Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (3 page)

“Crap,” I groaned.

“Hey!” Jarvis whined.
“Not cool, Mom.”

I smacked him.
“
Stop being a bitch.”

He stuck his tongue out at me.

“
Bro, will you give me a ride?”
I asked before shoving the rest of his waffle in my mouth.

Jarvis
smacked me back
for stealing his waffle
and stood, chugging the rest of his orange juice.
“Sure.
I have to run into town anyway.
Ready blonde-bomb?” he
asked
, grabbing a piece of bacon for the road.

We kissed our parents goodbye and headed for the door, stopping only to grab my bag.

“I
do not
want to go to school...especially with mangy mutts!” Georgiana whined for the hundredth time that morning.
“This is
bloody
ridiculous.
I am over three-hundred-
bloody-
years-old!
I
do not
need to go to bloody high school!”

That was it.

“
Sod off
!” I yelled.
“If it was not for you falling off of the wagon,
as these disgusting Yanks would say
, we would not have had to leave Paris.
Do you think that any of us wants to be stuck here in the stupid Pacific Northwest?
Hello, it rains non-stop, you pillock bitch!
No one wants to live here.
And n
ow
,
because of your
clanger,
we have to hide out in Washington with werewolves!
Suck it up, because we are going to be late for
school.
”
I glared at the fuming redhead as I exited the parlor.

“Tanis,” Toran called out, following me, “you need to cut your sister some slack.”

“I shall do no such thing,” I snarled through clenched teeth.
“That spoiled little princess of headache and disaster needs to grow up and get over herself.
If you had let me stake her a
month
ago, as I wanted to, I would be surfing Saint Jean de Luz right now.
Not
starting high school,” I gagged on the term, “in some out-of-the-way shitehole with a population of less than two-thousand with a werewolf problem.”
I fought to keep from cringing when he cocked an eyebrow because of my tone regarding werewolves.

Thankfully
,
Toran let it go and shook his head in disappointment.
“Georgiana is your blood an
d we are a coven, thus we stand
by each other regardless of our mistakes.
Since her life was in danger in Paris
,
we all had to make sacrifices in order to protect her, thus protecting the coven.
There are many werewolves at the school so I expect you to mind your tongue and do not get into any fights with them or anyone else,” he said, raising a warning eyebrow and I suddenly felt
like a
young lad
.
“Keep your temper in check and remember we are guests of the pack.
Friday we will break bread with them at a birthday celebration even.”

I rolled my eyes.
“I do not remember agreeing to that.”

“You
do not
have a choice, we are all going,” he said in a clipped tone and I nodded once.
“You are going to be late.
Have fun at school and
try
not
bite anyone,” he teased.

“Give those words of wisdom to that git sister of mine,” I mumbled under my breath, slamming the front door behind me.

While I
impatiently
waited in the car, I laid on the horn, warning the
git bitch
that I’d leave her arse behind and make her walk in the impending rain.
Steffen and Abigail were in the backseat laughing hysterically; they always
found
amusement in my dis
comfort when it pertained
to my siblings.

“Cousin
, you need to cut her some slack,” Romeo said, closing the passenger side door behind him.
“Remember, there are only three things that women are good for: fighting, biting
,
and
screwing
.”

Steffen laughed
so Abigail smacked him in the chest, and I rolled my eyes.

Romeo’s name
didn’t
fit the classic perception one might
had
due to Shakespeare when they hear
d
the name
Romeo
.
Romeo
wa
s a self-righteous arsehole who goes through women like
a
bog roll.
He use
d
his
charm to seduce the ever
-
willing and
left
a wake of crying
,
heartbroken
women
wherever he
went
.

When Georgiana exited the house, I snarled.
She wasn’t a tall woman and yet her skirt had left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
And neither did her
top
; button-down, skintight, white, short sleeve shirt with a black bra underneath, nearly all of the buttons undone so her small breasts were threatening to break free.

“What in
bloody
hell are you wearing?” I demanded when she slid into the backseat.

“
Chanel
,” Georgiana snorted, rolled her eyes
and flipped me off.

“Do you not think that is a little over the top for
high school
?” I argued, driving down the long, winding driveway.
“A reservation
high school
at that?”

“You are one to talk,” she countered.
“You are wearing
Cavalli
.
Those jeans co
st you how much;
three or four hundred American?
Your bloody shirt and jacket alone are worth more than these ba
ck wood mutts
get
in a year with their precious capita payments
.”

Deep breaths.
Deep breaths.

It was a good thing that I didn’t have a stake handy because Georgiana would look like a
bloody coat
rack before we even made it to the end of the driveway.
It was getting harder and harder to remember, let alone believe, that Georgiana and I were related.
We were
nothing alike.
I don’t even think we look
ed
alike anymore.
Georgiana had curly dark red hair, soft rounded features, gapped teeth, pale skin with a dusting of freckles, and
was
short.
My hair
was
straight and multicolored dark blond with masterfully done honey highlights, all of my features
were
angular,
and
I have
a
freckle-free light tan
complexion
and
am
tall.
Beside
s our physical differences, she wa
s a bitch and
I wasn’t
...usually
.

“Is it just me,” Steffen started and snickered when we pulled into the school’s
car park
, “or does it look like we pulled into a white trash police auction?”

Needless to say, my Range Rover Sport was going to stand out.

“They don’t look too happy to see us,” Abigail teasingly
said
and we nodded our agreement.

It was easy to pinpoint the werewolves because they were glaring at us while everyone else was gawking and whispering.

“This isn’t awkward
at all
,” Romeo said with a chuckle.
“Tell me again why we’re doing this?”

It was a rhetorical question.
However, it was one that I felt the need to answer.

“Because the minger bitch in the backseat cannot keep her bloody fangs to herself,” I reminded him.

“Sod off,” Georgiana sneered and kicked the back of my seat.

“No thank you,” I said and slammed on the breaks, sending her smashing into the back of my seat.

The profanities flowed from her lips as I parked the
car
.

This is just the beginning,
I mentally
groaned
.

We continued shouting and yelling at each other in every language we knew through the halls, ignoring the stares of the
humans
and the rude comments from the werewolves, all the way to first hour.
Thankfully I didn’t share that particular class with her or any of them.
I needed my space and time to clear my head, and I couldn’t do that with Steffen and Abigail’s perpetual optimism, Romeo’s lustful tongue and roaming eyes, or Georgiana’s
pernicious
words and attitude.

“What class is this?” I mumbled and looked at my schedule and groaned: creative writing.
“
Bugger.
Who in the hell signed me up for
bloody
creative writing?
This is going to be the longest day of my very long life,” I complained under my breath.

I checked in with the teacher, it was a struggle to not turn around and hide in my car for the
whole
day
and
listen
to music.

“Hello, Mr. Ashton,” the teacher greeted.
“This is more of an independent study class, as you’ll find out.
Just fill a journal with a creative composition by the end of semester.
It can be a novel, a bunch of short stories, poetry, whatever floats your boat.
You can eat and drink in class as long as it isn’t disruptive, oh, and no fighting.
You can share the back table with Jay Dee,” he said, signing off on my schedule and motioned towards the back of the room.

I nodded; eating and drinking wouldn’t be a problem.
Unlike my lovely temperamental sister
, I could
control my hunger.
I headed down the center aisle to the back corner and threw my bag on top of the table, taking the seat next to the widow.
At least I’d have a good seat.

Jay Dee should have gotten his arse to school sooner if he wanted it.

One of the
human
sitting at the table in front of me turned around.

“Not interested,” I said coldly before she could open her mouth.
I didn’t have time or patience for stupid humans and their ridiculous crushes.
It wa
s always the same wherever we
went
.
Our good looks lure our prey to us like moths to a flame...those are Steffen’s words when he’s all to pot, and they only apply to me since I’m naturally handsome.
Regardless of wha
t television and movies suggest
ed
, not all vampires
were
attractive.
Romeo use
d
his looks and voice of persuasion to shag everything in a thousand mile radius.
Georgiana use
d
her vampiric gifts in much the same way, but instead of shagging them
,
she scr
ewed
with their minds; she lived
for drama.
Abigail and Steffen like
d
to people watch
, a living soap opera they called it
.
They had
been married for more than three hundred years.
They never argued, fought or had drama.
Their relationship was solid and had been since they first met; she was immortal and he wasn’t
,
and we all know what happened next.