Zodiac Academy 5: Cursed Fates
Cursed Fates: Chapter 28

I’d been trying to get Rosalie Oscura’s attention all evening while she made friends with Darcy, Tory and the A.S.S. crew and I lingered around them like a hungry animal. Caleb was giving her his best smoulders, his best pick up lines and his best smirks, and she wasn’t buying any of that either. And yet, every now and then, she’d walk past me, brush her hand over my arm and give me the come-fuck-me eyes that made the Alpha inside me rear up and want to claim her as mine.

I’d never met another Alpha Wolf who matched me so closely. I could sense it in everything about her. The way she walked, the way she carried an air of power that I wanted to know the taste of. My instincts made me taunt her, push her for a reaction, but she gave me none. She was as cool and as unaffected as a cucumber in an ice bath. And fuck if that didn’t get me hot.

“So you’re from Alestria,” I tried, planting myself in front of her as she headed to the buffet table to grab another drink.

She tossed a lock of that delicious ebony hair over her shoulder, her cheeks still smeared with mud from the match. I wanted to smear more of it on her while we wrestled in the dirt and I made her submit to my superior strength. But I didn’t think she was going to go for that just yet.

“Do you always state the obvious to other Fae?” Rosalie asked, batting her long lashes in a way that was clearly designed to pull me in and yet the rest of her face said fight me.

I stepped closer to her with a growl, wanting to break through this little game she was playing. “How many Alphas have you met in your life who could match you in every way?”

Her eyes slid past me to where Caleb was fixing himself a drink and glancing over at us with a carnivorous look in his eyes. As I gazed at him, she moved into the arc of my body, her sweet scent enveloping me as she pressed a hand to my chest and tip-toed up to speak in my ear.

“No one can match me in any way. But it looks like you and your bestie wanna try, lupo de mine,” she purred and her accent got me hard in an instant.

I turned my head towards her with a smirk but she was gone in an instant, sashaying her hips as she headed over to Caleb and directed him to get her a drink, playing the innocent act. He actually fucking did it as well.

I surveyed the two of them, swigging my own drink as his hand slid onto the small of her back and she laughed at something he said. Then she turned her gaze to me and bit down on her lower lip, making me ache for her. Fuck it, not just for her – for both of them. I could have watched this show all day. But I really would have preferred a leading role in it.

The party soon thinned out and someone – who may or may not have been me – announced a game of truth or dare. I was soon riding a buzz as everyone agreed and wondered if I could dare Rosalie to kiss Caleb so I could mentally record that image forever. Unfortunately it was my turn to be asked.

“Truth or dare?” Rosalie shot at me with a smirk.

“Truth,” I announced, maybe a tiny bit wasted and still high off of winning the game despite the fact it was definitely three in the morning and the party was down to eight people. Well seven if you took note of the fact that Milton Hubert was passed out on the buffet table. Someone had glued a line of gummy bears to his monobrow and that someone had most definitely been me.

We were sat in a circle with me and the other Heirs on the couch, Tory, Darcy and Geraldine on the coffee table opposite and Rosalie Oscura cross legged in an armchair she’d pulled over. Turned out, the girl wasn’t just hot. She was funny and smart and got my dick hard in ways I needed to explore. Tonight preferably. But her attention kept swinging between me and Caleb and I couldn’t figure out who she was most hot for.

“What’s the last good deed you did?” Rosalie asked me. We’d been playing the game for an hour while Jack Johnson tunes rolled through the speakers, the party mellowing out. But I didn’t want to call it quits yet. I was having too much fun.

I thought on her question and the answer made my eyes slide to Darcy. She chewed on her lip in that way that said she expected me to spill her dark secret at any moment.

“I can’t tell you, it’s a secret,” I said earnestly and everyone turned to me with narrowed eyes. Caleb was sitting beside me and he threw an arm around my shoulders, yanking me close.

“We don’t keep secrets,” he said firmly. I hated keeping anything from him. It felt like shit. But I had one secret of Darcy’s that could open up a whole can of big fat ugly worms that needed to stay buried. In the can. Or the ground. Whatever. The fact was…

I sipped on my rum and wondered what I’d just been debating.

“I love you man,” I told Caleb with a smirk then pinched his cheek hard. “Isn’t he pretty, Rosalie?” I turned his face towards her and she gave him a once over before nodding her approval.

“Yeah, real pretty, stronzo. Now answer the question.”

“Told you, I can’t,” I said and Darcy’s shoulders relaxed.

I didn’t know why she was so worried about me telling people. It wasn’t like I was a bad guy. Oh wait, yes I was. Except I didn’t want to be bad. Really, what was the difference between being bad and good anyway? It just came down to people’s opinions. All situations were neutral until someone formed an opinion about them. So to a lot of people, I was a great guy. But maybe that didn’t matter if the people you cared about thought you were bad. Not that I cared about Darcy or anything.

“Fine. You have to do a forfeit shot,” Rosalie announced and Caleb bounced happily in his chair.

Darius and Max weren’t even paying attention, just staring at their little crushes with hearts in their eyes. Tory Vega and Geraldine Grus though? Max’s step-mom would cut his balls off and wear them as earrings if she found out he was pursuing a Grus. And Lionel, well…nuff said.

I took the shot and my head spun for a second. I was going to be obliterated tomorrow. But tomorrow didn’t exist yet, so whatever.

“Tory truth or dare?” I pointed at her because I had a cunning plan (alcohol always made me extra cunning). To play my part in Mission: Defy The Stars, I had been trying my hardest to make Darius do a grand gesture for Tory.

He’d shot down literally everything I’d suggested so far. From serenades to candlelit picnics and trips to the Polar Capital to see the northern lights. He had zero game. But what I’d finally realised was, he not only didn’t want to do any of that shit, but Tory would have hated it too. And after she’d pounded Mildred’s face to a pulp earlier, I’d finally realised what they both loved. Violence. Dirty, mortal fist fights and blood being spilled in vengeance. So my plan was simple. I was going to set Darius on anyone who had wronged her – besides us obviously. And I knew of one person in particular thanks to Max’s Siren trap which had pulled her darkest fears from her.

I just had to phrase this right…

“Name the person you hated most before you came to Zodiac,” I asked, saying it casually like I wasn’t fishing for anything.

“Zane Baxter,” she said with darkness in her eyes. “My ex-boyfriend.”

“Interesting,” I said, rubbing my shoulder against Caleb’s and giving him a I’m so clever expression which made him and Tory frown. Darius glanced between us in confusion too because I hadn’t had a chance to tell him my master plan yet.

By the stars Caleb’s lips look good right now. I could just…

“Truth or dare?” Tory tossed back at me even though I’d just had a go.

“Dare,” I said simply, sure she was about to try and get the truth out of me for what I’d just asked.

She sipped her drink, looking to her sister for ideas.

“Make him post a video on FaeBook singing that princess song!” Darcy cried, grinning from ear to ear.

“Ha! Yes,” Tory agreed, looking to me with a challenging stare.

“Oh my snake pit!” Geraldine slapped her thigh with a laugh. “Yes, you must – you must!”

“What’s the song?” Rosalie asked excitedly, sitting up in her chair and looking so edible, I just wanted to eat her good. And lick and bite her. All the mouth things. I was so fucking glad the Aurora team were staying for the night. I wanted to wake up with her moaning for another round with me tomorrow. And another and another and another…

“Seth.” Caleb elbowed me and I gave him a slanted smile. Hm, wouldn’t mind waking up with him tomorrow either. Damn, why does rum always make me so horny?

I groaned dramatically as Rosalie whipped out her Atlas to record me and Tory leaned on Darcy’s shoulder as they both started laughing their asses off.

Well if I was gonna do it, I was gonna commit. I pushed Caleb’s arm off of me, using his knee to help myself up then leapt onto the nearest table, walking down the length of it to give myself room for the performance. If there was one thing Capellas did well, it was put on a show.

Rosalie hit record and I had oh-so-sadly forgotten most of the lyrics. What a tragedy. I’d have to make my own up.

“They came from over the hill to lay, the monsters, beasts and bullies. The princesses came with their shiny bits, two hotties with their bouncing tits. And so they begged, come play, come play, come play!” I stomped my feet just like Geraldine had in time with the tune and everyone started laughing, even the Vegas. But not Geraldine. She rose from her seat, planting her hands on her hips, her face twisted in offence.

“Those are not the words you malfunctioning mutt!” she yelled and I sang louder over her as Rosalie continued to record it with a bright grin.

“The monsters said we’re here to stay, raising hard and long and throbbing dicks. The princesses came so hard they swayed, and so did all their loyal maids. And so they begged, come play, come play, come play!”

The other Heirs took up the echoing chant and Rosalie lifted the camera higher, laughing as she panned over to them then back to me. I did the Geraldine dance again and she charged toward me, climbing up onto the table with a growl of fury. Max ran forward, catching her around the waist and trying to spin her in time to the tune.

“Unhand me you common carp! I will not let this lowly dog befoul the song of the Vegas!” she yelled, but she was drunk as hell and seemingly unable to wrangle her magic as Max started dancing her around the couch in circles. Caleb was wiping tears from under his eyes and every time Darius laughed, smoke puffed from his nose.

“You guys are pazzo,” Rosalie laughed and I shot her a wink.

“The beasts they laughed with their cocks in hand, they danced, they sang and they ruled the land. And the princesses came with a sigh and a moan, and made those beasties really groan. And so they begged, come play, come play, come play!”

“If you sing the final verse, you dirty Daniel, I will decapitate you with a cuttlefish and bury you face down in a sewer so you can never see the moon again!” Geraldine roared and the Vegas really lost their shit, laughing like maniacs while trying to smother it as Geraldine grew more and more red faced.

“Sing the final verse,” Caleb started chanting and Rosalie got up, falling into my vacated seat as she joined in the chant with him. She bit down on her lip as she rubbed up against Caleb and I forgot what I was doing mid-dance and nearly fell off the table. Fuck they looked hot together. I could really have enjoyed a sandwich tonight with a lightly toasted Vampire bread and succulent Wolfy middle.

“Sing it, asshole!” Darius demanded, a grin on his face. It felt so good to see him happy that a puppyish yip escaped me as I righted myself on the table.

“Anything for you, you beautiful Dargon. Dargron. I mean, Draron,” I slurred. “Dammit, how hard is it to say Dragarn? Dargon! Oh fuck my life.”

“Sing it Seth!” Rosalie howled and yeah, I was gonna be making her howl my name louder than that soon.

“Final verse,” I announced as Max continued to sweep Geraldine around the room, practically carrying her as she swatted and thumped him.

“One more word, Seth Capella, and I shall not only castrate you, but I will castrate your sons and your sons’ sons. There will never be another Grus in all of existence who will not proudly display a pair of Capella balls on her nightstand!”

“What if I have daughters?” I goaded her, snorting in amusement as she spun around to face me in Max’s arms, causing his hands to land right on her huge tits. She didn’t even seem to notice and he certainly didn’t seem to have any intention of removing them.

“Then…then…” she faltered, thinking on it. “We shall steal their Lady Petunias and create a garden of Capella misfortune!”

“How will Seth have kids if you castrate him?” Max asked, noticeably squeezing her boobs while he had green light access to them.

“Oh that tricksome terrier would find a way, I’m sure,” she said, pointing an accusing finger at me.

“Sing it!” Tory demanded and Darcy fell apart again as Geraldine slumped back into Max’s arms as if she’d fainted.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” I howled the first note as Rosalie continued to record this shit show to the end of time. “The bullies they smiled as they seized the crown, they won the war and made everyone bow. The princesses said sorry for all the lies and the tricks, by kneeling down and sucking their dicks. And so they begged, come play, come play, come play!”

Rosalie swung her Atlas towards the Vegas and Darcy pulled herself together enough to speak. “And that was tonight’s fake news everyone. See you when we beat their asses.”

Caleb tried to grab her Atlas but Rosalie turned it off with a smirk. I leapt off of the table, gazing down at her with a dark smile as the others started getting up.

“Oh, are you leaving?” I asked with a whine.

“It’s nearly four am,” Darcy said through a yawn which was totally fake. She had a wild look in her eyes and I could guess exactly whose door she was going to go knocking on tonight.

Darius and Tory drifted closer together and Darcy linked arms with both of them in the middle and my heart tugged as I realised she was doing it so they could stay close to each other. It was a fucking shame the stars were little glittery pricks sometimes. Of course, the stars seemed to be very much shining on me tonight because Max and Geraldine headed towards the exit too. She’d apparently forgotten about being offended by me as she wrapped her legs around Max’s waist and kissed the face off him as he clutched her ass and walked her towards the door blind. He bumped into every fucking table on the way. Every. Fucking. One.

“Night then,” I called with an eyeroll and Milton Hubert snored like a warthog, reminding me the three of us we weren’t entirely alone.

“You’re in my seat, babe,” I said to Rosalie, stepping right up to the couch and gazing down at the dark-haired, dark-eyed, shit-hot delicacy sitting beneath me.

“But it’s such a comfy seat,” she purred. “Would you really move me out of it into that lonely old chair all the way over there?”

I crouched down with a smirk so we were at eye level. “You can stay, but you have to share.”

“How good are you two at sharing?” she asked, glancing between me and Caleb and my throat thickened.

“I’m real good,” I growled. “How about you Caleb?”

His mouth hooked up at the corner and he yanked Rosalie into his lap to make room for me. I dropped down into my spot and she rested her bare feet in my lap. Right on my fucking cock. Which instantly got hard for her. Her brows rose and she wet her lips as her hand slid onto Caleb’s cheek, her fingers scraping against his stubble.

“Caleb?” she pushed, turning her head to run the pad of her tongue along his jaw as her feet shifted in my lap and made me groan with desire.

Caleb heaved a sigh and slipped out from under her, rising to his feet and shooting me a look I couldn’t decipher. “Nah, not tonight,” he said, faking a yawn.

Rosalie moved to straddle me, leaning forward to tease my lower lip between her teeth. Fuck. Me. This girl. I glanced over her shoulder towards Caleb, hoping he was watching as she dropped down to grind against my dick.

“Are you staying here then Seth?” Caleb asked and I got the strangest feeling he didn’t want me to.

“Well, he’ll be all on his own.” Rosalie sprang out of my lap, picking up her letterman jacket and pulling it on, stretching her arms above her head. “What’s the saying? Two’s boring, three’s a party? I was kinda hoping for a party.” She winked then headed toward the door and slipped out of it. Just like that. Gone.

Fuck.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t like her?” I got to my feet, moving closer to Caleb and nuzzling against him.

He slung his arm around me and I moved closer still, the warmth of him drawing me in and making an unknown part of me ache. And it wasn’t my dick for once. Despite the boner. So that was saying something.

He looked to me with his jaw tight and his fingers dug into my flesh through my shirt. “Just…after everything with Tory…life’s complicated enough right now, you know?”

I nodded, winding my arm around him too so we were awkwardly half hugging. Then I figured fuck it and moved into him properly so we were chest to chest. And dick to dick unfortunately for him as I was raging. But I could tell he needed this right now.

“I know,” I said for a thousand and one reasons. The first on the list being him. And the way my heart was pounding and my skin was dancing with heat and every part of me felt too alive.

His hands slid around me and I felt the powerful beat of his heart against my chest. I suddenly didn’t care that we were alone. I could just be with him like this for a moment. It was the only place I wanted to be right now, gripping him tightly and breathing in his fresh, sandalwood scent. And with that knowledge came a terrifying realisation I knew was true despite the haze of alcohol fogging my brain.

Yep, it’s official. I’m into my straight best friend. Thanks for the headfuck stars.

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