Okay Usain Bolt, Cut It Out
Most pubescents experience their first time of carousing with their peers or for some daddy's girls, with their fathers, but I was none of the lot. I was homeschooled for the majority of my life, consequence, I didn't have any friends other than those pups who moved to the city with their parents.
I wasn't a social butterfly either so the only kid my age I found tolerable was the beta's son, Maximillian Kimberly Everett. Yes, I had my fair share of fun with his middle-name.
Both of us social pariahs hung out with each other mostly, making us best friends. But I think my brother was my actual best friend, as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. I enjoyed his company the most.
He was the complete opposite of me, he had this whole life despite being homeschooled like myself. He not only found people tolerable but was kind to each and all. He was some sort of messiah, now that I think about it.
He used to spoil me in his own brotherly way, not the gross- hugging me out of nowhere shit. He wanted me to experience everything, taking me to parties and everything, making me accustomed to being in public but then making up for the unnecessary social interactions from his pocket.
One night, I was sixteen at the time, he snuck various liquids into my room from under our overprotective parents' noses. He poured them into two-three glasses and then showed me tips and tricks on how to handle each and how much quantity is suitable. Turned out, I was not a lightweight.
And that brings us back to the night, I sat so very sober, probably capable of downing an entire bottle whilst Brooke had trouble keeping his eyes open.
The liquid in the broad glass swirled as he continued to move it, watching it calculatingly before his heated gaze flitted to me. "Tell me something", He demanded, his voice thick with intoxication.
"What?" I questioned boldly.
"Something you shouldn't", His dark eyes bored into mine yet not forcing me.
The answer came to me way too quick. The weight had been on my chest for quite sometime and I finally had an outlet. So I told him what I had not told anybody, because I feared that telling people would make it real.
"I am-" I sucked in a sharp breath before rephrasing what I was about to say, "Edan Creed is my mate." My voice held no bitterness, if anything it had humor. Irony is a cruel mistress indeed, I was bound to someone who had shed the blood of the people closest to me. Destined to love him, it was inevitable. But I was ready to fight it as long as I could, I'd rather die than be with someone who massacred my family.
He gazed at me as if I was a foreign object, out of this world. His eyes shone with dedication as he spoke, "I'll be with you every step of the way, even when it may not seem like it." Because he had issues of his own. "I care about you", He said before leaning in and kissing my cheek. It wasn't just supportive, it was a promise.
His gesture unknowingly warmed my heart but it felt wrong.
I shook my head to rid myself of the absurd treacherous feelings.
We finished our drinks in comfortable silence before returning to the living area where Sheila and Max had dosed off. Eve was still out and I didn't expect her to wake up anytime soon.
My attention was suddenly grabbed by Sheila's hand in Max's. I didn't know if he was holding it knowingly or not but it did reminded me of all the times he was concerned about her well being and how he didn't want to leave her behind.
I would be so happy if Sheila was his mate, I thought to myself before drifting off into peaceful abyss. I barely registered an arm coming around me and warmth engulfing me but I was too tired to react so I let it be. I didn't struggle to fall asleep this time, maybe because it wasn't dark and I wasn't alone anymore.
The next morning or afternoon, to say the least, was very awkward. The thought of something around me that I had shrugged off the other night, remember? Well the thing turned out to be an arm, belonging to Brooke Taylor.
I tried not to make a big deal of it, I mean there was a lack of space and he probably just did it absentmindedly. Thinking that, I kept my mouth shut and pretended it never happened.
"We need to find dad", Max said as we all finished breakfast, more like linner since it was past four in the afternoon when we all woke up. I mean, I didn't expect us to rise at five in the morning either, seeing as we went to sleep at the crack of dawn.
Max fixed us with some delicious pancakes because whether it's time for lunch or dinner, it is never too late for pancakes. After burping obnoxiously for a quite a few times he finally came down to business.
"We need someone on the inside to know where they have imprisoned him. I think he has a torture chamber or some shit." Brooke gave his input.
"You're not even a good tour guide", I shook my head disappointedly.
"Whoever has been taken by him, never saw the light of day again." Brooke informed us.
"My father is going to be an exception then", Max snapped.
"We'll take our chances", I backed him up.
The very next moment we heard movement in the living area and our head snapped in that direction. Seconds later, Evelynn came into view whilst rubbing her eyes. All of us rose from the dinning chairs and progressed towards the child.
"Max", I turned to him as Sheila picked up Eve, "You and I are gonna try and get one of Edan's meatheads to tell us about this torture chamber Brooke claims the bastard has", I instructed before turning to the remaining two, "You two, keep her safe, no matter what." I emphasized the last bit. "We need all the leverage we can get."
I walked towards the door before turning around, "Max?"
He looked between Sheila and Brooke with an indescribable emotion before releasing a sharp breath.
"Yeah, comin'." He jogged past me and out of the loft.
What was that about?
"Okay Usain Bolt, cut it out," I snapped falling into step with him on the sidewalk.
"Whatever do you mean?" He looked at me expectantly. Oh yeah, play pretend with someone who knows every single one of your facial expressions.
"You know exactly what I mean." I said pointedly. My eyes stray from his face to a small stand filled with a variety of flowers. I stop right in front of the stand, examining all beautiful flowers.
"No I don't, I am not psychic. Now, let's get going if you don't have something relevant to say." He bit back in annoyance.
My alpha ego fought to take over, wanting to make him submit to us, but I pushed it back in and continued being the persistent bestie. "What is it with you and Sheila? Do you like her or something?"
He gave me a look so flat that it would make flip flops look heeled. "Yeah, this ginormous pull I feel towards her like the fucking universe is pushing me her way could be, I suppose, classified as I like her."
"So, she is your mate." I smiled, not asking a question but making a statement. I ask the frail old lady for just a yellow tulip, not just because it signified friendship but also because Max and I had this tradition, whenever there was an occasion, either happy or sad, we'd give one of them to each other. To show each other that we're there.
He needed it, somebody just for himself, after everything in his life, she was something good he could hold onto.
"I don't know what you're talking about", He dismissed it shaking his head. Although I could see the corners of his mouth quirk in the slightest of smiles.
He had always been like that, never admitting whether he liked something or didn't, just pretended he was okay with it. When he didn't acknowledge something at all, it meant it was pretty damn special to him.
"So, you ever gonna tell her?" I questioned as we resumed walking on the empty sidewalk. I handed him the flower just as we turned into an empty street.
"No! I don't think it can work. I mean, she is a witch, I'm a werewolf, it could never-" Before he could finish the sentence, a body came to the ground with a thud.
If only I had a dollar for every time Edan's bitches showed up unexpectedly.
He took a swing at my nose and I stumbled back from the impact, facing difficulty in even opening my eyes. I groan and capture my nose between both my hands. I took a deep, preparing breath and then, in a swift motion fixed the broken bone making a loud crunching sound. I cringed at that.
I threw my fist in his face with clenched teeth. His blood was smeared on my fingers when I retrieved my hand, I smiled in satisfaction at that before keening him in the stomach.
Wow, you're getting sadistic
Not now, Amara
While I was busy fighting the burly man, Max prepared a syringe full of wolfsbane which he injected the man with. And just as expected, the burly man went out like a light, albeit Max shoved a little more wolfsbane down his throat too, you know for good measure.
Suddenly a strong scent invaded my senses and I whipped my head towards Max, trying not to seem panicked, "Get him to the loft and start questioning, I have other business to attend."
"May I ask, what business?" He questioned, like he always did.
"I don't need to tell you that, do what I asked you to." I used my alpha voice.
"Okay," He obliged bowing his head and began to drag the burly man away. "Just be careful with that boy," He turned around and made a face, "He's strange Mikky, gives me the heebie jeebies," He shuddered before walking away.
I smiled at his retreating figure before wiping my nose with my sleeve to get the blood off. I inhaled deeply before going off into the direction of Eddy dear.
This ought to be good, Amara remarked.