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“Hi, mom”, Telemachus said to his phone. “How are you and dad doing?”
“Good morning, sweetie!”, Penelope responded. “We’re doing just fine. I just wanted to ask you how you were doing. I bet university has been difficult, hasn’t it? Wouldn’t you like some help?”
Telemachus sighed. He was the son of a millionaire family, and he would be the one to inherit all that wealth. That’s what he was an alpha for. But… he wanted to do something for himself. Build himself. He wanted his name to appear in blue in the Wikipedia pages because of him , not because of his parents. He wanted to be the thoughtful Telemachus, not just the son of cunning Odysseus and wise Penelope. In short words, he wasn’t gonna let himself be called a nepo-baby.
He was currently working on a geography project. The pen in his hand was freezed over the piece of paper.
“I’m doing fineee, mom. I don’t need help, I swear. I can do this by myself.”
“Ugh, fine. Just… know that your father and I would be glad to help you.” She paused for a moment. “Have you made any friends?”
Telemachus froze. He was quite reserved, quiet… Just not good at starting conversations. He could easily engage if someone asked him something, but he was never able to bring in a conversation topic.
“Well, there is a really nice guy. His name is Pisistratus. He always talks to me and, well… he’s cool.”
“I see. And who was that other guy you were talking about the other day. The one you were complaining about because he hadn’t done some chores. I remember his name sounded like a medicine…”
The alpha (the male one, since his mother was also an alpha) icked at the mention of him . That motherfucking idiot of a roommate he had. He thought he was so cool, that metalhead motorist wannabe, with his tattoos, and dreadlocks with golden thingies on it, and because he was so tall, and he was an alpha as well, and hot like hell, and got all the bitches… Fucking dumbass. They could never be paired together. In Mr. Maiados PE class, for an exercise? They’d fucking ruin it, somehow. In Sir Latoeus artistic stuff? He had drawn Antinous as a monkey and Antinous had drawn him as a clown. In Mrs. Deo’s herbology class? They had accidentally poured too much water on a certain plant while arguing.
Not to say he had made some very lewd comments about his mother as well, when he thought Telemachus wasn’t listening. He said stuff like, oh, she’s so hot, that is what I call a MILF, damn, imma goon to her pictures , or something like . He hated him guts!
“You mean Antinous? Mom, he’s an idiot!”
He heard a chuckle from the phone.
“I know, I know. Did he do anything you wanna complain about?”
“Hmmm… he’s dumb.”
She bursted out laughing. To her, her son and husband were the funniest men in the world. They really weren’t, but they made her happy.
They talked a bit more, before saying goodbye and finally hanging. Telemachus put the phone down.
Telemachus sighed and went back to his work. Or was going to, when the door opened, revealing the dark skinned, tall, built silhouette. He saw it because of the mirror. The door was behind him. Antinous wore a leather jacket with some thorns and a metal band logo patch on the chest, jeans and a red shirt. He had quite the style.
“Heyyy! Watcha doin’?”, he asked, leaning against the door with that fucking sexy accent. Telemachus didn’t know what type of accent it was, since he hadn’t stopped to analyze, but it was sexy.
“Working on a project. Something that you should be doing too. Don’t you have an exam next week?”
“Maybe I do. But eeeh, it’s so boring”, he pushed himself off the door and approached Telemachus, putting his hand around his shoulder. “Aren’t you bored too, wolfie ?”
He called Telemachus that because of the woven wolf stuff his mother made for him. A scarf? It would have paw patterns. A sweater? A picture of a wolf. A plushie? She would straight up crochet a wolf. Not just that, but also because Telemachus liked those. Not only because they were made by his beloved mother, but also because wolves were his favorite animals. Even more than dogs.
Of course, he wouldn’t change his beloved dog Argos for some wild canine with rabies. But you get it.
To be honest, yes , he was bored of studying and studying. He wanted to be responsible, but he wasn’t. He was literally doing this project because he was about to fail the subject.
Like father, like son , Mrs Pallas had said when he got a 23/100 in the test. She had given him the opportunity to still approve because he was the son of one of her favorite students, Odysseus… who had also struggled with geography when he was his son’s age. So yes, nepotism at its’ best.
But he wouldn’t agree with Antinous. Not in front of him.
“Get the fuck off of me”, he hissed.
Antinous smirked, knowing that he was being annoying.
“You know, there is a party in some weeks, where everyone is invited. Of course, you will probably not show up, but I thought it’d be nice if you knew what you’re missing. All the fun stuff and shit.”
He told Telemachus a few more details, like the place, date and hour of said party. It’d be at Amphinomus’ house, in the middle of spring break, at night.
“Nerd”, Antinous said when the other alpha denied him. “Eh, you’ll eventually change your mind. Probably.”
The older and taller alpha got up and went to the exit door. He’d probably have a beer. He’d prefer getting drunk over studying. No wonder he had repeated the year.
Later that day, they were in class. Mr. Plouton’s economics class, to be specific. Telemachus was taking notes, when a piece of paper landed on his desk. He knew it couldn’t be something good, Antinous had been doing stuff like this since high school. Couldn’t he just grow up?!
He knew it was Antinous because he always left some sort of signature mark, a drawing. Of course, he wasn’t gonna write his name, just to avoid any teacher knowing it was him who had written it. And what was this signature mark ? A doodle of a wolf. Not too realistic, not too simple. Just detailed enough to make it clear it was a wolf.
Telemachus sighed and opened the note. Sure, Mr. Plouton wouldn’t see him.
You look a lot like your mom. How does it feel to be pretty like a girl ?
The fuck did that mean? Was he calling him feminine or something?!
He looked over his shoulder to see Antinous just a couple seats behind. Damn, he had nice aim... But still, why was he so determined to be a dick?!
Antinous smiled like a shark, showing his canine teeth. They were incredibly sharp and big, even for an alpha. Everything was. His pheromones? Too strong and alluring, even for an alpha. His alpha voice? That too. Even, from what Telly had heard, his rut was also unbearable to him. Oh, he was also like… taller than the teacher himself, and by far. How tall was he? 185 cms? Maybe even 190? Fuck!
Telemachus gritted his teeth. This son of a big bitch…
After the class ended, half an hour later, Antinous approached him. He leaned his hand in his hand, his fingers were adorned with very cool tattoos, like the snake that wrapped itself around his middle finger.
“Hey, little wolf”, he said, grinning, “I’ll see you at the doors.”
Everyone who had heard that looked at him suspiciously. Well, they looked at them . Antinous, judging by the way his eyes widened for a second, realized what it had looked like and quickly cleared his voice.
“To fight.”
“I don’t get into fights.”
“No?”, he snorted. “What a coward. Are you really an alpha? Because you seem more like an omega to me. A lady.” He looked at the rest. “Someone bring a skirt for the girlie!”, he laughed. Some guys chorused the laughter. Amphinomus and Eurymachus.
Telemachus’ hands balled into fists. Whether he wanted to or not, his instincts and his own pride wouldn’t let him back down at that.
“Fine”, he growled. “See you outside, bitch .”