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

Exchange

The intrigue kills me for one hour and thirty-five minutes while we finish eating what we ordered. And even though I enjoy Baxter's company and enjoy being here, I want to leave as soon as possible to find out what that plan is about.

But Grayson changes the subject three times every time he opens his mouth and forgets what he's saying in less than five minutes. That makes me anxious.

I don't trust him, I don’t think that he can even remember his own plan. And I want to know.

The moment Baxter gives me a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye and starts walking home, I turn to Gray. This was a long 860 seconds from Candy Lane to here.

"Tell me."

"Easy, don't be so anxious," Gray laughs, backing out of the unfamiliar garage he accidentally pulled into, "I'll tell you when we get home, just to teach you a lesson. You must learn how to wait."

"I've been waiting for 111 minutes and counting. I want to know."

"It won't be so hard to wait another eleven minutes until we get home, then," he turns to wink at me but before he can finish doing so, the car starts to slowly stop and blow smoke out of the hood, "Oh, fück. Not again, goddamn it! Fücking cünt!"

Grayson says every curse known to man as he banks down a dark and lonely street. It's raining, but he goes out anyway as if it doesn't bother him at all. I was going to stay here waiting for him, but I spot an umbrella at my feet and decide to go block the rain for him while he fixes his car.

Maybe I know absolutely nothing about engines or cars in general (I'm being modest, I actually know quite a bit about the history of cars and their performance in different terrains, environments and climates) anyway, I don't know how to fix engines, but I know that hitting one with an iron pipe isn't the right way to do it.

"Everything okay?" I ask when I get to his side, pulling the umbrella closer until it covers him as well.

"No, this crap is acting up again," he complains, knocking on the engine once more with the pipe, "Get back in the car, Mid. This is going to take me a good while."

"It's going to take you more than a good while if all you do is bang the engine, that's not very efficient."

"It's been efficient for years. Knocking the engine gets it to start again," he shrugs and gives me a rather wild look, "Don't judge me."

"I can't help it. Usually men are good at this sort of thing, aren't they? Alphas must be even better. I'm not generalizing or anything, but... you know... I was just mentioning something that's... general knowledg..." I try to continue with my reasoning but Grayson keeps giving me a heavy look that expresses how much my words aren't sitting well with him and it's starting to make me feel weird, my head wants to go down, "I’m sorry."

"How was I supposed to learn that, like the other alphas? My brother is even more useless than me at this kind of stuff and our dad is nothing besides some money once a month, the coffee shop he bought Bastian and this piece of shït he gave me," he kicks the car hard which moves it a little and I stop myself from walking away from it because the rain is getting heavier and I don't want Gray to get even wetter, "Do you have any idea how much this car could be worth if it was fixed up? A lot. A fücking lot. But I can't even get it to start for more than twenty miles at a time."

"I'm sorry I said that, I didn't think it through," I mutter, regretful. Obviously my comment caused Grayson some heavy internal conflict. And external too.

I push the umbrella into his hand for him to grab and lean over to give a look at the engine.

"Come on, there's no need for you to do that. Let's go back to the car," Grayson says, putting a wet hand on my arm to pull me, but I refuse because all you need in life is to know how to observe and analyze a little.

Gray said that knocking the engine is what makes it start again, so there must be something in there that needs specific fixing.

If only he had gotten his face a little closer, paid some attention and noticed the way one of the pieces on top is misaligned, maybe he wouldn't have needed to beat his engine with a pipe for years and damage it so badly.

"What are you doing?" Gray asks and walks over to me to see what I'm doing over my shoulder. Accidentally (or maybe on purpose) one of Gray's hands rests on my raised butt, "This is sexy."

"I'm trying to fix this thing that's coming out in a way that doesn't look normal. You've dented this exact spot quite a bit so I think it's what need some..." my mouth closes when I realize Gray isn't listening to what I'm saying and instead starts to run his free hand down my back and then down my legs.

"I hadn't realized how pale your skin is, Angel," he murmurs softly and I feel his hand on my thigh, just below my äss. My heart starts beating very fast, my mind wanders away from what I'm doing altogether and I squeeze my eyes shut to keep from feeling the overload of things that are coming at me.

"Me and the sun aren't very friendly," I mutter, not moving my body. Gray's hand is now cupping my buttock and something starts to burn my stomach in a nice way, but then his body sticks closer to mine and I tremble with.... Disgust? No, it's not disgust. I wouldn't like to call it fear either, but I pull away, whatever the reason may be, and Grayson just stands there.

"I'm getting tired of apologizing to you every five minutes," he mutters, biting his lip, "I seriously don't mean to make you feel bad all the time, I'm just really good at making people uncomfortable."

"And I'm getting tired of telling you not to worry. Just let it be, it's not you," I assure, and Gray rolls his eyes so hard he pulls his head back to contribute to his dramatization, "Anyway, I guess if that little iron thing was what you were hitting... maybe it's done now."

Gray doesn't answer anything, just walks beside me until he opens my door, leaving me the umbrella and then circles the car quickly until he can get in on his side.

Honestly, I'm quite surprised when the car starts and is able to drive without any trouble to our building. Grayson can’t shut up about it.

In my father's apartment all the blinds are down, the lights are off and there is soft music playing in the background. When we turn to the couch we realize why. Lion is underneath a woman who is kissing him wildly, her hair is blonde and she has a very nice body. Gray lets out an immature little giggle as they turn to us, startled.

The blonde isn't wearing a shirt so her pretty bra is in full view.

"Hi, I'm Midnight," I blurt out nervously as the woman stares at me with a bit of confusion, "Lost and found daughter of Lion."

The woman's eyes widen so much I'm worried they'll pop out at any moment. Lion covers his face with his hands and grunts. When he raises his head he gives me a look so full of anger that I feel I can do nothing but press myself against Gray for some protection.

"You have a daughter?!" She asks, in an angry whisper and looking at nothing specific. She's not even trying to cover herself and her breasts are distracting me, "Whose?"

"Miriam. That's my mother's name, but she's dead," I inform her, and her mouth drops open in horror.

"I think you should stop saying that so lightly, Mid. People don't take it very well," Gray mutters and puts his heavy hands on my shoulders to move me. Lion still doesn't uncover his face completely, "Anyway, we're going to leave to let you discuss this in private."

"Go home, Gray and wait there. We'll go to dinner in a little while and..."

"Nah, I'd rather stay with Mid," he interrupts Lion and pushes me further to move quickly until we reach my room. Gray closes the door hand locks it, "That is Gracie. Your number one stepmom. You've already met number two, now all that's left is number three, the crazy cat lady."

"Is she ugly or something?"

"No, just very peculiar and the fact that she's quiet and still all the time makes me anxious like you have no idea," he says, speaking fast and letting out a little more accent than usual. That's cute, "But let's ignore that, we have something to discuss. Come and sit next to me."

Gray sits on my bed and pats the mattress next to him looking at me in a somewhat psychotic way, but I do as he says anyway and sit next to him.

"You're finally going to tell me your plan?"

"Exactly, it's time you hear this," he settles a little so he's facing me and clears his throat, "You're a very beautiful omega, Midnight, did you know that?"

"I know it now," I reply, honestly. And Gray smiles, nodding his head as if pleased.

"Besides being beautiful, you smell delicious and the clothes you wear are... revealing and tiny," he continues, taking the opportunity to lower his gaze to my exposed thighs. I mentally thank Angie for gifting me with all the clothes that were too small for her, "All the alphas stare at you when you get to Beast Maker. And I've heard around that omegas can take that attention to their advantage and get stuff, but I think it makes them feel bad so I won't tell you to do it because-"

"Why would it make me feel bad? "I ask, unable to contain my smile at the pleasure his words bring me. I straighten my back, "I understand what you're saying and I would love to be a femme fatale or whatever, but I'm all bark and no bite."

"I know. That's where I come in," he smirks. His face is completely healthy now and I find him more and more handsome, especially at this moment when his light eyes are shining so brightly, "I concluded that your fear of male interaction is because you have no experience."