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

Candy Lane

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The next day when I see Grayson at Beast Maker I can feel everyone watching us as he walks straight to my office to greet me like he doesn't notice the eyes on us or like he just doesn't care.

I, on the other hand, look into his eyes with concern, hoping I don't feel what I read in the books: that animalistic need to be close to him, to want him more than anyone else, to feel like he's my whole world and that my wolf would rather die than be without him.

None of that happens, thank god. I don’t think I’m ready to want to spend the rest of my life with just one man. I want a lot of those, and then maybe I’ll chose my favorite one to keep forever.

"Hey, Mid," he greets me nonchalantly. And he stays here chatting with me without showing any sign that I mentioned before.

That's a good thing. My wolf had a moment of mental farts, that's all. I think she’s confused because she’s never been around alphas, but that can be quickly fixed once I finally find the guts to go up to them and proposition them.

So I can quietly move on without a problem.

Or at least I hope so. I read about wolves being extremely stubborn in who they like. Apparently, when they are interested in someone, they are ‘in love’ for life. There’s no going back. But I’m not a normal wolf, am I? I hope I can somehow fool the system.

For a full week I manage to live like a normal person who is trying to survive around wolves. I don't have any panic attacks, my wolf doesn't lose her mind calling Grayson ‘ours’ again and I manage to create a little routine that makes me feel good.

I spend all morning at BM, I have lunch with Angie, I get back to the house with Lion in the afternoon and spend some time alone before we go out to dinner together with Bastian and Grayson.

Today, I return to the house with Gray and Lion after we close the gym. Angie and Bastian are already here so it would seem like it would be another nice day, except my cell phone rings with a Twitter notification.

Redboxinggloves has finally accepted me, after I proved that it really is me.

I start reading their tweets immediately and realize it's worse than I expected. There are a lot more tweets about me than I imagined.

And the comments are the worst. They are all mean people make fun of the fact that I am a "half-wolf". They make fun of my too thin and too long body, my legs, they say that my boobs are big because I have nothing on my brain and that no one talks to me besides Grayson and Baxter because I’m weird, just like them.

Knowing that there are over five thousand people who agree with those horrible things they say about me makes me feel desperate, makes me feel inadequate and foolish, like maybe coming here was a mistake.

At least when I was home with my grandmother no one besides her insulted me.

And as if I need anything else to make me feel bad about myself, thinking about that makes me have another panic attack that makes me collapse in the middle of the living room.

"Are you better now?" asks Grayson once I'm awake, rubbing my back as I lie on the couch. Lionel has been yelling since he found out why my panic attack started and Bastian comes to me with a cup of tea. As cute and sweet as ever.

"I'm fine," I lie, taking a small sip of the tea, but I can't help but sound, smell and look sad, so of course no one believes me.

"I'm going to ask everyone who's running that stupid account or if they know who it is and when I find out, I'll deal with..."

"Please, Lion, don't do that," I beg, "It's going to be worse. I'm supposed to be a mature person and I can deal with that kind of thing on my own. I'm sorry, I should be stronger. They say worse things about Grayson and he doesn't get like this."

"But I've been called names since the day I was born, Mid. You haven’t," he takes a sharp intake of breath, "Just ignore all that, yeah? That's the nice thing about your bullies being online, you can just turn off your cell phone and ignore them."

I nod my head, but I'm still sad.

"Come with me, Angel. I'll take you to a place you'll love," Grayson blurts out with intent to cheer me up, "It's called Candy Lane and I'll buy you all the candy you want."

His offer immediately makes me smile and Bastian laughs at me. I leave the empty cup on the coffee table and walk to the mirror to fix my hair.

It's shorter now and I can't stop touching and feeling it all the time. Angie tried to dye it, but I'm not ready for that, maybe later. At the moment I'm happy with how it looks at shoulder length.

I started to wear a little bit of makeup. Very little, just to highlight my lips and eyelashes, so I apply a bit of gloss to my lips and call it a day and go eat candy until I feel better.