Selena found Jezebel en route to their Geography class. Though in view of their classmates who noticed the pair slipping away to the back of the school. If they told the Mr. Vicente or not didn’t matter even if she’d be getting stacks of homework as high as Mount Everest.
The Succubus didn’t look straight at her Alpha as Selena demanded her answer and repeated some of what Liesel had told her without revealing her source. She giggled sadly, “I am jealous of Tats, Lena. Tell me honestly, have you ever said I was your mate or girlfriend?”
Selena had, during the call with Liesel, but couldn’t think of another instance. Always as a packmate and a wonderful friend.
“Your heart belongs to Tats. Making you two one would’ve hopefully opened your eyes to other women. Like me.” Shifting on her feet and feeling embarrassed with the admission, she continued. “For her, she didn’t want you to have an outsider as mate. It’d cause issue with the other Were-clans... She can’t become a Weretiger and this was her solution of being with you. I only knew once Morgana had to involve mommy, once Tats was too sick because of the medicine that she had to stay with us.”
As Selena recalled Tatiana’s accusation from nearly a month ago the teen’s heart sank like a stone. Telling both sooner could've avoided so much. “I love you, Jez. Moon,” she embraced her girlfriend. On day she’d much better at screaming out just how much to the world, “you’ve been everything to me these last weeks while helping me build a pack from scratch.” Jezebel jerked then began squeezing almost all life out of Selena. “I should’ve listened to you when you said to run after her. Then we three could’ve been together at the start.”
“You should’ve,” the Succubus sniffed, “but I was glad to have you all to myself for a little while.”
“That leaves Tatiana. Fuck if I’ll let her die, even if it’s to become a part of my soul. We can deal deal with the rest later. Was the really the only option she could think of?”
“I offered to make her a Succubus. We still need to grow up and mature, even with that method, and it doesn’t mean we remember our previous lives. Fragments and impression, mostly. But we’d raise and love her as a daughter. A silly idea, right?” This was the first time Selena had seen Jezebel, the school slut, so flustered and the Alpha could feel her body also warm uncomfortably the longer the silence lasted. “Umm, maybe her and Morgana discussed other things.”
“S-sure. One second, texting Amber to let her know we’re going away. Maybe she can cover for us?” Selena could only hope that it wouldn’t involve another punishment at the end. Once the phone disappeared into her pocket, she moved her fingers over to undo the buttons on her jeans. “We’ll get to the manor faster as Weretigers.” Jezebel made a grimace. “Told her we’re leaving our clothes.”
Satisfied that the trip wouldn’t involve carrying her outfit in her maw, strands of fur blasted through her pores in time to replace the shed pieces of her outfit. Her claws left deep marks in the ground as she leapt after her Alpha, becoming a blurr of black-streaked white fur.
Stokerville High was close enough to the city-limits proper and the residential areas between them should be drained by now. But Selena had her feline ears, eyes, and nose to guide her through anyone remaining at home that could discover them before they were safe out in the wilds and racing straight to the Von Karnstein manor.