I’m Yours? - Chapter One | 4,287k
Peter doesn’t need a tutor, he doesn’t. It doesn’t matter what Mr. Harris thinks. Besides, Peter knows his own worth and he is far too good for some gangly, awkward kid to be helping him pass Chemistry.
And then he meets Christopher Black.
It all goes down hill from there.
Here it is! My Petopher Secret Santa Fic! This story took me forever and beyond to write, and this is only Chapter one! Links will be provided down below once I upload them!
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
Peter was annoyed. Not only was he annoyed but he was more than a little upset. Who the hell did Mr. Harris think he was? Clearly he thought himself better, if the way he pranced around his classroom demanding respect was anything to go by. It was disgusting how highly the man thought of himself, how he shamelessly placed himself above all others in a room. In truth, he was nothing more than an Omega playing at being an Alpha - alone and taking full advantage of the only authority he held.
Even though the man was human Peter thought it was an apt comparison and he couldn’t find it in himself to like the man one bit, no matter how hard he had tried. He wouldn’t respect someone who hadn’t earned it, couldn’t. And now this! To - to be degraded in such a way! Peter was better than this, better than what some silly human thought of him, anyway.
He was meant for great things - of that he knew. Maybe he wasn’t going to be Alpha - he didn’t care, it was fine, he didn’t care - but he was being groomed as their packs Left Hand, a position he found far more desirable. He was too be the Enforcer of the pack, operating in the peripheral and dealing with threats before the rest of his pack even found out about them.
He was clever, quick and sharp and his mind moved fast. He was able to spin believable tales from nothing, craft words in such a way that people would believe, without question what he was telling them. Physically, he was even better. Fast and lithe and at fourteen he was proud to be one of the better fighters in his pack. He excelled when it came to be being a strong, dependable wolf. He had to be, if he was going to take over his uncle’s mantle one day.
So Peter knew his own worth. He was young, sure, but he was more than capable. It didn’t matter if Adrian Harris couldn’t see so, was basing his intelligence off of something as silly as a few test scores. He didn’t need the help, refused to even toy with the thought that he might. Never would he choose something like this for himself. There was no way he wasn’t capable on his own and he wouldn’t accept the help. Well, that was if he had the choice. Instead he was being forced into a vile, horrible situation. God, he had not a clue how he was going to survive.
Alright, maybe he was being a tad dramatic. But, but a tutor! It was absolutely beneath him.
