Lycanthropy

“Multiple reasons?” I asked him, when we were secluded in Aron’s bedroom.

I had asked him to grant us some privacy, and he was kindly enough to supply us with such.

“Yes, but let’s discuss the most important reason first.”

“No I’m done with that. I don’t like it that you betrayed me, and that you went behind my back. But we have been through plenty of shit together and have created a bond that can’t be broken, so don’t worry about it. For now.” I said while winking, giving him notice to make him pay for it later.

“Oh wait, you thought that I needed to apologise? No, I wanted you to do that, for almost choking me on that wall.” He said with a sarcastic tone to it.

I knocked his shoulder, and he acted as If I hurt him badly. We laughed for a moment, and gave each other a hug.

“I knew you couldn’t kill me.” He said, while we were still hung up in the hug.

Upon that remark I used a lot of my strength to push his ribs together, and I heard him gasp and beg for me to stop. I should, before I break his ribs, or maybe I should just snap one… Naah he is too soft for that.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave me.” I said after he regained the colour in his face again.

“Well I’m not!” He coughed once and smiled after.

“Are you going to tell me the other reason that I had to talk to you now?” I asked him.

“Yes, but it will be hard for me to do.” He sighed and sat himself on the wooden chest, that stood at the end of the bed.

He took some deep breathes, and asked me if I remembered what the lousy Delta at the ball had said, all those months ago, about his mate.

“Uhm, about her not being interested in you, but instead in him?” I asked him.

“Do you recall him actually saying the words ‘her’ or ‘she’?”

I was thinking hard, trying to dig in my memory if he had used those words. He can’t really expect me to relive those memories over and over again right? How could I have remembered what he had said specifically?

“That’s not the point, stupid! He is gay!” Dakota shouted, cheerfully.

“What? How did you keep that a secret, for all those years? We even had sex!” I now shouted towards Terrence, as realisation had sunken in.

That’s why I was feeling so comfortable with him! I never had the urge to be romantically towards him, and I could always talk to him about anything. Our touches were sincerely just touches, and never more than that. Only now I was thinking that I have never seen him with another woman. Not a man either, because he was careful, but he never showed any interest in the female body.

“Well that was because we were forced to, and I enjoy your company, so that’s the only reason I was able to get it up.” He said while pointing at his groin. “But besides me keeping it a secret, I would have told you, if you had asked. Which is something you never did.” He said, almost condemning me for being a bad friend.

“You know I never ask anyone how they are doing, or wanting them to talk about their past. I don’t care, I only care what they do, when I’m a part of their decisions. And whenever you made your life’s decisions, where I was included in, I truly know that I can trust you with my life. Besides, it’s your story to tell, not mine.” I clearly explained.

“Yes, you are right. I know you are the narcissistic, egocentric bitch, you have always been.” He said with a totally serious face.

“Yes, well as long as you are the antisocial motherfucker which you present to be now, I keep being that self-absorbed bitch.” I said, mimicking his facial expressions, right back at him.

We stared at each other for a moment and burst out laughing. I didn’t care that he was gay, I don’t judge people by who they fuck, people should just be happy and live their lives.

“There is one more thing though.” He said.

“Yes, you’re with Berrant as he is gay too, he has lied about having a mate, and you want to ask my permission to stay here with him. Am I warm?” I stated.

“Hmm, not as stupid as I thought you were.”

“Watch it girl!” I scolded Dakota.

Terrence his expression is worth millions right now. His jaw had dropped, his pupils had become really tiny and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

As soon as he had made clear that he is gay, all the other pieces had fallen into place. Because if Berrant truly had a mate, he would have been talking about him or her all the time; And if he wasn’t gay when I was laying naked in his arms when I got shot in my shoulder, he should have been aroused, as his warriors did; And last but certainly not least, Terrence suddenly was having fun and pulling pranks, which he never did before. I had noticed his changes and his antics towards Berrant, and figured now they were chosen mates. Maybe not that instant, but eventually, they did.

Terrence blinked his eyes quickly and managed to take a breath.

“How? What… No? I mean, yes you are right.” He stammered.

“Except for one thing though, Berrant did have a mate before, but he died a few years ago.” Terrence said.

Well that is unfortunate for Berrant, I’m happy that he found Terrence now then.

But him leaving my pack, and joining this one, is making my plan just a tad more difficult. I wanted to talk to Amy about her keeping an eye out for my pack, and leaving Terrence in command there. But now that he doesn’t want that position, the next person in line is going to be my Gamma Timothy.

He has proven himself over the last few weeks, as he is good in organizing things and making the right decisions. But even though he is the next in line, he isn’t an Alpha, nor a Beta. He isn’t that strong and if I would have him take over the pack, he would’ve been knocked from that seat within days.

Besides, am I ready to leave my pack? Do I want to transfer it to someone else, only after a day of being here and finding another mate? I have always been reluctant to even want a mate, and had told myself that I would never leave my pack for a man.

But like I said before to Dakota, I’m confused to what Aron is doing to me.

“Dakota, could you please wait for me? I mean, to not show love, until I am ready?” I asked her.

“Yes, like you said to Aron before, we don’t want to make the same mistakes again.” She replied, and this was the first time that she didn’t use a witty remark or sarcasm in her voice.

“I still could…” She said and I growled at her.

Alright, second talk, my grandfather.