Neo

I was walking on Cloud 9 as I walked into my mother’s apartment in the Pack House. I was convinced that nothing could bring me down, but as usual I was mistaken. As soon as I kicked off my shoes and they clattered against the wall, my twin sisters--Lucilla and Lilah were in my line of vision, they were sixteen and boy crazy so naturally, they spotted my newly formed mating mark on my neck. Nate had been ever so generous after he woke up and licked it until it was fully healed. It didn’t hurt, and the silvery lettering of Nate’s initials shimmered like moonlight against my skin, the letters were abstract in nature and formed together to create a crescent moon shape.

“OH MY GOD! You had sex!”

“Shut up! Mom will hear you.”

“You’re the Alpha with a mate…and you’re eighteen.”

“I’m also gay and killed our father.”

The twins exchanged a look and pouted, but thankfully dropped the subject, until Lilah who was born without a filter blurted out,

“Were you the top or bottom?”

I sputtered, trying to figure out how to answer that very personal question when Lucilla smacked Lilah upside the head,

“Moon Goddess! Lilah you can’t just ask our brother that!”

“Well?” Lilah asked, ignoring her twin.

“I’m not answering that. It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Was he good?”

“LILAH!” Lucilla and I both exclaimed, 

“What? I’m curious. I’ve seen him sparring, I imagine that translates well to the bedroom.” Lilah said, shrugging her shoulders.

Well, it did…but she didn’t need to know about Nate’s prowess in the bedroom. Lucilla stared at her twin in exasperation, I needed a subject change…anything would do,

“Girls, where did you go?”

Anything but interacting with my mother. She’d been ignoring me since she came out of her catatonic state, and I wasn’t sure whether it was because she hated me, or because she didn’t have anything to say to me. I was almost missing her yelling at me to get out of bed in the morning…now I relied on Nate to either call me to wake me, or I just crashed with him. His mom loved me, and she loved him. I wished my mother was like that. Unconditional with her love…but she wasn’t and she never would be. She was after-all the soul mate of a monster.

“Oh…Noah.”

“Hey mom.”

“Has the renovation on the Alpha Suite been completed yet?”

“Another week they said.”

“Very well.”

“Mom…do you hate me?”

It was better for me to know, so I could learn to accept that my mother hated me. To her credit, she did stop and pause, she managed to look almost guilty I had even had to ask such a question and then she whispered,

“Yes…because if I don’t hate you, then I’m admitting I allowed that monster to mistreat this pack for over twenty years.”

She didn’t say anything more, simply turned around and disappeared into a room. Sighing deeply, I side-stepped my flabbergasted sisters and entered my bedroom, I gathered up what I wanted…which wasn’t much. Just my clothes, some books, and some notes Nate passed to me in class. At least I knew someone loved me.

“Where are you going?” Lucilla asked,

“Yeah, your apartment isn’t ready yet.” Lilah chimed in,

“Going to Nate’s. Csilla already said I was more than welcome to crash there.”

“You’re on a first name basis with his mom?”

“Don’t be jealous. I hope she makes chicken parm tonight.” I mused.

“Are you leaving because of what mom said?” Lilah whispered,

“She obviously doesn’t want me anymore Li, it's better this way.”

My sisters engulfed me in a hug, and I took comfort in knowing my baby sisters loved me despite everything. It was during this hug that I felt a surge of anger that wasn’t my own. I released my sisters instantly and ran out the door. I ran towards the last place I saw Nate, but ran into Ness instead. She had tears in her eyes and she was clutching a manila envelope in her hands; and she looked relieved to see me,

“What happened? Where’s Nate, why is he so angry?”

“Me. I showed him this.”

She handed me the envelope and I opened it, inside were transcripts about the transfer, medical records on Beckham, and an official pack investigation into the death of Samson Hammonds, Beckham was the main suspect in the murder of Sam--not a rogue which was what Nate believed. 

“I don’t understand…”

“Alpha Jefferson wanted Nate to be aware of how dangerous Beckham is…and Nate doesn’t believe us. He has blinders on when it comes to Beckham and I’m worried that Beckham will use that against him at the Summit.”

“Where did he go?”

“Towards the woods, Vincent has eyes on him…but he’s not as fast as Nate.”

“I’ll find him.” I handed her the envelope, “Put this in my office…I’ll look at it more closely once I know he’s safe.”

I ran out of the Pack House and ran towards the woods. There were many entrances into the wooded areas surrounding the Pack, but the one directly behind the Pack House was the most likely point of entry. I shifted in seconds and let Deaton take over. His senses were sharper, and he could find our mate faster than I could alone.

We found him lying in his wolf form by Lake Luna; he was just staring at his reflection in the water, he hadn’t even noticed my approach. Nate shifted to his human form just as I was about to drop down beside Dixon. I shifted as well, and I saw how sad he was.

“Babe, what happened?” 

He didn’t answer me at first, just continued to stare out towards the opposite bank of the lake; he finally turned his golden gaze to me, he sighed deeply before taking my hand;

“My sister gave me some troubling information about my friends…I’m having a hard time believing any of it.”

“Why would they lie…what could they possibly benefit from that?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to think about Sam or Beckham. I don’t want to dwell on the past.”

“Then, let’s just proceed with caution when it comes to Beckham. We take everything he says with a grain of salt, you don’t meet up with him alone…we’ll take precautions. Just in case.”

“I wish I could remember everything that happened that day.”

“I’m glad you don’t; you already have night terrors because of it.”

“I woke up, and his eyes were still open. They were so full of life just hours before that. He was the first boy to tell me he loved me--and then he died.”

“Well, I love you and I’m not going to die for many years.”

“That’s very reassuring.” Nate smiled, and rested his head against my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer.

We stayed like that for the remainder of the sunset; and then Nate pulled my head towards him and crushed his lips to mine. I was startled at first, but was quick to reciprocate. His tongue felt like silk in mine, it teased and danced with mine, he was challenging me.

 I growled, warning him that he needed to submit…but he continued his teasing. I took control and pinned him to the soft sandy beach of the lake, his arms above his head; a position reminiscent of last night,

“What did I say about challenging me?”

“Do it?”

I growled again, rolling my hips into his; only to be reminded that we were both completely naked. I quickly regained my composure,

“What do you want?”

“You.” Nate mewled, fighting against his restraints.

“Not here…we don’t have supplies.”

“Don’t care, need you. Please?”

I kissed him deeply, pinning him to the ground with my hips. He pushed up against me, seeking friction and I readily gave it to him. The feel of his skin against mine was something I couldn’t hope to put into words.

I finally reached where I wanted to go, and I had to let go of Nate’s hands to do what I had planned. I had never done something like this, but Nate said he needed me, and I didn’t have the supplies to deliver that to him safely, but hopefully this would be the next best thing. I grasped him in my hand, making him suck his bottom lip into his mouth, to prevent crying out. We may be alone here at the shore, but there were still plenty of patrol wolves with supernatural hearing running around.

“Try to stay quiet, okay?”

Nate nodded his head, and bit his hand. I took him into my mouth without another word. The feeling of something so long and girthy was very foreign…but I experimented with the sensation with my tongue, and after finding a rhythm and depth that was comfortable, and pleasureable for Nate, I began my sweet torture. Nate was quiet for the most part, I could still hear his soft cries of pleasure, but he wasn’t screaming which would save us from mortification later on. I felt his free hand grab my hair, but he didn’t push; it was more like he wanted reassurance that this was real.

“I’m close, Neo…”

I heard his warning, but chose to ignore it. I continued my pace until I felt him swell…I slowed, licking him like a lollipop and then he exploded, he cried out his release and I swallowed it down. It was salty, and a bit sweet…which made me laugh silently. Just like he was.

I released him with a satisfying ‘pop’ before I kissed him deeply, hungrily. I stopped the kiss before we got heated again, Nate’s whine was adorable though.

“Better?”

“Uh-huh.”

“We should get back, yeah?”

“Okay.”

I shifted into my wolf once more and patiently waited for Nate to regain his senses so he could shift as well. When he finally did, he was still wobbly on his feet and he reminded me of a newborn deer. I ran off into the woods the direction I came, I could hear Nate behind me so I ran faster. Let’s see who was really the fastest.

Challenge accepted. 

I heard Nate’s voice in my head as he zoomed past me. A blur of tan and black…I spurred Deaton onward…I’d never had so much fun. Neither one of us kept the lead for very long, we ended up in a tie outside of Nate’s backdoor. Shifting, we tugged on sweats before laughing. This is what Nate needed after finding out all that shit about Beckham and Sam. Just a few minutes of being a normal gay werewolf who just found his mate.