desk but she wouldn't let me have it and rather assists me to the desk. The simple gesture from her rather reminds me of my childhood and most of my moments with dad.

"Are you okay?" She asks, still putting on that long face but her voice tells me she's already beginning to panic. 

"I'm fine. What were you saying?" She nods and points to a package that's on my desk. 

"Someone asked me to give you this minutes ago. Wouldn't leave a name or an address." Anonymous?

"Did you check what's in it?" I ask, stretching forward and grabbing the decorated box. It's a beautiful package but I've often listened to tales of the beautiful package and shitty gift. It's like beautiful outside, stinky inside. 

"No."And that leaves me with no other option than to check its content. I lose the ribbons tied around it and unlock it. Opening the box, I find a smaller one in it. Another Christmas game? Open the smaller one and find nothing in it? Or I'm betting it should be a tour for opening boxes. I take it out in an attempt to open it but underneath, I find a folded sheet of paper. My eagerness to find a clue makes me abandon the small box and pick up the paper. I unfold it and see to reading the writing. It's a signature in a name that reads 'Jude'.

"Jude?" I linger on the name as I try to recall any familiarity but none comes.

"Who the hell is Jude?" I direct my question to aunty Pam. 

Aunty Pam furrows her brows and takes the letter from my hand, almost yanking it away. She stares at it for too long that her face begins to turn pale before returning it to, "The orphan boy your dad brought to the pack years ago. He alone uses the signature."

"Yes," I say, remembering it all now. The boy who made a nightmare of my childhood days and got all the good compliments from dad. "Everyone called him Jude. " Since no one knew what his name was or who his family was, they simply called him Jude and Jude he simply bore. Dad was the only one ready to accept him and that forced everyone to do likewise. And what now? I thought he died in the attack too. How come I'm receiving a package from him? No, Father Christmas wouldn't go extreme on his pranks!

"Did he wake up from the grave?" I ask but she doesn't give me a reply and her face still holds this pale look.

"Why don't you check what's in it?" Aunty Pam nudges and I take the hint.  Unlike the bigger box, the small one is just plain and doesn't have all the decorations like the big one. I open it and there, laying in massive elegance is the hologram watch that I admired for five years, pestered for a year and cried for three months to get only for Jude to make dad get it for him with just one emotionless statement. Filled with annoyance and pride, I close the box and return it back to its package.

"It's the hologram watch you've always wanted. " Yes, it is. It's the rarest watch ever and with no other one like it. Jude only wore it during ceremonies and never really displayed the hologram but I would've guessed it is his since he's the owner but why did he decide to give me the late alpha's extravagant gift?

"Well, I don't like it anymore. " I retort despite the burning desire in me to wear it.

"Is there something else?" I change the topic and she shakes her head indicating a 'no'. 

"Nothing. Just the usual Christmas night feast but it doesn't look like you'll be able to come." She's right. I won't like to appear before those backstabbing elders of the pack only for them to call me my father's bastard. It's enough that they call me weak and stupid unlike my father but I won't give them another reason to insult me. 

"I'll have my feast elsewhere. " I tell her and she slightly bows before leaving. The minute she's out, my eyes wander back to the package and I feel my wolf nudging me to take it and keep the watch. It was made as a model after my favorite superhero cartoon and ever since then, I've been adoring it that I promised myself to get it no matter what but my dreams shattered the day dad gifted it to Jude and called it his. The scriptwriter was a magician and apart from directing the movie, inventing the hologram watch was his life achievement and it was placed on the market after his death.

The next few minutes, I find myself dissembling the package and checking out the watch but I restrict myself from touching it or turning it on. I find a photograph beneath it, signed with the same signature and turning it around, I find the first photograph dad made us have together. It was the first day I met him. At the first meeting, I was excited with the thought of having a brother to play with but Jude didn't act like one who needed a playmate. He was just as strict and tough as dad and that made me start disliking him at first, but not as when I realized dad preferred him much to me. 

And that is that. Christmas doesn't feel like a right holiday this time around. I bet it has never been. Right from the time dad got killed and I was made alpha, it has been from one trouble to another and on and on until earlier this year. Was going to expect a better Christmas but Dani has to bring up his shits and I've not only an injured leg but also a messed up thoughts. Jude shouldn't be alive... but it seems he is!

"Vodka," I say to the barman, assisting myself to feel comfortable on the stool. The short barman nods and goes to bring my order while I glance around the large hall. FaultyEightHrs is a popular club that's known for its entertainment to superhuman beings and sex vipers. It's usually booming and noisy at a night like this since most are taking holidays from the complicated world of theirs. 

"Here, man." The barman delivers my order and I acknowledge that with a nod. I pick the glass of chilled vodka and lift it to my lips. It's just the way I love it... But my eyes catch sight of something that makes me drop the shot. No, someone. Holy fucking Melanie wiggling those fucking dirty keister on another guy's dick that is clearly not Dani. I mean the buddy didn't tell me he's got a lot of people to play games with. A smirk playing on my lips, I take out my phone and do a recording long enough to explain what's going on. I send it to my chat with Dani, a rude text following it. When I'm done, I keep my phone back and continue watching her service the strange muffin I'd never see before while I decide whether to go to them or not. Never mind, I'll love to start a sweet revenge. 

"Hey, man. Melanie." I call out as I reach them and the two fuckheads turn their attention to me. Ignoring the priceless look on Melanie, I wave at them and slip to the seat just right beside them without asking for permission. Turns out the fucking thing she's chosen over Dani isn't even beta, omega or alpha or some pretty vampire but a fucking weak human. Really.

"I wouldn't think you're cheap, Mela-fucking-devil. " I say sarcastically as I pour myself some fresh shot of hennessy. I won't mind a shot of good wine from the person who's supposed to have aid my death. And she looks like she's just been presented with the biggest Christmas present Santa can ever prepare. Oh, remind me, I should be dead. Right! But it's been magic and Christmas dramas all the way.

"What do you mean?" Melanie's man whore demands, bringing his head closer as if he'd give me a blow in the face right now and I dodge it, not wanting yet another bruise. 

"Whoa, human! Keep it low." I say, intentionally having my face turned so he could get a better view. He does a good deal of rethink and reverses his action, placing his hand down and leaning back.

"Good boy." I nod at him, tapping his shoulder, "I'm here for the bitch. Mind excusing yourself?" Even more exaggerated than what I would've expected, he barely states a word and obeys without an argument, by expression or by words. 

"Richard!" Melanie calls after him, looking a bit pissed. She stands up to go after him but I stop her by holding her wrist and dragging her back. She falls right on my thighs and I grab her waist, caging her to myself. 

"What are you going to do with me?" She asks, her voice failing her already.

"I'm in a bad mood today, thanks to you. I'll just fuck your pretty arse and then..."I stop as I squeeze her butts in my palm and she moans lightly... fucking bitch!

"And then," I falter again as I bring my face closer to her. I bite her earlobe with my fangs and taste her blood as she whimpers. It's bitter_ her blood and her tricks! "And then I'll decide what goes on with you. "

Sex with her is sickening and barely helps my mood. Instead it makes it worse and the fact that she could've been the heroine behind my death earlier just makes me want to thrust my claws into her brains and break those skulls and that makes me go rough with her not for the fun of enjoying myself but for the fun of seeing her hurt. I don't bother reaching orgasm before pulling out, already sick of being in her. Tired already, she barely speaks a word and only watches me as I take several pictures of her nude self and save.

"Sex with you feels like noodles and fondant icing sugar together: makes me sick!" I spit at her before turning to go. It's still midnight so I rather return to the club and find a more interesting partner to take to bed.

As I take my former seat at the bar, I get that familiar feeling of being watched by someone but knowing what might be up, I don't look around for who it is but rather mind my business and have the bartender get me my order, promising to pay for the former and this tonight. 

"Thanks," I tell him, my eyes scanning the room for a good partner worthy of the night but I barely find someone single or good enough. All pretty girls and hot guys seem to have been stolen away by another. Even Melanie's human boyfriend already has a new girlfriend by his side. And I end up single on a holiday night...too good to be the only one having a special Xmas experience. Santa should place me a golden crown on new year eve for surviving this shitty game of a present. 

"Care for a toast?" The voice behind me draws me out of my thoughts but I barely turn to see who it is. 

"If you're ugly, I'm not sure." I jaw a reply, bored from sitting by myself for too long. 

"It depends on what you call ugly. "Challenged, I turn to see what there is to see. The smoke puffing out from his mouth is the first thing that presents the idea of an impression. A bad ass? But I whoop, affected by inhaling the smoke. 

"Sorry, " He apologizes, dumping the roll and stepping on it. The moment he does that, I get relieved and I'm able to take in his features. 

"Hot!" I state, "I don't mind spending the night with you, stud muffin." I send him a wink but the next, something hits me and there, as plain as can be, I recognize the similarities. The same silver eyes from the guy in the picture, from hours ago and from fifteen years ago. And the dark long hair... quite a familiarity!

"Jude?" Just when I thought Christmas dramas are over, I have to flirt with someone that is supposedly dead.