Mate of the Werewolf (boyxboy)

Mate of the Werewolf - Last Wolf Standing

“I’m so glad that you’re alright,” Ethan whispered as he lowered himself onto the ground beside him, nuzzling his head under his mate’s. “I didn’t want to lose you too.”

Chance rested his head on top of Ethan’s sighing heavily as he did so, showing his mate subtly how tired he truly was without meaning to. “I would never leave my mate so easily.”

“Not after searching for me for three years, you won’t,” Ethan said, jokingly.

“Heh,” Chance said around a half-smirk.

A forced cough quickly brought the two of them back into reality of the situation and Chance lifted his head, turning his attention at the other two wolves with them; Ross and Myles.

“Um...” Ross appeared as if he wanted to say something, probably to apologize for his previous actions, but didn’t know what to say.

So Chance cut him off. “You’re free from Raven now,” he said simply.

Myles’s shoulders slumped ever-so slightly from relief and he smiled softly. “Thank you...Alpha.”

“That’s right,” Ethan said as he pushed himself up to sit on his back legs, remembering his previous conversation with Myles and Ross. “You’re Alpha of your pack again.”

At first, Chance was silent before another small smile appeared on his canine lips. “...I guess so.”

“I’m sure your father will be proud of you,” Ethan said as he licked him tenderly on the side of his face before pulling back and giving him a tender smile. “I know I am.”

“You’re right,” Chance said as he made the motion to stand up on all his four legs. But before he could reach his full and impressive height, he collapsed onto the ground again, letting out a grunt of pain. “Ugh.”

“Try not to move around too much or you’ll cause more damage,” Ethan immediately commanded, his medical instincts kicking in once again. He then lowered himself by Chance’s side in an attempt to aide him in his movements. “Here, we need to get back home so I can clean your wounds.”

Carefully, he helped Chance to stand up, his mate trying his best to do it himself, but was forced to rely heavily on him. With Chance being a much larger wolf than he is, even as a human, he won’t be able to carry Chance on his own.

So, he turned to his two new wolf companions. “Can you two help me?”

“Right,” Ross said as he immediately made his way to aid Chance from his other side. “Lean against me, Alpha.”

And then, carefully, Ethan led his mate and wolf-pack members back to his place.

The night was over now. They now have a time to rest - peacefully.

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Throwing a bloody paper towel over his shoulder and into the waste bin that was filled to the brim with other discarded tissues, Ethan breathed a sigh. He was both tired and relieved. He had just finished cleaning Chance’s wounds, his mate returning to his human form without Ethan’s approval as he knew it would be painful for him to do so.

But, as Chance readily pointed out, it would be a lot easier for him to bandage his injuries.

“That will take care of your injuries for now,” Ethan said as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, Chance resting peacefully against the pillows. He had helped Chance into his room as soon as they got home, for in his room was his first aid supply, something he always managed to keep hidden from his destructive sister.

...Not that he had to do that anymore.

Hiding a wince, Ethan scooted further up the bed so he was leaning back against the head board, allowing Chance to rest his head on his knees as he soothingly ran his fingers through his midnight coloured hair. The curtains for his windows were drawn shut, blocking out the sun and from what Ethan could tell, it was about midday now.

Myles and Ross were still with them, but were currently occupying another part of his home. Hopefully they were in the kitchen, getting something to eat. They’ve been through a lot as well.

Perhaps he could get Chance something to eat. After he gets some much needed rest, of course.

“But you still need plenty of rest,” Ethan added, silently pleading with his mate not to try to put any further strain on his healing body.

Chance closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, the drama of the night now past taking their toll. “I am sorry that your sister wasn’t able to be saved,” he said gently.

Ethan, too, was sorry that she had to leave this world in such a violent manner.

“She never used to be like that,” he said as he continued to run his fingers through Chance’s hair, offering him comfort as well as giving him reassurance that Chance was still with him. “But, in a way, I knew that one day something like this would happen. She...my real sister died a long time ago.”

Chance gently took his other hand in his and kissed his palm softly, apologetically. “I am sorry. Raven had once been a kind soul, himself. I can’t comprehend what could have happened. Maybe, I had-”

“Don’t. It’s not your fault, we’re just victims of circumstance, I suppose,” Ethan said, smiling softly when he felt a sense of irony that he was saying the exact same words Chance had offered to him countless times before. But then his smile wavered a little. “If you weren’t here, I’d hate to think what would have happened.”

Chance kissed his palm again before placing equally soft kisses against his wrist. “The life of a Werewolf isn’t as simple as it seems.”

“No,” Ethan said with a small amount of acceptance. “But then again, life in general isn’t simple.”

“That is true,” Chance said as he entwined his fingers within his, locking their hands together. He then tugged lightly on their joined hands, signalling to Ethan that he wanted him to come closer.

And Ethan gladly did so, bending forward to gently nudge his lips against Chance’s, kissing slowly, passionately. Their lips glided over the others, caressing and attentive.

Ethan wasn’t aware of how long they’ve been kissing but he was certain it would have been longer in time hadn’t they suddenly heard a forced cough, much like the one they heard earlier that morning and pulled apart.

“Um, knock, knock?” Ross murmured as he stood on the threshold into Ethan’s room, looking uncertain and a little bit edgy.

“Oh, come in,” Ethan said as he made no attempt to move from his position on his bed, allowing Chance to rest comfortably against his knees. “Is there something wrong?”

Ross still looked hesitant and unsure as he took a couple tentative steps into the room. “I know it’s wrong to ask something of Alpha’s mate, but-”

“Under Raven’s rule, perhaps,” Chance cut him off, opening one of his eyes to peer up at his pack mate. “But as you can see, my mate is capable of making his own decisions.”

The tension from Ross’s shoulders relaxed a little when Ethan shot Chance an amused look.

Ok, so he might have barked out some orders to Ross and Myles to help with Chance’s injuries. He does tend to become the ‘medic’ in stressful situations like they had just been in.

“Right,” Ross said, also looking somewhat amused.

Blushing lightly, Ethan coughed and abruptly changed the subject. “What can I help you with?”

The amusement Ross held was quickly lost and he turned a slightly pleading gaze upon Ethan. “I was wondering if you could take a look at Myles for me.”

“Myles?”