This didn't make any sense. None of this. My best friend could not be my mate. A mate, to a werewolf, is supposed to be someone who is your other half, someone who fills your soul completely and in every possible way. It's someone you die with and for. It's someone you spend your mortal life with. It's someone you have feelings for and I'm not talking about friendly feelings who later on turn into something more. It's something you feel right away, just by the single touch or even by the way their voice sounds.
That's what my mother thought me. That's what every werewolf creature has yet to experience, if not already. I can't say I don't love Zach because I do. Besides my parents, he is the only person I love so much and there are no words in this whole world I can describe such feeling with. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Looking at Zach's dark eyes, which were even darker in this place without much light, I could see he was thinking the same thing. He didn't want this. Not only me but the whole mate thing. If there was anything he despised in his life, it's every single thing that was connected to him as a werewolf. I knew damn well that he did not want a mate, at least not now. He wanted to live a normal life. As a human, not a werewolf.
And it seems like I, the only person who could understand and support him, am also a person who took all of those dreams away.
I'm so, so stupid.
I waited for him to say something, anything really, but he was as shocked as I was. The moment I opened my mouth to say the first thing that could come to my mind, he cut me off with his words.
''Your room. Now.''
There was really no room for arguing, so instead of doing so, I followed his long steps as he made his way through the huge mass of people, who were dancing in my living room. Zach wasted no time, as he took two steps at the time, making my job harder because my legs were pretty short for someone my size.
Because of the safe caution, I kept my bedroom door locked so if anyone here wanted to get in, they couldn't. I simply didn't want anything broken or worse - have some of these people touching my personal stuff. You can never know what's on their minds at the time.
When Zach was sure I was the only one in my old bedroom, he slammed the door shut and locked it once again. I couldn't quite comprehend what was he thinking about or the way he was feeling, but I knew he wasn't happy with this sudden realization that hit both of us. At all.
He breathed heavily, as he sat on the top of my bed, where the both of us shared so many memories over the years. I will never forget every single one of our sleepovers. At our first sleepover (the one I remember, that is) my parents told us a tale about the rogues. It was the first time we heard about that term and the thought of the abandoned werewolves, that were violent and ready to kill in the matter of a few seconds, made Zach and I verbatim scared. So since that night, when we would end up laying down and be ready to sleep, he'd swing his long arm around me and bring me as close as possible, saying and I quote This way, no rogue will hurt you. And I slept better than ever.
Right now, I feel like all of that will become a dull memory of the two of us together.
''Why are you not talking?'' He whispered, but loud enough for me to hear him.
I made a few steps towards him, still keeping my distance, ''I-I don't know what to say.''
My childhood friend sighed, his head deeply burrowed in his palms, ''I can't believe this is happening.''
I can't either, I wanted to say but made no sound. Zach was... Zach was Zach and there wasn't anything I could do about it. He wasn't that kind of a guy who was really into some girl and even if he was, that didn't last long. So how can I expect something, anything from him? If I'm being realistic, and I am, he was the most handsome guy I've ever met. He can have any girl he wants. And if anyone gives him a chance to meet the real him, they'd wish they had met him sooner. Because Zach may seem like a jerk or a guy who doesn't give a shit about anything or anyone, but he's far more than just a guy who's only pretty from the outside. The fact that we've been friends for so long demolishes the chance of us being something more. It's like you're on one step with a person and years are passing by and all of a sudden, fate decides to push us on the completely new level. That's not how it goes.
''So... what now?'' I asked and gathered the courage to sit next to him. He didn't make any move to go away from me. Good.
''I have no fucking clue.'' He mutters, ''You... You're my best friend. How can you be my mate?!''
''I don't know, Zach. It wasn't my choice.''
We both knew that you can't change your mate with someone else, neither you can destroy the mate bond. It can only weaken, but weakening our bond meant weakening the bond Zach and I have been building for so long now. I didn't want that to happen.Iithink I wanted to try. I was willing to do anything if it meant I'm not losing him.
I'm not going to let myself lose the only person I love more than any of those people out there.
''Look at me,'' I said out loud. He perked up for a second like he was expecting my soothing words to come out and wait for them to solve all of our problems. This time, it wasn't like that and he knew that well.
Once our eyes looked at each other, we felt the bond, the mate-pull, the connection we've never felt before. Out inner wolves hungry for each other, for their soul mates, for their only ones. Except, we were exactly the one's who were stopping everything, when we wanted nothing more but to feel each other in the most magnificent way.
''This is killing me.'' He groaned, ''I feel like... like I want to kiss you. Really bad.''
My mind was telling me that it was wrong, that it is only going to ruin everything my friend and I had. But my heart was stronger and it wanted only one thing I've never expected to get. A kiss.
''Then kiss me.'' My voice was barely above the whisper and I could see hesitation hidden behind those dark eyes of his. But deep down, the pulling was killing him and he needed that kiss as much as I did.
Quickly, he pulled me towards him and just as I managed to shutter my eyes closed, our lips collided in one beautiful sync. His plump lips were surprisingly very tender, as they perfectly moved against my smaller ones. His right hand gently squeezed the side of my waist, whilst I let both of mines to tangle around his neck. I got lost in this moment, right then and there. My mind stopped working and my heart, getting what it wanted, was beating so fast I thought it'd explode. I felt things I've never felt before and never did it felt so good to kiss with any other guy.
I breathed his name out, as he gently laid me down on my soft mattress, while continuing with giving me those blissful kisses because they indeed made me happy. But... if this actually made me feel the way I probably shouldn't feel, does that mean I... like Zach?
What if the mate bond just made me realized I really liked my best friend?
The moment of pure bliss turned into the moment of sadness, as he pulled away from me, breathing heavily and uneven - just like me. I thought it might have been because he needed to catch a breath, but I stopped breathing right when he kissed me.
''I-I can't.'' He managed to say, ''This is wrong.''
What?
''Zach-''
''No...'' Like he was disgusted with himself or maybe even me, he stood up and moved his light brown hair away from his face, looking everywhere but me, ''Fuck.''
Inside of my chest appeared a very rare feeling of being hurt, really hurt. I tried to assure myself that he just doesn't know what to think right now, that he's going through some kind of shock, that eventually he will come around. But I needed him now. I needed my best friend. Or mate. I didn't even know how to call him anymore.
''Zach,'' I pleaded him. The tone of my voice was recognizable to him - whenever I needed him the most, he'd know it right away. What's most important, he was there. He didn't hesitate sitting down next to me and to pull me in one of those big hugs of his, as a reminder that I'm not alone in this.
It was different this time. I could see by the look on his face.
He was battling with himself, his own mix of emotions. With glassy eyes, he decided to give up and finally look me in the eyes and whisper, ''I'm sorry.''
Faster than the light, he was out of the room, slamming it behind himself. It felt like a slap to my face, as the realization slowly crept to me.
I was left alone.
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