The boys hands landed roughly on my shoulders and pushed me down.
“There’s no way you’re the Alphas only son! You’re too small!” Beau sneered
What the…
I feel my eyes water.
Why in the goddess’ name am I stuck in this dream again?
“Aw, is the little omega crying now?” Beau mocked.
I shook my head and tried to blink back my little fourteen year old tears.
What is going on??
“The omega is crying! Aw, how cute.” Beau sneered.
“Hey! What do you think you guys are doing?” I hear Kyles voice from behind me.
It’s Kyle. Appearing just on cue…
Why am I reliving this nightmare?
Beau looked up at Kyle, and his face drained of color. He still tried to put up a strong front though.
“Showing this little omega his actual place in the pack.” He crosses his arms.
Kyle now stood protectively in front of my figure that was sprawled on the ground.
“His actual place is with his family, the Luna and Alpha. Now you little dick better run before I hurt you, way more than you hurt Liam. And before I tell his parents.” He growled.
My actual place? I’m not sure if my actual place anymore. I’m so confused.
Beau’s false front failed.
Kyle took a threatening step forward, and beau turned around and ran quickly into the pack house.
Kyle gave a satisfied huff, and held out his hand.
I rolled my eyes and didn’t take his hand. I stood up on my own and dusted off the dirt on the back of my pants. “I could’ve handled that on my own. I didn’t need your help.”
Kyle just rolled his eyes. “He was about to beat you to a pulp. You stood no chance.”
“Excuse me? I can fight just as much as he can.” I scrunched up my nose.
Kyle placed his hands on his hips. “No you can’t.”
“Yes I can.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes. I. Can.” I growl.
God, was Kyle always this much of a stubborn prick?
Kyle just raises an eyebrow, before breaking out into a huge grin.
“I thought best friends are supposed to believe in you, and help you up after you get knocked down.” I shake my head.
Kyle snorts. “Best friends laugh when you get knocked down and give you the harsh reality.”
Best friends don’t fucking leave you in the dirt, though.
“Hey, follow me. I have a place to show you.” He changes the subject, and turns around to bolt into the forest.
I smile and run after him, barely being able to keep up.
I find myself running after him again. How many times have I done this?
Too many.
Kyle stops at a small clearing with a little stream.
Him stopping didn’t register to me fast enough, and I full on run into his back.
We both fall with an “oomph” into the grass, barely missing getting wet in the stream.
Kyle laughs, and I get off of him, because it was super weird being on top of him. Just being on top of anyone in general is weird.
We continue to laugh for a while, until we eventually calm down.
I’m too busy studying clouds and their interesting shapes, to notice Kyle saying my name.
“Li.”
“Hm?”
“Liam?”
“What?” I get annoyed and turn my head to see him.
He’s looking at me very intensely. The mood quickly shifted to one I knew nothing of.
Suddenly, his face started to flicker.
What?
His face slowly was flickering and fading. It leaned in, and I screamed and pushed it back.Â
This figure was not Kyle.
This was more than a nightmare.
The face slowly flickered back from faded, to a concerned Kyle.
———
I shot up, gasping.
Cold sweat was beaded on my forehead, and I felt that my throat was sore.
I was in a bed. His scent registered after a few seconds, and I pushed the covers off of me. I jumped out of the bed and onto the cool rug that rested under the piece of furniture.
I find the closest walk through the dark, and sit down against it, my back to the wall. I wrapped my arms around the backs of my knees, and sat there.
I know I promised Malik that I would give Moretti a chance, but this was already too much.
All of this, was too much.
My eyes scrunch up when the bedroom door opens, and a figure I could not make out comes towards me.
I start to panic, but I’m so terrified I can not move. This figure reminded me of the one in my nightmare.
“Liam, are you ok?” Moretti asked, with, was that…concern? Possibly?
I blink, and sure enough, his face is clear. No longer faded.
He reaches out a hand, and I smack it away.
“Don’t touch me.” I growl, lowly.
He doesn’t look phased by my threat. In fact, it’s probably really adorable to him that an omega has the guts to say that to him.
“Are you ok?” He asks again, his tone now guarded and bored.
I put my head in my knees, and don’t respond.
I didn’t see him roll his eyes, and pick me up. I yelp, and he’s walking to the bathroom.
“Let me down right now!” I squirm.
He just looks straight ahead, and then I’m being set down on the kitchen counter.
The blinding lights make me hiss, and shut them.
Can’t we ever get a warning when people turn on lights after you’ve been in the dark for a while? Like honestly.
I felt something cool and wet on my cheek.
Was he really wiping my face with a cool washcloth?
I slap his hand away, and he just huffs.
“I’m not a four year old.” I narrow my eyes.
“I never said you were.” He brings his hand up to my face again, with the towel.
“Then how come you keep treating me like one?” I slap his hand away, again.
“Because you keep acting like one, unless you’re not asleep.” He says monotonously.
My jaw drops. Did he just-
I felt the towel on my face again, and I slap his hand away for the third time.
I meet his gaze, and he was giving no expression to his emotions right now.
“I’m going back to bed.” I suddenly make an executive decision, and hop off the bathroom counter.
I yelp again, as his arm wraps around my waist and he sits me back down to where I was.
“I’m trying to take care of you.” He puts his free hand on his hip.
“I don’t want you to take care of me.” I cross my arms.
I feel vessel whine. ‘Remember the deal.’
Moretti has made no move to respond. Maybe he could tell my wolf was talking to me.
We stare each other down for about a minute, until I finally give in and look away.
“Fine.” I pout.
I felt the cool washcloth on my face again, slowly cooling me down.
As much as I hate to admit, it really did feel nice.
Oh goddess, this mate bond is already tearing away at me.
I zone out into a completely different dimension of some sort, and I don’t feel him drying my face gently.
“Are you able to fall back asleep?” His deep voice snapped me out of it.
I was no longer tired. I didn’t want to go back to sleep after that.
I shake my head. “No.” I huffed. Wait, what time was it, and why is he not asleep.
“Do you need to sleep?” I ask slowly.
He just lifts an eyebrow. “I already did. It’s 5am. I wake up earlier to get things done.”
That’s gross.
“Are you hungry?” He asks me.
As if it was my stomachs cue, it rumbled.
I felt my face heat up. “No.” I whisper.
He just hums and lifts me off the counter. “Liar. I can make some pretty good French toast.”
“It’s too early to eat, honestly. I just need something like a midnight snack.” I follow him out hesitantly from his room.
“Then hot chocolate.” He decides.
“Coffee is better.” I retort.
“I’m better at making hot chocolate than coffee.” Moretti turns around to make sure I’m following.
“Fair point. Fine, but just this once.” I express.
I hear a very quiet breathe of a laugh.
Woah, he can laugh. Who knew he actually had emotions?
“You’re going love my hot cocoa, mio Tesoro.” He said something in Italian at the end, that I could not understand.
“What?” I ask curiously.
“Nothing.”
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