Chapter 9Mateo swallowed hard and pulled his feet up on the couch.
“I know you might have assumptions, based on whatever fiction you’ve come across,” he started quietly, trying to gather his thoughts while his heart beat faster than it had since that morning when he’d realized something was wrong at home. “It’s like that, and not.”
Wes reached over for his hand and then held it, running his thumb over Mateo’s knuckles. It was incredibly comforting, and he knew part of it was the need for validation a beta felt a lot of the time.
“I guess some part of me knew before I ever shifted,” he admitted, glancing at Wes before turning his attention to the pictures hanging on the wall. “I…I felt comfortable around you immediately. As if you were part of the pack, part of…me.”
“But what does that
