Gregory

That bitch!

When I was found by the warriors after they killed my abuser, I was not in a good place.

Not like I am in much better shape now, but at least no one has touched me without my consent anymore.

See, I was kidnapped at a very young age. I don't know by whom or for what purpose. I just remember having been "taken care of" by this weird couple that I mistook for my parents.

They weren't.

I suffered at their hands. Besides physical and psychological abuse, something happened whenever she was away from home.

Besides the inappropriate touching, eventually, that man graduated to more intense physical things. That went on for years.

Until one day she caught us both in the act and blamed ME for it. That was a beating I've never forgotten.

But it was never the same after that. And eventually, she left us. I mean, she left me alone with him. That's when I really "replaced" her if you catch my drift.

There are no words to describe the repulse I feel at the memory of that man touching and doing other things to me, especially at a time when I didn't even know what he was doing. All I knew was that it hurt like hell.

I still have some scars from that period, not to mention the psychological trauma. I was robbed of my innocence.

When I first shifted into a wolf, he got scared for some reason, even though he was a werewolf too.

That part at least I already knew since he'd always come and go as a wolf. Imagine my surprise as a child being approached by a giant life threatening animal. More trauma for me.

But at least he stopped touching me then.

Not long after my first shift, we started traveling around. He drove for miles.

Finally, on that fateful day, he had it in him to take me for a run. Said a young werewolf needed to learn to be one with nature. I guess we must've wandered off too far because he was intercepted by the pack warriors.

They tried to turn him away first, they must've scented me and didn't want to 'break up the family'. But he thought he could take them. Big mistake. It didn't take more than one to kill him. And patrols are always made up of 3 wolves. You know, back up. Not that they need much.

They found me soon after and brought me here, I was bathed and my wounds were treated. They clothed me and I was delivered to the city authorities.

I was a very angry child. I cursed, I bit, I scratched. No one could deal with me and my severe anger issues.

Of course, I saw a therapist. Still do.

But I was angry. At my "parents" mostly for treating me that way. It took years for me to learn that wasn't normal family behavior.

Years for me to learn that his touching was (very) inappropriate. Years to cope with the abuse, to not see everyone as a possible abuser.

I learned that the Alpha had volunteered to foster me while the police looked for my "real" parents. Of course, back then I didn't know they weren't my actual parents either.

In short, I was a very confused boy.

I lashed out a lot. I don't know why Alpha Huntington never hit me like my "mother" did. I've certainly given her plenty of reasons for her to do it.

But she took it. Even when her mate wanted to give me back to Child Protective Services, she never let him. She was as stubborn as I was rebellious.

After a while, Alpha Rosalyn put me in warrior training to work off my aggression. Then I learned what a beating really was. But at least, I learned how to fight back. Which I did, fast.

I still don't know who my parents are. Or my last name, for that matter. But at least I'm safe. I formed bonds and friendships.

It wasn't easy at all. Like I said: anger issues.

But I prevailed. Actually, SHE prevailed.

She has always treated me like a son. Even though I gave her every reason to treat me as a rogue.

She got me tutorship. I went to school. She made sure I was taken care of in every way.

She was the first mom I've ever had. Not that I've ever dared to call her that. But she certainly deserves the title. Now I have a room, meals, and a safe place to stay. I never had to worry about someone coming into my room. In fact, no one ever came.

Until Felix that is. But he only came to talk. And that's a completely different story.

We became close, he treated me as well as he did any of his siblings. Even introduced me to Micah, who I had already met the day I first came into the compound, but was not very nice to.

But he forgave me for that. We all became friends. It was great.

Now we are all going back to school in just one week for our senior year. I mean, aside from the twins, Nate and Carol, who are going to be juniors.

After we returned home from the run, we ate lunch and played video games. It was a good Sunday.

We stayed up till late inside his room talking. We talked about the most different subjects. Of course, we couldn't escape the mate thing.

"Have you got any idea of who it could be?" - I asked Felix, curiously. We're lying on his bed together eating junk food.

"No, I don't have a single clue. I mean, it's not like I had much experience with boys so far." - He replied, sheepishly.

"Aren't there any boys you like? Or at least ogle in the locker room?" - I snickered.

"I'm not brave enough to ogle anyone in the locker room. I don't need the trouble, thank you very much." - He rebuked, annoyed at the insinuation.

"But no, there isn't. I don't like anyone except for..."- He trailed off, but I knew who he was talking about.

"I know, but I don't think so. Not really." - I told him with conviction while I stared at him with a serious expression.

"Seriously? Are you that sure?! You know we can't know for sure, right? Not yet, at least!" - He insisted.

"Yes, allegedly." - I joked.

"But it's rarely who we think it is. So no. Not a clue."- He stated, puzzled.

"Anyway, it's too soon for that. There's time." - I spoke dismissively.

"Well, kind of. But I don't want to talk about it anymore. It's torture!" - He looked down in a sad realization.

"I understand. I'm sorry. Let's..." - I tried to change the subject.

"Let's..." - He cuts me off, looking at me suggestively.

I see his lustful look at me and I melt. I wish I could resist his puppy dog eyes more.

Soon enough, we're kissing passionately.

He kisses my mouth and my neck, then he takes off my shirt. And trails off my body from the neck down with kisses.

The whole thing happens very fast.

After he reaches my navel he goes back up, kissing, licking. It's very pleasurable.

I kissed him back when he returned to my lips.

He climbs on top of me and continues kissing me. My lips, neck, my chest.

He goes down and down. He even kisses my ribs on the side.

While all this happened, his hands were on the bed, supporting his upper body over mine.

When he was kissing the area where my belly button is, he suddenly grabbed my ass over my pants and I kicked him off the bed faster than we both could realize it, instinctively.

He winced loudly from the fall. He places his right hand on his aching back. I could see the pain all over his face.

"I'm so sorry!" - I cried out, reaching my hands to pick him back up.

"It's my fault, really. I knew I was not supposed to grab you there. And I went for it anyway. Stupid me!" - He blamed himself, still in pain, climbing back on the bed.

"I'm sorry I can't let..."

"Listen, Greg, you have nothing to be sorry about. I mean it! I know what you went through, okay? I should have known better!" - He told me, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Okay. I'll go to my room now." - I said as I moved to get up from the bed.

"No!" - He yelled and pulled me back down by my arm.

I tumbled back onto his bed.

"I refuse to accept that I can't be with you and respect your boundaries. I do. Stay here. We can just cuddle. It's not a problem for me." - He insisted, adamantly.

"Okay, I'm good with it if you are too." - I told him, relaxing back on the bed.

"I am, don't worry. I apologize for my inappropriate touching. I didn't mean it like that, I swear." - He said with an apologetic look. - "I wasn't trying to..."

"I know you weren't, relax! I trust you. It was a reflex." - I explained, regretfully.

"And the right one. I'm glad you put me in my place. I just wish it didn't hurt this bad." - He snickered, still wincing from the nasty fall.

"Poor Alpha. Come here and I'll kiss it better." - I told him, jokingly.

"I'll take it." - He said and took off his shirt to expose his back, which was a little bruised from the fall. Can't fault me for having strong legs. I had a lot of anger issues to work off and have been inside a gym for the last 4 years.

I kissed him all over his upper body. I would gladly do so, regardless. We had a good time before sleeping just kissing each other. It was nice. I could see his "physiology" through his pants, not that I'd allow to see it up close and personal, but I did feel it a little.

We fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day, I rushed out of there so no one would catch us together. Not that anything happened, but I was just embarrassed by the possibility.

By breakfast, everything was normal and I had already scrubbed his scent off of me in the shower.

"Are you boys up to something good today, or is it just the run with your father?" - Alpha asked while we ate. The food here is delicious.

"I am going to Micah's house while you run. See if he wants to do something." - I replied over some chocolate milk and pancakes.

"What?! You're not coming along?" - Felix asked, surprised by my absence.

"It's a father and son run. I ran plenty yesterday. I'm good." - I told him in a sincere tone.

"Greg, you're more than welcome to come along." - Luna John told me after a poignant look from Alpha Rosalyn.

"Thanks, Luna. I appreciate it. But I'm good, really. You three should go. A bond between father and son shouldn't be neglected. I mean, at least I don't think so." - I said in an uncomfortable tone.

"Suit yourself. But like I said, you're more than welcome to come." - He insisted. Alpha Rosalyn was giving me a pity look but I resisted. She didn't want to make me feel like an outcast, and I very much loved her for it.

"I do appreciate it. But I'm good. Like I said, I ran plenty yesterday. I'm good to just chill today." - I reiterated in a good mood.

Not long after that, they went for a run and I went to Micah's house as I had said. He was talking to his family but they swore I wasn't intruding.

We talked for a bit, then walked inside the compound. It was nice until he shocked me.

"So... How is your relationship with Felix?"

I was gobsmacked. I looked at him in shock.

Did Felix tell him about us? How could he possibly know about this?

A|N: I guess the secret is out.

Poor Greg. 

Love,

Léo.