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

Miss Know-it-all

Mid's hippy remedies cure me in three days.

When I wake up, my nose isn’t stuffed anymore, I'm not sweating and I don't feel like coughing. I throw myself on Mid and hug her, scaring her a little when I wake her up.

"You're the best computer-woman ever," I express, not letting go of her. My voice is hoarse, but my throat doesn't hurt so much anymore, "I owe you one. Not just one, I owe you a thousand. I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with and you took care of me for three whole days, not even my brother was capable of that."

"It wasn't that hard," she murmurs and pats me on the back, "The first favor I ask is that you get up off me. And make me something for breakfast."

"Anything for my Angel," I kiss her forehead and leap out of bed. I can finally move without wanting to die, this is too exciting, "But I don't know how to cook, go change and I'll take you out."

Mid accepts and leaves immediately. I make sure to go into my brother's room and climb onto his bed to start jumping up and down hard, making the wood squeak like I weigh two hundred kilos and Bastian's body moves all over the place.

"What's wrong with you?!" he groans, rubbing his eyes, "Gravy.... Stop it!"

I'm so happy, I don't even mind him calling me that.

"I'm healthy again, my wolf is back," I exclaim, still bouncing on the bed. I feel like I could do this for hours, "Aren't you happy?"

"Yes, but leave me alone. Calm down."

"I can't," I admit, but I force myself to stop anyway because I do have self-control, "I'll go for a run."

"It's cold outside, I don't think it's..."

"God, Grandma, nothing's going to happen. Oh, and you have to tell Grandma I'm fine. I called her the other day when I thought I was going to die, she was freaking out."

"Why do you have to make my life so fücking hard?" Bastian complains, covering his face, "Go for a run and don't come back until you've burned off all that energy. Let your wolf out for a while, too."

I do that, I go into the woods and let my wolf run for a little over an hour until I'm tired. Then I come back for a shower and go pick up Mid. Or at least, that was my plan until Lion intercepts me at the entrance to his apartment and tells me we have to go to a press conference.

"I promised Midnight I'd take her out to eat," I try to save myself.

"We'll go later. She has to be there too, we'll talk about her little heroic act," he rolls his eyes, "And your victory."

That convinces me. I've already talked too much about my failures and how bad I am, now I want everyone to know that I have some talent too, behind all my indiscipline.

Unfortunately, things are not going as I had hoped.

After discussing how good I am at this and how from now on I will win all my fights, they move on to the next topic, but the questions they ask Mid take ten years to be answered because she’s literally on the verge of a nervous breakdown and says a thousand things without answering the damn question.

Her finger is tapping the base of her microphone and that’s echoing all over the place. Lion is visibly annoyed by this and everyone notices, so they attack.

"You don't agree with what your daughter did?"

"Why didn't you ever mention her before, are you ashamed that she's not fully werewolf?"

"You're against good actions and helping your own clan?"

"One question at a time!" Lion snarls, now completely pissed off. Angie from the front row starts motioning for him to calm down. Bastian just watches him with his arms crossed and Baxter is laughing, "You, the bald one.”

"Why hadn't you ever mentioned you had a half-wolf daughter? Were you hiding her so as not to hurt your career?"

"He just met me three weeks ago. Before that he didn't know I existed," Mid answers before Lion and I can almost feel Lion's blood pressure spike as everyone gets up from their chairs and starts shouting questions towards her, "Uh... no, I'm not an imposter and we haven't done blood work because we don't need to. Anyone with working eyes can see how alike we look, plus our scents are definitely familiar."

The press starts asking questions again and Lion covers his microphone to tell Mid not to talk anymore, but she answers before she can hear him.

"My human mother is dead now. She overdosed on cocaine. And she wasn't underage, in fact, she was five years older than Lionel. She was 20 and he was 15, but from what I've..."

Lionel unplugs Midnight's microphone and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Poor Mid. So smart and so dumb at the same time.

"That'll be all for today," Lion growls and we start to get up, but someone yells.

"Was it rape, Lionel? Were you raped by a human? Did you report it to the authorities?"

I don't know if it's a sensitive subject for him or if he felt emasculated, but those questions make him lose his mind. His wolf takes over Lion to growl and pushes the table into the press, making everyone squeal and get up. Then he leaves and we can't do anything but follow him, with Angie, Bax and Bastian running after us.

"If I've learned anything in this life, Angel, it's that sometimes you have to shut your mouth," I whisper in her ear. Mid is motionless and shocked, "I don't want to scare you, but what you said is going to bring a lot of trouble to your daddy."

I know I'm scaring her and I know Lion and everyone else can hear me and I do feel a little bad for he but I also feel happy that, for the first time in a long time, I'm not the one who fücked up.

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To say this brunch is awkward would be an understatement.

It's the most uncomfortable situation I've been in for a long time. Luckily for me, I'm very used to this kind of situation so I'm just chilling and trying to enjoy this disgusting green juice Lion made me order.

"I just want to say one thing," Lion speaks for the first time since we arrived and we all looked up at him, "From this moment on you are not allowed to talk to anyone, Midnight, you can't say anything. You are thoughtless and w..."

"I was just answering the questions," she defends herself quietly and makes herself small in her seat, "I didn't think it was such a bad thing. The purpose of being there was to answer questions and you didn't give me a rulebook that said what I could and couldn't say."

"No, because I forgot that you don't have any sense at all," he spits out at her.

"Lion loves to blame everyone else but himself," Angie cuts in and her cheeks turn red as they always do when she's angry. Baxter and I just share a look because all this kind of drama is an everyday thing by now, "Mid didn't do anything wrong besides do exactly what you told her to do: answer questions."

"But why do you have to say stuff like that, Mid!!! Why can't you just realize how weird you sound?"

"Hey, hey, calm down," I butt in because I don't like how he's talking to her, ignoring the intense warning look Bastian gives me, "That thing you call 'weird' is just pure honesty, which is a virtue you don't know because you never say anything that isn't bullshït or lies. It's not Mid's fault that you expect us all to be just as shïtty as you."

"For God's sake, shut the fück up," he spits towards me at the same time Bastian mutters, 'stay out of this.'

"He's right," Angie backs me up, "Mid didn't think it was a bad thing, she was just responding."

Mid doesn't say anything, she just starts taking pieces off the bread she's holding and arranging it in rows of five to distract herself.

"I'll never open my mouth again if that's what you want," Mid promises and it's the first time I've ever seen her be and sound bitter.

"I beg you," Lion mumbles and finishes his water in one angry gulp, "If that's the way you've been all your life, I'm grateful I’ve only known you f..."

"I suggest you shut up, Lion," Bastian interrupts him before he says something worse, "We all know you didn't mean that. Apologize."

"I don't need an apology for an honest comment," Mid speaks as Lion catches his breath, interrupting his impending apology, "Especially when I'm regretting being here so much."

I turn to look at her with my mouth open and a heavy silence falls across the table. I can see the immediate regret on Lion's face and I'm glad he feels that. But I don't want Mid to leave, my heart is starting to pump like crazy at the mere thought that she might.

"I don't need this," she continues, taking a breath and holding up her hands, "I don't need to be living with a man who thinks I'm weird and wants me to lie and be different for his benefit. And I don't need to be in a place so different from everything I know, where people are so rude to me and call me ugly, weird, half-wolf, whöre and laugh at me all the time on the internet. I was miserable at home, but at least no one treated me badly."

She gets up after that in a rather delicate manner considering her state and walks to the bathroom. We are all silent.