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

On Their Own

This time Gray is not m**********g, he's just asleep. His nose is very red and he's shivering even though it's hot in here and he's completely covered. I ignore that and walk over to him, nudging him awake.

Or at least I try to.

"Grayson, for God's sake," I complain after I've been moving him for about five minutes and he gives no indication of waking up. I straddle him and start bouncing on him, which works after longer than expected.

"What's going on?" he asks when he wakes up with an exaggerated gasp. I'm still on top of him, "Mid? What are you doing here?"

"Look what I got," I smile and hold up the phone, "It's Gemma’s. She's a suspect, remember?"

"I don't think so, but I guess we can check it out," he yawns and takes the phone from me, "Well done, genius. It's locked."

"0645," I tell him and Gray looks at me for a second with a proud smile, "Make it quick. I want to know."

"Easy, all in good time," he murmurs and starts going through it, but I can't look at what he’s doing so I lie beside him to be part of the investigation.

Unfortunately, we don't find anything on twitter. Nor on any other social media, everything is very normal. Her photos have nothing out of the ordinary. She has a few photos of Gray's dïck, but that's about it.

We’re close to giving up but Gray opens her texts and besides realizing that she and Regina call me weird, ugly and a slüt and that she flirts relentlessly with a guy named Nestor, we find that she has been exchanging texts with a contact by the name of ‘RedB’.

"What do you know about Lionel's daughter? Where did she come from?” RedB asks her in the first message. The date is from the first day I went to BM.

"Only that she is 20, I think she’s a half human, half wolf. Gray and her became close friends."

"Can you get some pics of her?"

"My phone camera is no good, but maybe Regina can."

After that, RedB doesn't answer and a few days later Gemma texts first.

"I have something."

"Tell me, I hope it's interesting."

She tells him a tidbit that has nothing to do with us, but that I remember seeing on one of the few times I've logged in to read what Redboxinggloves says.

"Do you know anything about Midnight?" RedB asks her another day.

"Just that she walks around BM in the smallest clothes she has for all to see. Regina has pictures."

Great. Now I know who the culprit behind all those pictures of me is. I have to give her credit, though, because my body looks great in all of them.

"Midnight was the one who called the cops yesterday, security locked up Regina's brother because of her. She says she was saving someone, I think she's just jealous of me."

That's the last message that has to do with me. The others are about other people. When we finish reading them, Grayson saves RedB's number in his phone and looks at me with a smile.

"I underestimated you, Angel," he says, locks the phone and hands it to me, "You're more deviant than you look."

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” I quote, “I'm not stupid, I know Gemma is never going to be my friend, but she can be useful."

"Perfect, I love your attitude. Now we just need to find out whose number this is and we'll find the guy," Grayson says in a raspy voice and coughs a little before giving a deep yawn, "But we can do that later. It's time to go. Bye."

"Okay," I get out of bed and give him a long look, "You look completely horrible. You should drink ginger tea."

"I don't need anything, get out of here. I'm just going to sleep until it passes on its own. My wolf is a bïtch and just disappeared, but once he comes back he’ll help.”

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea. Except your fever will get worse and worse until you have hallucinations, seizures and internal bleeding. Your simple flu will turn into pneumonia and you're going to have to deal with that your whole life because you're ignorant and unwilling to look after yourself. Then your brain will shut down for its own safety and you'll be in a vegetable state forever."

Grayson blinks several times, obviously a little freaked out by what I said. Maybe I exaggerated a little bit but I'm not telling lies, all that could happen... if Grayson was a baby. A human baby, at that.

"I don't care, I've always wanted to hallucinate," he shrugs, lifting his chin stubbornly. Maybe if his nose wasn't so red and he wasn't so pale and shaking so much, that would sound better, but right now it's just pathetic.

"Good luck, then. To infer from your sorry state and how your wolf is not trying to be a part of this, that'll happen fast," I lie and smile as he swallows. I wave goodbye to him and walk back to my apartment.

Gemma is still completely asleep in the same position I left her in, looking harmless and beautiful. I return the phone to where it was and lie down next to her, draping an arm around her slender waist and hugging her.

The next day I realize that Lion wasn't kidding about my punishment and is still mad at me.

He won't let me go to BM and as a result, I stay alone in the apartment all day. I also can't go visit Gray because Bastian is there to take care of him and he is not someone who is on my side.

But if there's one thing I'm good at, it's being alone so I accept what's going on and spend all day reading and wasting time on the internet just like before. Except now I'm not in that stupid old house and my grandma isn't breathing down my damn neck all the time so I can walk around in my underwear and eat all the candy I can find.

The rest of the week is basically the same. I do nothing but hang around the house and go out on some errands with Angie. Lion is still mad, people are still talking about what I did and Gray is still sick.

"Come visit me." Gray orders in a text and I roll my eyes. Every day he asks me the same thing and every day I have to remind him that Lion won't let me. And yes, maybe I am too old to accept such a silly punishment but he is my father and I seriously want him to love me so I will do as he asks.

"Lion is out, he went with Bastian to the cafe. Come see me for a moment, I think I'm literally dying" he insists when I don't answer anything.

I let out a long sigh and agree to go, only for a few minutes. I don't bother to change clothes or put on shoes, I just get out in my little pajamas and head towards Gray's room.

He looks the same as the last time I came to see him, only his eyes are puffier, his nose redder and his skin even more pasty and gross than before. When I walk in, I stop breathing and head straight for the window to open it and let the air start circulating.

"Don't do that," Gray complains, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. His voice sounds hoarse and destroyed, "Mid, please... I'm so cold."

"I'm sorry but this isn’t healthy and I never get sick, I don't want to start now," I complain and take a big breath before walking over to him and putting a hand on his forehead, "You're about two degrees away from starting to hallucinate and now I'm not exaggerating."

"I know. As much as it pains me to admit this, I think you're right," he agrees and nods, covered up to his neck with a thick blanket, "Do you think you could give me some of that tea you mentioned?"

"I think you're beyond being cured by that, I'll tell Bastian to buy you some pills."

"No, nothing like that," he complains, "I hate medicine. You must know of some way to cure me without meds right? You know everything. At least some ritual to wake my wolf up! This is ridiculous.”

I think for a moment and then nod.

"Not a ritual, but yeah. I'll call Bastian to buy what I need."

"Yeah, okay. Just stay with me, I can't take this on my own anymore," he exaggerates.

Before that, I walk to the kitchen for a wet rag to put on his forehead.

When I call Bastian, he immediately agrees to go buy what I tell him and ignores Lion's whining, thanking me several times for going to check on Grayson.

"Why not just take meds, Gray? Why is that so hard?" I complain after watching him suffer pointlessly for a while, shaking my head as he shivers on the bed.

"I just don't want to. You wouldn't understand," he spits, eyes narrowed, "Just like you don't understand that I don't like kissing. You should read an encyclopedia about how to be more compassionate about a people’s traumas."

"Actually, I've read about that and it says that talking about it is basically the best thing someone can do to start overcoming their traumas and..."

"Well they're wrong, that doesn't help. It doesn't help at all. The only thing that helps is when you listen to that person and follow his orders and do whatever he wants."

"That doesn't make any sense at all. I think you're worse than I thought, "I murmur, starting to worry.

I get up from the bed and pull the blanket off him, making him groan and shiver even more, but I push it away so he can't cover himself up again and take his hand to pull his big dead body off the bed.

"Come on. You’re way to big yo be acting like this. You need to take a bath..."

"No!" He grumbles and pushes my hand away, "Just leave me alone. I'm weak and wolfless. Can't you see me? Give me a fücking break."

"Getting better is what will bring your wolf back from hiding. Don’t you want him back?"

"Not if I have to get out of my bed," he moans and groans, but I use all my strength to pull him up, surprising myself when I manage to move him, "Leave me alone!"

"Why are you so difficult?" I exclaim after struggling with him for about five minutes. It's impossible to deal with this man, maybe that's why Bastian was so grateful to me for coming to take care of him, "It’ll only be a few minutes. You'll feel better almost immediately after, I swear."

"I don't want to feel better, I want to lie there and die. My life is meaningless anyway."

I don't even think about it much, or feel bad about it, I just reach out and squeeze Gray's left nïpple as hard as I possibly can, drawing the highest scream I've ever heard from him.

"What's wrong with you!" he roars, covering his nïpple and shifting on the bed trying to soothe the pain. I wait for him to be still and do the same on the other nïpple, "Damn it, Midnight!"