Kale-

It’s been quite a while since Lucca left. Long enough for my irritation at life and stupid fate to finally subside somewhat, to where I’m not having a tantrum like a toddler. God that was embarrassing. I bet Lucca left because he was more embarrassed than I am of myself right now.

“Speak of the devil” I mumble to myself, as Lucca walks into the room. I lean forward in the armchair and clasp my hands together. People and servants walk left and right among the other side of the door in the hallway as he closes it behind himself.

“So, about that drink-” I cut myself off when I notice how stupidly happy and in a daze he looks. He went to fuck someone instead. Lovely. But…this seems different than him finding some fling as is his usual.

He snaps out of it and his eyes zone in on mine. His mouth opens slightly but then closes and he lets out a huff. “I wasn’t aware I was a personal servant, my dude.”

“You did offer-”

He stares at me and his jaw sets. “I’m your beta, not your bitch, dude. You’ve been acting like a little shit since we got here. Reign it in, man.”

Fair.

“I- I’m trying, Lucca. Really. He’s just…”

“Your mate. A ‘cat’,” he says while making air-quotes, “I know. Get over it, dude. Most of us sometimes never find ours.”

I try to contain my growing irritation; residual feelings from earlier at the mention of him being a damn cat. Yeah, I found my mate. But a damn cat? I hate cats. And to top it off, I’m not even into guys so that’s just a whole other shitstorm can of worms that just got opened.

I take a deep shaky breath to try to keep calm. I really don’t want to get back into the feelings from earlier. He grows silent and flops back on his back, on the bed with a sigh and when I look over to him I say, “Well you look like a complete idiot, I assume you went and found someone earlier?”

“Nah man. Met someone nice though. You could say that I met my mate, too, dude. It’s Mate City up in here today.”

“No shit? I mean, that’s not surprising since there’s so many packs here, to be honest.”

“Yeah man. He’s cute as fuck. He’s perfect.” A he. Well that’s honestly nice, for him, considering he does prefer guys. Yes I know too much about his sex life. He is a god damn open book about everything and sometimes it can be annoyingly and grossly too much at times.

He sighs happily once more and I begin to feel like, maybe, I should leave the room, let him bask in these newfound ‘awesome feelings’ of finding his mate. Jealous, yeah. It’s justified though, I think. A bit unfair that he found himself a wolf and I got a cat dude.

A few more minutes of silence later he suddenly sits up with a huge grin, swipes up a copy-set of keys from the end table then turns toward me. “I’m going out of the city for a run, you comin?”

“Yeah I guess.” Maybe getting out of this shit house and shit city for a while would help my mood some before dinner, and the talks that will go down tomorrow.