The Chosen [Wolf + MxM]

The Chosen- Chapter 28

Double upload ahead so keep in mind there's another one after this. Don't bother reading if you don't have time for this and the next chapter because they kind of run into each other.

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::CHAPTER 28::

Danyel’s POV

 

If it were anyone else, I’d shove them hard enough that their mom would feel their wrist snapping long before they did. But it wasn’t anyone else. It was Richie sprawled out across me sleeping too deeply to realize that his weight had put my leg to sleep or that he was drooling on my shirt.

I looked down at the unsightly bird’s nest trying to pass itself off as his hair. It was an unfortunate result of his constant rolling in his sleep meshed with him not drying his hair properly and his hair natural state of messiness. His cheek was imprinted with lines from the crumpled material of my shirt. The same shirt that he’d adamantly insisted on making his pillow for the past few hours. I rolled my eyes for probably the fifth time since I’d gotten up however long ago.

Ignoring the hot mess cuddled against me, I tried to wiggle my toes and winced at the pins and needles sensation. Yes. If it were anyone else, I’d definitely wake them up. Instead I rest my chin on top of his head because, as uncomfortable as this position was, he was my hot mess and I had a habit of letting him do what he wanted. That said, I kept my mouth shut and didn’t complain.

I let him sniffle and huff. He tugged at my shirt in his sleep and tangled his legs with mine like the clingy, restless octopus he was probably dreaming he was.

It was kind of cute if I was being totally honest. Never mind that the physical size of him outstripped mine only enough that I was faced with just how much of him there was. Spread out, sprawled off, stretched across; encroaching on every inch of my skin he could get into contact with. Moving when he wanted more.

Tucking a strand of his bird’s nest behind his ear, I watched him relax more into his sleep and give a soft hum. I don’t know how it was possible, but sometimes it was almost like the mating affected him the same as me although it should have been one sided. It made me wonder if we would get to a point where it would work the same as normal matings too. Maybe he’d feel it just like I did.

A part of me didn’t want that. I preferred him to not be bound to a relationship that would make things so much more difficult for him when the shit hit the fan. At the same time, I was selfish enough to think to hell with that. The latter was winning out more and more the longer he stayed here. I should feel bad about it, but I didn’t. Especially not after those inner demons he’d confessed last night.

Richie, more than anyone, deserved everything good. He deserved a mating that was smooth sailing. Like Asher and his mate. Or Uncle and Aunty. He deserved to know what was happening.

I was yet to fully commit to a decision, but I was thinking on it long and hard because when the fated moment came I had to have an answer. Beyond that, I also had to prepare for the possibility that Richie’s answer may or may not match my own. It was a very real thing that I had to brace my wolf for. I’d long accepted that probability in a way that I doubted the animal could.

At first I didn’t pay attention to Richie moving. He’d been doing that all along after all, twisting one way or shuffling the other. I only turned to him when I spotted his head rising up. A pair of super sleepy, chilled blue eyes blinked up at me. “We really need to stop waking up like this,” he murmured in a voice hoarse and broken from lack of use. The familiar words reminded me of the morning he’d left. He’d said the same thing.