The Wallflower and the Alphas

Elijah P.O.V.

"Okay! Go clean up, boys," I heard the coach say.

Hey, Woods!" I heard the coach's voice. I turn around. I stopped, and the coach told me to stay. So, I did.

After a few minutes of talking with my coach, he wanted to know if anything was wrong and if I needed to sit out for the first game this Friday.

I told him I was good and would be ready, and I didn't want to sit out. I wanted to play for him Friday night.

He stared at me, then nodded his head and told me to shower, go home, and relax.

So that is what I am going to do. I am sore and stiff, and I need to relax my muscles and sleep. But, oh, God, I need rest. I am not sleeping very well.

Once, I was getting off the field, and I grabbed my helmet and stuck it under my arm. I walked from practice toward the locker room when I overheard Matthew and Andrew speaking.

I started to walk closer to hear what they were saying.

"Dude, I bet you." That the nerd wouldn't even speak to you.

Hell, she so pure and innocent she won't open up them beautiful legs?" She won't sleep with you." I heard Andrew laughing at Matthew.

My two best friends are acting weird right now. I need to know why?

But right now. I have my problems right now. I need to find out what is going on with them. Until I heard what they were talking about.

When I heard who the nerd they were speaking about. I knew I should stop them and not of spoke up. But what I didn't realize would bite me in the ass later...

"Dude, whatever." You know she falls for me before you!" She will open her legs for me. And when she does. Who is going to be laughing then?" I heard Matthew say with a smirk on his face.

"Ha- whatever, in your dreams, dude!" It's going to be me! I am going to get the nerd to fall for me." I see Andrew says with a laugh and point his finger at him when he says that.

What the fuck is wrong with them. That was when I tripped over a stone and fell on my face.

Mother-Fuck! That freaking hurt. I started getting up off the ground and rubbed my face where I could feel the pain.

I felt to see if I am bleeding. When I lifted my hand, I saw blood on them. It wasn't a lot of blood, but it was too much to hit my face.

Ouch!

"Yo, Dude E," You alright, man?" I heard someone say in front of my face. I didn't see who it was until I left it up to my hand.

I looked, and it was Andrew and Matthew staring at me with an amused smiles on their face staring at me.

Man, fuck off." I told them with grit teeth. I was angry at them when I heard them making bets about a poor girl they called a nerd.

Hey, whoa, man," Calm down." I heard Matthew say, holding his hands before him and giving me a confused look.

Dude, what's your problem?" I heard Andrew say, staring at me.

Nothing, okay." Coaches are running my ass this season." I tell them half true, but the only lie is his ridding my ass.

He isn't an ass—just a little bit of one.

Oh, well, dude, I am so sorry, bro." I heard Matthew say. It's going to be okay, E," I heard Matthew tell me again.

Yeah, bro." Coach is an asshole, but he knows you're the best for the job, and don't take him so seriously; he's just a fucking asshole." I heard Andrew say with a pat on my back with a chuckle.

I didn't want them to know what was going on with me and the strange feeling I had about someone. Instead, they would make fun of me and tease me about liking someone at the bottom of the group.

"Yeah, you're right, man," I say with a fake smile.

So, we had some small talk, and then I asked them. What's been going on?

"Oh, nothing much, but we thought maybe have a little fun like old days, I heard Matthew say and a smug smile on his face. I know what's going on.

But they don't know that. So I am trying to get it out of them. Then finally, a couple of minutes passed by. They finally told me what they had been talking about and their plans.

"Okay, well, whatever your guys are doing. I want in?" I told them. I only did it because I didn't want to see I was uncool, and I wanted to see the cocky jock was not a chicken and a loser.

But if you ask me? I am a loser; I am a loser for taking the stupid bet to hurt someone I am falling in love with.

Why did I talk myself into this mess? I should have stopped them and told them this wasn't right.

But no, I didn't want them to think I was a wimp and coward. But now, I think back to when I overheard them talking about a bet.

I could not help but tell them I would do it too. I told them I was going to win the bet before they did.

Three Months Later...

I am outside the lake house by the water. I am standing there thinking about how wonderful Avery came into my life. She made me so happy, and I want to be myself. I love to draw.

I should come back out here and bring her here on a date. I think she would love that.

I run my hands through my hair, and I am frustrated at myself for leaving her in danger, opening up for anything to happen to her. I thank God I left her there with her three mates. I knew they would protect her.

I am still thinking about telling Avery what I and the guys did. I wonder if Matthew and Andrew would say to her about our bet.

Do you think she would forgive me and them?

Would she hate me and never want to speak to me ever again?

Or would she reject me or both of them?

I do hope they don't tell her about me. I want to be the one to tell her myself. I was in my thoughts when I felt my pants vibrate. I forgot I had my phone in my pocket in my jeans.

I stuck my hand inside my pocket and pulled out my phone.

That was when I saw Avery's text message, and then I saw my parents on the phone and the guys.

I texted Avery first.

I smiled, and I thought about how beautiful she was. I don't know why I treated her awful. I should never treat her like garbage.

Oh, God, aren't I stupid ass! I shook my head, and I stared at what she had written. Then, finally, I sighed, and that was when I massaged her back.

I waited for her reply. Until then, I will think about what to say to her when I see her again.

I can't believe this wonderful pure, innocent beautiful woman wants me.

Damn, I am going to fuck it up; I can feel it. I hope she accepts me and leave me.

She is going to fucking hate me for I what I have done to her. Even she doesn't know it yet. She will hate me for this.

"Well, I don't think she will hate you?" I heard Axel my wolf say inside my mind.

"Yes, she will!" I told him, throwing my hands up in the air.

"How would you know?" He asked me with a knowing something I didn't know.

I am getting frustrated at him, So I growl out the answer he asked me.

"Because I know!"

"Oh, Okay, Now, shut up and leave me alone," I tell him with anger, not at him but at myself for how I treated Avery for a long time.

I should never have been bullied and made her feel wrong about everything. She never did anything to me. So just started to try to get her to pay attention to me.

She never spoke to me, so I started getting her attention differently. The only thing work was teasing and picking on her.

Jake warned me. I should have never treated her like she was beneath me, like I am the king and she the servant.

But really, she is the queen, and I am her slave. She got my heart, and I don't know what to do about it. I am confused and scared I could never be good enough for her.

I am afraid she could see what was through me all along. I never open up to anyone about what has been happening to me. I feel so guilty about what I did to her.

I hope once I tell her. Then, she would forgive me, and I will ask her to be my queen/ wife. I want her to belong to me! But I know she is different than other wolves because she is not just a wolf but a Witch and Veela.

I had heard about them when I was younger with my grandfather. He told me his brother married a she-wolf just like Avery, but she didn't have the special powers just like Avery has.

I hear a ding, I look down and see Avery write me.

Her- I miss you," She wrote me.

I smirked, and I bet she is blushing writing to me.

Damn, I wish I was there staring at her beautiful face deep inside her tight little pussy.

Me- Oh, really, how is that?" I tell her with a smirk on my face.

Her- Can you come over? So we could talk and I want to know if you are okay. She wrote me.

Me- Oh, so you want me, I wrote with a winky face.

I chuckled, thinking about her red face when I wrote the text.

I can imagine her beat red face. She is probably hiding it right now.

Her- Yes, She wrote me.

That was all it took for me to text her I was coming. I put away my phone, and I started walking towards my truck. I jumped in and waited until I could go to her house.