Branson Williams
Many, many wings later, and a couple movies it starts to get late. My siblings, mate and I have been watching Disney movies. I'm sharing a couch with Xan, who looks about ready to pass out.
He gets up first, announcing he's going to bed. I want to go to bed, but my wolf is being so fucking needy. He's going crazy, he wants to be close. But I am not going to make a move to get closer. It's getting close to midnight, when Layla mumbles to Noah.
"I'm tired, are you staying?" her voice is a whisper, and Noah nods in response. "Are you coming up, or finishing the movie?" she asks, pushing the blanket off her body.
"Finishing the movie" he says, and she nods before murmuring a goodnight to me and making her way up to bed. Noah and I don't talk, we watch the movie in silence. It's tension filled and slightly awkward. But we both stick it out, because we're both fucking stubborn.
When the movie ends, we go our separate ways to go to bed. I toss and turn all night, my wolf going stir crazy at how close our mate is, but not in bed with us. Someone needs to remind this asshole that we still hate that asshole. But Xan's words from earlier replay in my head.
You won't ever fully be happy if you don't give it a real chance.
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"Come on guys, again" Pops groans, watching some of the wolves stumble through the workout, some collapsing and others just miserably failing. Layla, Noah and I are on top form, of course.
"Alright, ten minutes, then we're going outside and running. Get it together" Pops snaps, and turns to his own water bottle drinking. My best friend, Dylan is panting and collapses to the floor.
"I don't know how you do it" he huffs, resting back on his elbows. "This is exhausting"
"I train a lot" I drop down next to him, our bodies almost brushing against each other.
"We should go for a run later tonight" he drinks from his water bottle, and I snatch it, taking some. I fucking forgot my water bottle again. He nudges my shoulder with his, shaking his head. "You gotta bring your own"
"I always forget" I go to take another sip, but the bottle is being snatched from my hand. My brows furrow, and it's tossed into the Dyl lap. A dark blue one gets shoved into my hand, and my eyes snap up to Noah's. He says nothing, and walks away.
What the fuck is dickhead's problem now?
"I think he's jealous," Dyl says, his voice a mere whisper as he sips from his drink.
"Not my problem" i murmur, sipping from the new bottle because im fucking thirsty.
"Anyways, run later?"
"Yeah, after dinner?" I ask, my eyes finding Noah's again. His eyes are narrowed and locked on the place where mine and Dylan's body meet. Slowly, I scoot over a tad, so we're no longer touching and I swear his eyes soften. They flick up to my own, and he doesn't say anything, but he gives a slight nod.
Satisfaction surges through me without permission. My checks are heating. After about five minutes, we're all going outside and shifting into our wolves. My wolf is all black, with random brown spots throughout it.
My eyes instantly snap to Noah, and his brown wolf. He has a huge white spot on his belly. His golden eyes lock on mine, and a growl emits from him. My wolf loves the attention, purring in response. Noah is tackling us before I can process, and nipping playfully at my neck, legs and chest.
My wolf pushes forward, purring and exposing our stomach. Noah's on top of me, trapping me to the floor when a loud warning growl comes deep from his chest. My head snaps over, seeing Dylan's black wolf hunkered down and showing submission. My mate lowers, getting ready to attack when Pops pops in between the two.
He is in his human form still, and he shakes his head at Noah. "Calm down, he doesn't want to fight Noah. He didn't do anything" a louder, deeper growl comes, and I feel a harder nip at my neck.
Some wolves are known to be more territorial, especially if their mate is unmarked. Dominant wolves tend to be a lot more territorial, and when their wolves take over it can be deadly. Sense Noah has the alpha gene, he's more dominant. Which is probably why the jealousy and growling is so extreme right now.
I never thought I'd be the reason for someone to act that way. It's hot but also scary. My wolf seems to think it's really hot, because he pushes forward nipping at Noah's neck.
"We will go, let him go Noah" he gives a slow nod, and Pops makes all the wolves take off for the clearing. Dylan hesitates, because if Noah isn't in control, and he runs? His wolf will take it poorly. And chase. Then attack.
Dylan slowly backs away, and Noah lets a low rumble from his chest. My wolf nips at him again, drawing his attention to me instead of Dylan. Then I hear Dylan take off.
"Cool down, then meet us at the clearing" Pop's voice is hard, and then he's stripping and shifting. Once we hear his footsteps soften, Noah switches completely. One second he's angry and growling, the next he's nipping and licking me. A lot. I feel like a cat being groomed. My wolf just purrs, returning the gesture whenever he can.
I guess we tend to forget that mates are everything to our wolves, and that this time is important. Although we hate each other, it doesn't mean our wolves do. And they need time together too. I wonder how it was for my dads?
'Shift' Noah's deep voice wraps around my mind, pushing through our bond and breaking into our link. Without hesitation, I shift. Then he does, and he's on top of me.
Naked.
"Get off me" I huff , pushing at his chest. His hands wrap around my wrists, pinning them above my head. His eyes are dark, a sign his wolf is on the surface.
"Who is that?" His voice is deep, rough.
"D-dylan" the stutter happens without intention. "He's been my best friend for like 8 years. You've met him like 10 times. At least" my voice hardens, and his body sinks into mine.
"Why are you guys so close?" This question makes my brows furrow.
"You're close with Layla, aren't you?"
"I'm not attracted to Layla"
"You were supposed to be mates" I snapped, and his eyes flicked between mine.
"I'm gay" he says after a moment.
"Well yeah, you are now. But before-"
"I've always been gay" he cuts me off, and my throat clenches. Always?
"Why didn't you tell me?" I snapped.
"Because all of us gays have to share it with each other?" he scuffs, finally releasing me, standing and slipping on gym shorts once he's on his feet. He throws me a pair, and I slip them on. "Not all of us have it easy" he snaps, as he starts pacing.
A rough laugh escapes me. "You think I had it easy, Noah?" pushing to my feet, I stalk over to him. "I was an openly gay kid, with two fuckings dads. I got made fun of by everyone. I got called names by everyone. Wolf, human, old friends ''I scoff, shaking my head "I kissed a boy at a party, and got called names for a week. A week straight Noah. So i didnt have it fucking easy"
"At least you could be yourself!" he practically roars, stepping into my space. "I had to fucking hide. I couldn't come out to my parents, because I'm expected to have an heir, and a Luna. And in case you didn't realize, I need a female for that. Not you!"
His voice is harsh, and it makes me flinch. My heart sinks for a moment, and my voice is quiet when I say, "I have two dads, Noah. My dad got pregnant. Three times. You were never expected to be with a woman. You put that on yourself." I take a step back. "Sense it's so obvious that you don't want me, then dont be with me" another step "I won't reject you, but it doesn't mean we have to be together"
You won't ever fully be happy if you don't give it a real chance.
Please please please say something-
"Okay" Noah nods, and my wolf cries in agony, but I just nod. Walking off, I head towards the pack house, as a piece of me breaks. And I don't know if I'll ever be able to fix it.
I didn't leave my bedroom for three days after that.
A/N
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