The Beta Wants Me [BXB]

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I open my door and shut it quietly, making sure I didn't make a lot of noise. It was a normal thing for me to get late night snacks because I was a fatass who was always hungry but apparently there were some complaints that I was too loud. Even when I'd tip toe, they still heard me and I suppose it was because of their super werewolf hearing. They'd get over it, my hunger was very important.

I walk through the fifth floor until I catch sight of the elevator and I press the button to get to the first floor. I enter, allowing the steel doors to close and watch the arrows going downwards on the screen with the melody the elevator plays drifting into my head. It wasn't that cheesy music that an elevator usually plays but it was a selection of music that was actually tasteful.

The doors slide open and I walk out, careful that my footsteps aren't that loud. Again, I walk through the floor until I find the modern kitchen with steel appliances and marble decor and enter. I pull open the fridge, look inside, then close it. Turning, I pull open a cabinet and grab a bag of Lays chips and Milano cookies. I would make something but I realized how lazy I am and that I'd have to wash the dishes if I made something so I decided against it.

Carbohydrates, high fructose syrup and saturated fat it is. My metabolism was amazing anyways.

I begin walking, again, to the living room but shriek aloud and nearly drop my precious food when I see Bryn sitting there on her own. Her head is dropped in her hands, occasional sniffles escaping her. I sigh, realization that I have to actually be a good person coming to me.

I walk over to her and drop the big bag of Lays and Milano cookies between us. She notices my presence and quickly wipes her face.

"I wasn't crying," she lies.

"Those tear streaks on your face say otherwise," I chuckle and she curses quietly, wiping at her face.

I'm silent and so is she until my stomach grumbles and I rip open the bag of chips and pull out a bunch to stuff into my mouth. She looks at me before looking at the bag.

"Can I have some?" She asks, her voice sounding sore as if she'd been crying for hours.

I nod and she grabs a handful, chewing on each chip as if hoping their flavor would dissolve her problems.

I actually felt somewhat bad for her as I looked at her. I wasn't a werewolf so I could never experience the pain she must be feeling but the vibes she gave off made it known that she was hurting.

"I'm sorry," I began to say, looking away from her, "about everything."

"If anyone should apologize, it's me," she says, "I have to apologize to Declan too."

"Don't, he'll most likely still hate you either way," I advise.

"That's probably true," she tries to laugh but it comes out forced and I cringe.

Again, silence follows except the munching of the chips as we chew them. She opens the pack of cookies and looks at me as if asking if she can have one and I nod. She takes one of the delicious treats out and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. I gap at her before shaking my head, looking down and laughing silently.

"I feel like nothing ever goes my way," she says all of a sudden.

"Tell me about it," I mutter, fully understanding where she's coming from.

"When I was seventeen, everyone I knew was finding their mates and I was told by everyone to wait and that my mate would come soon so I waited and waited...and waited and before I knew it everyone around me had a mate but I didn't," she breathes a shaky breath and I put a cookie in her hand as if to cheer her up. She looks at the cookie in her hand before looking at me and smiling sadly.

"I remember two years ago feeling this pain in my chest, it felt like my heart was ripping itself to pieces," she hiccups, wiping her glossy eyes with one hand, the other hand held the cookie that she took a bite out of, "that pain now makes sense."

"I'm sorry," was all I knew how to say.

I didn't know how to comfort people and it always made me feel awkward when I had to comfort others. The only person who I've successfully been able to comfort was Bolt but it was hardly anything.

"It just sucks that I never even got to meet her, you know?" She says with a mouth full of cookies.

I nod quietly, unable to say anything. I wasn't sure Bryn would've been happy to even meet Lyn considering how much of a bitch she was before she died and I have this gnawing feeling that Lyn would've rejected Bryn because she was too up Killian's ass.

"How did she die?" Bryn asks, looking at me.

I didn't know how to answer her or what to say. How do I tell her that the pack her alpha, and step-brother, wants to become allies with, killed her mate two years ago? You don't.

"An accident," I tell her, technically, it isn't a full lie.

She says nothing in response and, again, I allow the silence to consume the atmosphere.

"Thanks for talking to me, I'm gonna head back to my pack now," she stands and I furrow my brow, wondering why she even came here, "Elijah is here talking to Killian and I came with."

"It's one fifty-six a.m," I say in confusion.

"Alphas spend hours talking about pack related business," she smiles gently before waving goodbye and leaving.

I sit there for a while before releasing a breath and turning to grab my cookies but they were gone. Automatically I knew Bryn took them and if it was any other situation, I would be pissed that someone took my food, but this time I let it slide.

I would still be shady about it though.

Kay, so this was maybe boring but this was a necessary chapter to include for future reference so I hope you enjoyed it either way.

~xoxo, Babybird.