Chapter 116: Christmas Arc: One
It absolutely sucked going to school in snow that wad five feet high and deep. During this month, Aurora and Adama would have one of their parents drive them to school because it would be just too cold for them to be driving a moped or riding a bike.
"Good lord," Aurora said, rolling up her side of the window. She wore a black puffed out jacket with a beanie hat that had a ball on top along with her younger sister, Adama.
The little Alpha looked at her phone but had trouble dialing or typing anything with her fingers. "Ugh," she groaned. "Its so hard to type with gloves on."
"Well then, take the gloves off," Samantha told the little Alpha. She looked at Adama in the review mirror and saw the thirteen year old taking off her dominate glove. Samantha chuckled as she pulled up to the middle school. "Alright, out you go, Adama, be good, okay. Love you!"
"Love you too," Adama yelled back at her sire. She slammed the door shut and ran inside with the other kids her age.
Samantha turned out from the parking lot and headed up the blocks to the high school. "Any word back from any colleges or universities?"
"No," Aurora said softly.
Samantha nodded her head. "Its okay, they’ll start to come in."
"What if they don’t?" Aurora asked.
Samantha laughed. "Are you seriously asking this, Aurora? Me and your other sire are both successful in real estate and your ma has a bustling restaurant that is on its way to turning into a chain!"
The car stopped outside of the high school parking lot. She turned to face her eldest child, the Omega looking a bit down and gloomy.
"Chin up," Samantha said. "You got opportunities for a career." She said to the Omega.
Aurora said those three infamous words to her sire and got out the car.
The Omega slammed the door harder than intended, the sound echoing flatly in the frigid air. Snowflakes dusted her eyelashes as she trudged toward the high school entrance, shoulders hunched against the biting wind that whipped around the brick building.
Inside, the hallway thrummed with the low roar of lockers slamming and shuffling footsteps, a sea of parkas and beanies moving like sluggish penguins through the fluorescent-lit corridor. She caught snippets of college chatter, early acceptances amongst her senior classmates, scholarship rumors, each word a tiny needle pricking her skin.
Avoiding eye contact, she focused on the scuff marks on the linoleum, the smell of wet wool and cheap disinfectant thick in her nose.
The locker door opened with a reluctant screech, mirroring her mood. Inside, beside worn textbooks, lay a crumpled flyer for the community college’s culinary program, a silent reminder of her ma’s bustling kitchen, the clatter of pans, the rich aromas she loved. Her fingers brushed the paper, rough against her skin.
It wasn’t really what she wanted to do but then...what did she want to do?
Samantha got home and hugged Lacy from behind in their master bedroom. The Alpha flew onto the bed with her body in the form of an X.
Lacy looked behind her and laughed at her mate. "Exhausted already?" The Omega asked.
Samantha moved to the edge of the bed and placed her hands on her knees. She sighed and stood up, walking over to Lacy. She leaned on the dresser as she watched the woman she love do her make up for the opening of her second location of Judy’s in Hoshimura.
"Are you scared to be going to Hoshimura?" Samantha asked. She pulled a strain of hair out of Lacy’s face.
Lacy placed her lip gloss down and examined herself in the mirror. She then reached for the blush. "I don’t know...its been so long, you know, almost eighteen years, I think." She leaned back in her chair and smacked her lips. "I doubt anything has changed in that city. I’m sure Omegas are still treated like shit," she said standing up and making her way to the closet.
From the closet, she picked out an elegant black dress and some high heels to match.
"Woman, you are going to be cooolddd!" Samantha laughed, picking out a fluffy jacket for her wife to wear.
"Gotta look good for the photo ops," she said, kissing Samantha on the lips.
"Do you..."
"No," Lacy said, cutting the Alpha off. She already knew what the Alpha was thinking and what she wanted. Samantha laughed and the two proceeded to lock up the house and head out to the grand opening.
They stepped out into the cold.
The snow had intensified, thick flakes swirling in the dimming afternoon light, muffling the world. Samantha locked the front door behind them, the heavy brass key turning with a solid.
Clunk
That seemed swallowed by the white silence. Lacy’s breath misted the air, a small cloud dissipating instantly against the biting wind. She pulled the fluffy jacket tighter, its faux fur collar tickling her jawline, but kept her shoulders squared, elegant even in the encroaching blizzard.
Samantha watched her wife for a moment, the determined set of her lips, the slight tremor Lacy tried to hide, before turning toward the driveway. Her boots crunched loudly on the freshly fallen snow, each step breaking the pristine surface, leaving deep, deliberate prints.
The garage door groaned open, revealing the sleek, dark shape of their car, its windshield already dusted white. Samantha brushed the snow off with a gloved hand, the flakes sticking briefly before sliding away, cold seeping through the leather.
Inside the vehicle, the engine purred to life, a deep vibration felt more than heard. Warm air began to whisper from the vents, carrying the faint scent of pine air freshener and Lacy’s perfume, something floral and expensive.
Samantha adjusted the mirrors, her movements precise, deliberate. Outside, the world blurred into a swirling grey-white curtain, streetlights reduced to hazy orange smudges in the distance. The tires crunched rhythmically over packed snow and hidden ice as they eased onto the deserted road, the sound muffled, almost hypnotic.
Shatwa sat in her gym class in the locker room with some other Alphas. Many of them sat around a bench with their gym sweats down to their ankles.
The Alphas were hard as they sized each other dicks and clits up.
"Yo, look at that clit, son, that shit thicker than me, got damn!" One of the male Alphas yelled, a dark skinned man with a buzz cut. The clit was referring to belonged to another dark skinned player. An Alpha female by the name of Janice.
Janice laughed and played with one of her two strain twist. She pounded her clit on her hand, making it harder.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!!
Pre cum began to drip from it so she placed it back in her boxer briefs and pulled her pants up. She giggled in her hands and got up and went to a basketball. The others began to do the same yelling and laughing at one another depending on how big one was versus the other.
Shatwa sat silently on the cold metal bench, eyes fixed on the cracked tile floor where someone’s discarded gum had hardened into a grey-black smudge. Steam curled from the showers, thick and smelling sharply of chlorine and cheap soap, clinging to her skin like a second damp layer.
Around her, the locker room thrummed with the raw energy of her peers, the sharp slap of skin hitting skin, the rhythmic pounding of fists against palms, the guttural laughter that bounced off concrete walls and echoed in her ears.
She hunched her shoulders, pulling her oversized hoodie tighter, the fabric rasping against her bare arms, trying to shrink away from the casual, brazen intimacy of the display.
Her own breath felt tight in her chest, a counterpoint to the humid air. She focused on the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on wet concrete just outside the locker room door, a mundane sound anchoring her in the chaos.
Janice came to Shatwa and sat next to her on the bench. "Damn, dude, you looking rough," she said, a basketball in her hand.
Shatwa smacked her lips and leaned back on the bench. "You know the story. I made a stupid decision one day and I’ve been stressed since."
"Yeah," Janice replied bouncing the ball. "That need for a good nut can make us go crazy sometimes. I think you should apologize the victim or apologize through her parents just in case she can’t handle being around you. Admit to your choice, own it, do the time, come out and don’t do it again. Oh...and get therapy."
Listening to the words of Janice was like listening to someone who was well beyond their years. It was strange for her to hear. Still, Shatwa nodded her hand and thanked the Alpha. She got up, both did and headed to the exit of the locker room. Ready to continue on wirh the day.