Misfit Mates {the half-wolf and her recessive alpha}

Bad Memories

"I don't care if I’m ruining the mood. If I leave, you won’t do anything and you’re just going to stare at each other like the losers you are," I express and move a little closer until I'm almost glued to Mid from behind. I put her hair gently on one shoulder to bare her long neck and start stroking it very slowly to make her feel calmer, careful not to be aggressive because if I am she's going to get up like a scared dog again, "For god's sake, Baxter. Do something. If I didn't know better I'd think you have no game at all."

I earn a smack on my arm from him but I'm getting used to physical abuse so I don't even feel it. Bax finally takes advantage of Mid being in a trance from my touch to put a hand on her face and move in to leave a chaste kiss on her lips.

Mid gives a little gasp when she feels it and turns to me with a big smile. My hand is still on her neck, and I don't want to move it. Her skin is so soft. It smells so good in here. And her pulse looks so delicious that I just want to bury my teeth there.

Do it, says my wolf, bite her.

Should I? It’s not like it would mark her or something.

"I did it!” Mid celebrates, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"That was nothing," I laugh in a low tone. Baxter makes a sound of affirmation at that and goes back to her to kiss her again, a little deeper this time.

I can feel Mid startle as he begins to move his lips. In an attempt to get her in the mood again, I lower my face and kiss that part I want to bite, where the neck and shoulder meet, making her shiver a little.

Mid's scent smells sweet and delicious, but her actual skin smells weird as fück, like something spicy and like flowers at the same time, as if she's put on a mixture of every possible scented product.

Without much thought, I lower my hand to her hip to hug her closer to me and open my mouth to taste her skin, drawing a noise of pleasure from her.

That makes me stop because this is not the time to do those things, not when Bax is here. And we've done basically everything together, from going to kindergarten to peeing in the same bush at the same time, but I wouldn't feel very comfortable with being with him and Mid at the same time. That’s too much, he just has to kiss her.

So, I just stand back and watch as they kiss.

A shiver runs down my back when I see the almost tender way they move their lips. It's not like I want to do it, but maybe I could try it sometime? Just to see if it's as good as everyone says it is.

Just not with an omega, of course. Or maybe… maybe it’ll be different with Midnight. She’s not a disgusting filthy omega, like the others. Maybe it’s her human blood.

The only time I've done something similar to a kiss after Harriet was with Gemma, but only because she's a beta, I like teasing her, and because sticking my tongue in her mouth and biting her lips awkwardly doesn't feel at all like giving a kiss.

And I know I could never do it for the purpose of... enjoy it or anything like that. I feel like kissing is the dirtiest thing anyone could ever do. Even licking a püssy doesn't seem as gross to me as that... licking a püssy it’s actually one of my favorite things and not gross at all, actually. But...the teeth, the tongue, the saliva, the romance that must be involved... it's demeaning and sickening and I hate even thinking about it.

When they finally part, Mid's eyes are droopy and her lips are redder than usual. She breaks away from Baxter and plops down on the bed beside me, covering her face and letting out giggles.

"Ask her if she liked it" Bax asks me and I stop myself from rolling my eyes at him for being so pathetic.

"Bax asks if you'd like to take this to the second level," I lie, placing a hand on Mid's exposed thigh. Baxter gets up to push me away and just then the door opens and Bastian walks in, causing Mid to immediately sit up wide-eyed, as if he's caught us doing something wrong.

Bastian opens his mouth to speak but then turns his head slightly and sees my artwork on the board.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asks, squinting at us.

"Nothing," Mid answers quickly and Bastian gives her a suspicious look.

"We were..."

"Actually, I don't even want to know," he hushes me, raising a hand to stop me from talking, "I need you both on the living room. We have two... surprise guests. Alicia and Harriet."

Perfect, thinking about her has brought her to my home. To my happy place.

Bax and I look at each other at the same time with the same disgusted expression. If I'm sure of anything in life, it's that I could go a thousand more years without seeing my mother. More than a thousand years. More than ten thousand.

And without seeing Baxter's mother, I could go much longer.

"I think you should stay here, Mid," Bastian murmurs toward her, but before I can even understand what's going on, I hear two women's voices in the hallway and then fingernails tapping on my door lightly. The sound makes my wolf growl inside my throat, but Bastian gives me a warning look to stop it.

"Hello, children," Alicia greets with a smile and, if I didn't know better, I'd think she was shy. Her hair is dark now and her skin more tanned than before, which makes her eyes look even bluer. And she looks much older than I remember.

"Don't come in. My room is rat free and I'd like it to stay that way," I mumble towards her, ignoring Bastian’s scowling. My mom lets out a laugh and takes a step inside, Harriet peeks in behind her, "I'm not fücking kidding. We’ll go out."

Bax is still sitting on the bed and refuses to make eye contact with his mom.

"Can we run away?" Bax asks me as the women and Bastian come out into the living room, "I don't want to be around her."

"Neither do I, trust me," I complain and take a sharp breath. My feet are starting to shake like they haven't in a long time, with the need to walk and walk and walk for hours, "But we have to. Bastian will kill me if I leave."

Bax gets up from the bed with difficulty and walks out, shoulders slumped.

"We'll be back in a moment, Mid. I have to go deal with my mother."

"Is Bax going to be okay? And you?" She asks with concern, "You smell... scared."

I’m not fücking scared of her anymore. She should be scared of what I could do if she tries to touch me.

"Bax is more sensitive than he lets on, I'm not sure if he's going to be okay or not," I reply with heaviness in my stomach, "But I'll be fine. I'll be back in a moment."

Harriet looks just like I remember her: gross. Her omega scent is still the same, too, overwhelmingly filthy, like she’s constantly in fücking heat.

Her hair is blonde and her eyes are green like Bax's. She could be a somewhat attractive omega, if she put on proper clothes and stopped acting like she’s still in her twenties.

"Don't even try to talk to him," I warn Harriet when I see her open her nasty snout towards my best friend, "or to me. In fact, I don't want to talk to you either, Alicia. What the hell are you doing here? I think we were clear when we said we didn't want you in our lives anymore.”

Alicia doesn't say anything, she just stares at me and crosses her arms, causing her breasts to rise and threaten to pop out of that almost non-existent little shirt she's wearing. I think I'm going to throw up.

Being around Mid has made me forget how much omegas gross me the fück out.

"Have you taken your meds today, Gravy?"

"I'm not sick! And don't call me that!" I get all worked up and Bastian moves to my side immediately to keep me in place, like I'm the violent type. He knows I just like to yell sometimes.

But he also knows that if I were to ever kill someone, it would be both of them.

"Hey, don't talk to me in that alpha tone, pup!” She scolds me and my brother pinches my arm to make me behave. Just for him, I take a deep breath.

"Sorry," I say through my teeth, rolling my eyes, “How did it go in the Caribbean, did you have fun? And how have you been, Harriet? Did you find a new child to terrorize?"

I know I was wrong to say that when she comes toward me raising her hand as if she wants to punch me in the face, as if I have any respect for her and will not lift my foot and kick her as hard as I can if she enters my personal space.

Please witness me laughing: ha ha ha.

That was a sarcastic laugh, by the way. I'm ready to kick the shït out of her if she touches me.

"Don't even think about it, Harriet," my mom stops her, much to my surprise. And then she turns to me, "Apologize, Grayson. You didn't have to bring something like that up after all this time."

"Just apologize," Bax signs to me. His cheekbones are red, "Just do it so we can go."

"I know..."

"You still don't want to talk? For God's sake, Baxter, you're not a kid anymore. Grow the hell up," Harriet interrupts me, looking at her son as if she has the same right as I do to complain about that, "Now that you've gotten rid of all the fat-"

Another thing, no one can mention Bax's fatness besides me.

"Enough!” Bastian explodes as I take a deep breath to tell Harriet where to shove her comments. His voice sounds full of alpha power and makes us all shut up, "I let you in just so you could say hello and you already did. We all know that none of you have the right to scold us or demand things. It's time for you to leave."

"You, too?" Alicia asks to Bastian with tears in her eyes. He was always her favorite, "I thought you understood."

"I do. But I don't care if you think you’ve changed," he says in a court voice. That’s why I love my brother, "Nothing is going to change the things you've done in the past or the way we think of you. We don't see you as mothers, we see you as..."

"We see you as a drug addict and a rapist," I finish for him, earning a tired sigh from Bastian, "You can leave now."

Both omegas look at each other and after a silent conversation, they nod and agree to leave. Just as Bastian walks with them to escort them out, Bax takes a big breath.

"Are you okay?" he asks me, his hands are shaking. I nod, asking him the same question "I guess so, but I have to go home to warn my dad that she's back."

"Okay," I hug him and Bax gives me a sad smile before leaving.

As I approach my room, I see the door closing and when I walk in, Midnight is sitting on the bed, breathing heavily. She starts playing with a loose strand of my comforter trying to pretend she's bored.

"Were you listening?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No!" she lies, horribly, but then relents, "Yeah… I heard everything."

"I don't like to talk about it,” I warn, because I know after hearing that she's likely to have a lot of questions. She agrees and smiles slightly.