Chapter 51 FIFTY TWO
ROMAN’S POV
Roman grunted out as he lifted the heavy weight he was currently carrying. Mr Castor has made it his mission to push them to their limits. Every time it got closer to his class time, Roman would groan in exhaustion, the initial excitement quickly dying down.
He breathed out, dropping the weight he had been carrying before flexing his hands. Their conversation that night had been cut short, as a group of boys had wandered into the forest.
Roman still had a lot of questions, but Mr Castor has been actively avoiding him. Instead they were training intensely as if war was about to break out.
Roman held back his laughter, as he watched Richie struggling with the weight he was holding. The blonde boy has slowly ingrained himself to Roman’s side. His slim hands were currently shaking badly, as he struggled to hold the weight above his head.
Quickly Roman rushed to his side, assisting him in holding the weight upright, before gently lowering it down.
“Thanks man,” Richie panted out, walking towards the water dispenser.
“Why would you even try to lift that weight kg considering!!” Roman paused, on what he wanted to say, he didn’t want to sound like an asshole.
Richie just grinned, shrugging his shoulders as he chugged cups after cups of water.
Roman rolled his eyes, before drinking from the cup Richie passed to him. He wondered why he even bothered, from the little time he had spent with Richie, he knew the boy did questionable stuff.
Roman nodded his head as Richie talked about another secret party taking place. For days now, he has been trying to convince Roman to attend one of the party’s constantly being thrown. Roman was surprised the principal, or live-in teachers, hadn't gotten wind of it.
His eyes glanced around the room, stopping on Mr Castor who was teaching a dark haired boy how to properly lift weights. Roman sighed, he needed information, Mr Castor and his brother had left him with more questions than answers.
He wondered what other organizations were out there, trying to find Emily.
After they were done with classes for the day, Roman and Richie walked back together towards their dorm rooms.
“Look man,” I am telling you. “You need to attend one of these parties with me. You get to meet Alphas from different packs, drinks, girls and who knows, you might get the information you have been secretly searching for.”
Roman snapped his head towards Richie, raising his eyebrows, his hands on his door handle tightening. “What are you talking about?" he asked.
“Oh come on. I may, or may not have seen you in the library. I know you need information, I am not asking you to tell me because I can’t help, I am just trying to point you towards where you could start from.”
Roman, stiffly nodded his head, before entering his room.
He had been stupid to look down on Richie. They were all werewolves, and not just any wolf but leaders of their future packs. He needed to be more careful around him, but for now he would attend the party.
Mr Castor isn’t a man that would easily give Roman the answers he wanted, therefore he needed to find other ways to get them.
Roman groaned, laying down on his bed, his muscles straining in pain and exhaustion. He laid there, trying to recollect his thoughts, plans and actions moving forward. His thoughts wandered to Emily, the memory of her laughter, luring him to sleep.
By the time Roman woke up again, it was night time. He swiped away the drool from his cheeks, before grudgingly standing up from his bed. He glanced at the clock on his bedside, widening his eyes at the time.
It was 11:30 already, he had about 30 minutes to dress up, Richie had told him the party started by 12, but he liked to go by 12:30. He hoped today wasn’t going to be an exception.
Quickly he stripped off his sweaty clothes, before walking naked towards his bathroom. Every day, he would keep thanking the school for having the common sense to give each of them their own private shower.
Roman sighed as the cold water ran down his body. He didn’t know how these parties were, he never really attended many parties back home, and these ones were filled with egotistical bastards. He needed to be on his best behavior, get the information he could, and then leave quietly.
He brushed his teeth after taking his shower, spraying some deodorant, before leaving the bathroom. Roman put on a simple white tee, pairing it with black jeans and white sneakers. He grabbed his wallet, jacket and phone, before leaving his room.
Roman breathed out, knocking on Richie's door. It was currently 12:28, and he hoped Richie hadn’t left. Before he could raise his hands to knock again, the door opened, with an already drunk Richie standing there.
He grinned wide at the sight of Roman, hugging him tightly. Roman stood still, awkwardly waiting for Richie to be done. When the hug continued for longer than he could handle, he gently pushed Richie away from him, watching as he swayed slightly before ushering him inside his room.
Roman glanced around, greeting the two other boys inside. Thankfully they were all dressed to go, Richie offered him a glass of whatever they were drinking, Roman politely declined. Richie's room was no different than his, just way more dirty and scattered.
“Lighten up,” Richie slurred out. “This is what I like to call fashionablely late.” He chuckled at his own words, before motioning to the other boys. They all sneaked out of the dorm, laughing as they ran into the forest while Roman simply rolled his eyes.
Just great he thought, they haven’t even gotten to the party yet, and he already had three drunk boys to deal with. Roman wonders just how much they had drank, it took a lot to get a werewolf drunk, so he knew they probably drank more than humanely possible.
Roman followed behind them as they walked deeper into the dark forest, they stopped in front of a beautiful stream, before going towards the huge cave opposite it. Once they entered the cave, Roman was met with a whole new world.
The entire cave was decorated, bonfires lit up, different boys and girls were dancing around, while some were shamelessly making out. Roman rolled his eyes at that, while he was content with waiting for his mate, other werewolves made sure they indulged as much as they could, claiming they would soon be mated to one person forever, so they needed to explore as much as they could.
“Hey! man let me introduce you to some of the top Alphas,” Richie says, slinging his hands over Roman’s shoulder.
Roman removed his hands away from his shoulder while Richie simply laughed. “You need to loosen up,” he says, walking towards where a group of Alphas were gathered, girls on most of their laps, drinks and smoke being passed around.
Roman tugged his hands into the pocket of his jeans as he walked behind Richie. He braced himself as they got closer, this whole setting reminded him of Stefan and his crew back at the pack.
When they got there, Richie greeted everyone, he grabbed a cup, pouring enough alcohol inside before handing it to Roman. He introduced him to everyone, before taking the smoke someone had offered him.
Roman shaked everyone, he turned to shake the boy who had been aggressively kissing the girl on his lap. The boy lifted up his head, the bone fire casting its full glow on his face.
Both of their eyes widened, Roman clenched his jaw, anger seeping through every pore of his being.
“Hello! Stefan,” he gritted out, his eyes darkening at the sight before him.