Happy Thoughts For Tonight

[GRANT]

"Be careful, alright?" Delbert said and Grant nodded before shutting the mind link between him and his packmates. 

He knew that this was risky, even for him. But what else could he do? He had sensed his own mate a few meters away, and the fact that it was the pack omega, Nour Abdallah, didn't sit right with Grant. 

He had always hoped that he would get a stronger mate, that he would be powerful and have someone to defend him. He didn't mind who came along, he just wished that he could have someone who at least had the same abilities as Alanor. 

Someone who would be able to think with him. 

The omega he had sensed was his second mate and goddess, Grant hated that with all of his being. He despised that idea and he hated that shit would always not work out for him. Maybe he was meant to be alone through and through, right?

'No. I can't deal with that right now,' Grant said to himself, as he looked at a hopeful Nour. He knew that what he was about to do would break the man's heart, but then it wasn't like there were so many options for them to be choosing form, right?

He didn't want an omega for a mate, and that was also why, instead of going to mate, Grant made his steps towards the pace where Alanor Wynter was. He would always consider AlanoR as his mate.

His only mate.

Grant looked at a worn-out Alanor. He looked so damn good, but he had the temper of a hundred Edisons. Alanor was uncontrollable and frankly, helping Alanor here was a gamble for Grant.

The man had rejected him before and had even punched him today. So what were the chances that Alanor would even listen to him? Fuck, it would be embarrassing if Alanor pushed him away, but Grant was not going to think of that.

'Positive vibes only, warrior,' Grant said as he looked at Alanor. Frankly, they both looked like shit, however, Alanor's brain was a messy maze on its own. He was full of regrets for doing the one thing he shouldn't have done.

He had hurt his mate.

Fuck.

Alanor didn't even have the strength to look at his mate without feeling stupid and cruel. He didn't mind being cruel to everyone and anyone, but when it came to Grant, he had to draw the line.

The man was his fucking erasthai for pit's sake and he was here hurting the same man?

What the hell was even wrong with him?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I would never hurt you like that, I'm sorry, please. Please forgive me," Alanor said, the words getting out of his mouth even shocking him. He had never even begged for shit in his life and here he was asking for fucking forgiveness?

Damn, Grant surely had to mean something to him and he didn't want to lose him, because the Alanor everyone knew, was cruel and had an ego the size of three midlands.

The young Wynter got up with his rejected mate and walked outside. He needed fresh air, and they both needed to have their chat.

After all, it was long overdue.

Maybe they would reconcile and come to terms with their reality before the clock struck midnight.

Maybe the night would be about them until the end, and they would always remain mates. There were so many speculations and Alanor was honestly scared of them all.

"I know. And stop walking like a drunk, we both know alcohol won't do shit to your fucking system," Grant bit out angrily.

He wasn't sure if he was mad at Alanor for drinking like an idiot, or for trying to take a jab at the prince of Udrad, who would probably cause them all so much trouble than it was worth.

"Ouch," Alanor said as he touched his heart earnestly that for a moment there, Grant was worried about him.

"Hey, you okay? What is it this time? I swear you will be the death of me tonight, fuck. Here, put your arm on my shoulder, that should make it easier for you to walk," Grant said before adding quietly, "please don't die on me, I love you."

It was more of a whisper, but Alanor's cursed hearing could hear him loud and clear. However, the young Wynter didn't say anything. Instead, he did what Grant said and they walked out of the party.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me, do I need to get a physician? Do I need to call Criselda? What should I do?" Grant asked as he ranted out. They were already outside and the moon was shining ever so brightly.

It was beautiful and it felt like this was the kind of peace they both needed, but then with the worry on Grant's face, it was a little too hard for Alanor to think of the night as good. He had made a mistake, and he needed to fix it, but how?

How the hell was Alanor supposed to make things right, when he knew that no matter what the moon chose for them tonight, he would make sure to not have a mate? What could he do to fix himself?

The only thing the young Wynter could wish for the goddess right now, was to make sure that Grant got a mate who truly loved and cared for him, because otherwise, Alanor would come for the man or woman, and he would make them pay, for every pain that Grant went through.

'What you should do? Maybe kiss me, that would heal both our hearts,' Alanor said to himself subconsciously.

As much as he was acting all macho and a big boy with Grant, he still wished he could mate lips with his mate, at least one more time before the moon officially broke them apart. He wanted to stay in Grant's arms till the night was over and even in the years to come.

He didn't want to go anywhere, but then that was against his plans for vengeance. He didn't want to put his mate in danger too, besides, he had a king to murder and a whole lycan race to teach a lesson on humanity and loyalty.

"Relax, I was kidding. But it's nice to know you care so much for me. Thank you," Alanor said and Grant smacked his head. The wolf couldn't believe his mate was this crazy. Didn't this big lycan know the implications of what they were already doing?

And he was even making him worry? Maybe he needed to smack Alanor a second time, and he did, without fear of being killed by the big bad beast of the midlands. Instead, he did it with a smile and a frown on his face.

"Owww, you have to be the meanest werewolf I have ever met," Alanor whined out, holding his heart instead of his head that had been smacked. 

Grant just looked at his mate, and wondered whether he would be this dramatic, if ever Alanor had accepted their mate bond. Would he have gotten the chance to see the big bad beast of the midlands smile genuinely at him, and be a baby around him? 

That would really be a sight worth cherishing. 

But that was just Grant's wishful thinking.