Asshole.
Moron.
These blue balls are on you.
He had turned into a masturbator. At night time, in the middle of the night, in the morning, and whenever he got hard, he had to take care of it. From what his dad had told him, mates helped with the sexual needs. He doubted Poppy would be helping him any time soon.
Klaus paused halfway across town and turned back to look at Anna’s shop. Was Poppy masturbating? Did she have needs? Was she wet for him? Thinking about him?
Crap, he hadn’t even considered that, and now, he felt himself getting aroused again. There was no way he was heading into the forest to take care of his needs. Not when he was needed elsewhere.
His dad had him on mechanic duty. Cars were second nature to him, almost as much as alpha duty was. It probably had something to do with the fact his father owned the only mechanic shop in town.
When he wasn’t busy dealing with pack business, he was fixing cars.
“You’re late,” his father, George, said.
“I’m sorry. I was dealing with something.”
“Mate-related something?”
Klaus tensed up. “Huh?”
“Son, don’t think I haven’t noticed your little problem.” George nodded toward his groin area.
“Dad, it’s nothing.”
“You’re in the bathroom all the time. Your sisters are complaining constantly.”
“It’s nothing, Dad. You ever thought that it was something else?”
“You know I’ve got impeccable hearing, right?”
“Ew, that’s just … gross.” Klaus scrunched up his face.
“So, have you found your mate? Who is she?”
He hated lying to his father as well as his alpha. Poppy was a pain in the ass, and she didn’t like him. He also knew that if his father got involved, then shit was going to hit the fan.
Poppy had never told anyone about … what he did or said. The fact he would trip her in high school, sometimes pull her hair, and say nasty names.
The hair-pulling wasn’t as bad as it sounded, in his head. The band she wore to keep those gorgeous blonde locks up pissed him off. He always tried to take her hair down, pulling the band from her hair, which of course, never went quite as smoothly as he would have liked.
He wasn’t a bad guy.
No, scratch that.
He was awful.
Some of the things he’d said to Poppy over the years were not good.
This was a nightmare. His dad would be pissed at him.
That was why he hadn’t said anything. Poppy’s begging aside, he couldn’t let his dad know that his mate was in the pack, and well, refusing to mate with him because he was a fucking bully.
His mom would be disappointed. Not to mention the pack wouldn’t be pleased because they were a friendly pack.
The bullying had occurred between him and Poppy, and no one had witnessed it. He’d made sure of that.