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

Every Way

Midnight draws her legs to her chest and hugs them.

“I liked the way it felt, but I'd rather you didn't do it again."

"Didn't we only talk a few hours ago about how much we wanted to touch each other? And that we had permission to do it?" I ask, with a raised eyebrow. Not to pressure her or something, I’m just confused.

"Wanting to and being able to are different things, aren't they? Like you said," she releases all the air stuck in her lungs, "The idea of touching you or letting you do whatever you want to me is turning me on. If you were to touch me right now you'd realize, I think I can feel how I'm getting wet..."

"So what's the problem?" I ask, putting a hand in my lap to control the situation that is beginning to blossom.

"The problem is that I've never touched anyone, I've never been around a man in a sëxual way and even though I want that so badly, for some reason I don't like how it feels," she answers quietly, looking sad all of a sudden, "Could you get out? I'll let you know when I finish this essay."

"Oh… I’m sorry, Mid, I really am," I whisper, feeling like crap. I'd like to get closer and hug her but I know that's not a good idea. The last thing I would ever want is to make someone feel this way when I know how fücking horrible it is, "I'm not an abuser or anything, I just really like you and I'm used to being that way with everyone, because they always know I’m mostly joking. It won't happen again."

"It's okay, it's not your fault I'm repressed and horny all the time," she mutters, with an angry tone. But I guess it's anger at herself, or at least I hope so, "Could you get out now?"

"Sure, if that's what you want. It seriously won't happen again," I promise, and as I walk out of her room I slap my forehead.

How can I even think of treating Mid like that? I know she's not normal, I know she's not like the other people I know, and besides, she's only been here a day and a half. It's not her fault that I get so comfortable with people so quickly.

Poor girl, god save her from me. Only then will I be able to control my impulses to jump on her.

Midnight

Just after I finish Grayson's essay and have written down everything relevant I know about Pythagoras, my new cell phone starts vibrating with messages from my father. They're all about how he’s starving. He says Gray wants pizza and he prefers Chinese food, he's asking me to choose between one of those two. I decide pizza because I've never tried it and everyone acts like it's the best thing in the universe.

Just knowing that I'm going to try pizza for the first time makes my spirits rise a little. Ever since Grayson caressed my leg and I felt like I was being raped, I'm kind of sad.

Maybe I'm never going to be able to be intimate with someone. And that's the worst news I've ever given myself in my entire life. And boy, have I given myself some bad news.

Anyway, I get out of bed and grab the computer before walking into the living room where they are already seated. I stretch the computer towards Gray and he gives me a look full of regret and guilt before mumbling 'thank you' and looking away.

Damn, that's not good, he's been the only man who's flirted with me and I've been able to keep breathing around him. I may not be ready for anything physical, but I liked our interactions just the way they were.

That's why I sit next to him, even though there's space to one side of Lion and a whole other couch alone.

"Pizza is on its way," Lion informs me, "I ordered a mushroom one for you. But it still has cheese on it."

"Thanks, that was thoughtful of you. And I want to try cheese anyway, I think it will be good even though it's theoretically gross."

"Yeah, it’s good. The best it's...” Grayson starts but then stays silent when his phone vibrates and all his attention is taken away from whatever he was about to say.

I stare at him as he reads whatever it is, because now his eye is not so swollen anymore and the colors of his bruises are fading. And the truth is, he is much more handsome than I thought he was.

He's not completely healed yet, but with that damaged face, buzz cut, his usual hoodie and liberal attitude he's turning out to be quite a character. One that I would usually be in love with by now.

"Lion, fück. Have you seen what they posted about me on that damn twitter account? It's bullshït. I would never be with Midnight behind your back.”

What Grayson says makes me blink several times because I don't fully understand what he's talking about, but I heard my name. Lion frowns deeply and reaches out his hand to grab the phone to find out what he's talking about.

"What...?" Lion says as he swipes his finger across the screen, not relaxing his face. Grayson and I stare at him for a while as he reads whatever Grayson showed him, "This is pure bullshït. I didn't take you seriously when you said you were being attacked, but I guess it's true… why do they hate you so much?"

"I don't know, man. I think it's someone from BM, someone who has something personal against me and doesn't hate me just because I'm new or bad."

"But why were you so close to her, anyway? Those pictures don't lie," he puts the phone down and gives Grayson an icy glare, "Midnight is a cute and very innocent omega and you're a horny vermin who can't find the time to lock his door when he has someone in his room because he has no respect for anything or anyone."

"It's not my fault you can't give me privacy for five damn minutes."

"I don't know Mid very well but she's my daughter and I'm not going to let her be with an alpha like you. She's adorable and wouldn't know what to do with you, so whether this is true or not, I'm not going to..."

"Midnight is sitting right here and she doesn't like to hear you talk about her like she's a little girl," I interrupt, "It's really nice that you care about me, Lionel, I really appreciate it and it makes me feel protected, but don't talk about me like I'm dumb."

I don't say anything about not being innocent because despite the perversions in my head, I am. Let's just remember how a few minutes ago I almost died because someone touched my leg.

"Besides, nothing happened between us besides a little flirting. Right, Gray?"

"Exactly, harmless flirting between family," Gray agrees, nodding, "And I'm not as bad as you think. I've only been with four people in my entire life and they've all been friends of mine, good people, clean and full of love. Delicious, warm..."

"Shut the fück up, man! God, that's why I don't trust you, you're an ässhole. Keep your 'flirting' harmless, for my own sake," Lion demands, scowling.

I don't comment on it, Grayson looks like he's going to start laughing at him any second.