The Beta Wants Me

Chapter Six

"For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad, For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt, I wish love was perfect as love itself, I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden, I  grew a flower that can't be bloomed in a dream that can't come true."

                                               -BTS

                                            (Fake Love)

THIRD PERSON

[August 26th 2020]

Fight, Flight or Fright.

In a situation like this, it was natural for Elliot's first reaction to mix flight and fright into one. Elliot was the kind of person who was easy to hang out with but he usually concealed a lot about himself and kept away from people who were bigger than he was.

Exactly five feet, four inches in height, it was easy to find numerous males and females alike who were taller than Elliot as most werewolves, after the maturity stage which was age seventeen to eighteen, ranged from 5'6 for females and 6'1 for males. It was also natural for a maturing werewolf to have a grown wolf that stood tall, of course Alpha, Beta and gamma wolves were bigger among the rest.

To Elliot's misfortune, he turned seventeen only a month ago and he was still smaller than the other wolves his age. He hoped he'd grow, magically become a big wolf and serve as a warrior Wolf but he didn't get any bigger and it was a huge punch to the gut. It didn't help that people from his former pack teased him about being short in his human form and weak in his wolf form. Elliot had no luck at all.

The small boy felt like he was destined to always be the ugly ducking amongst beautiful swans and had this expectation to never find his mate, or Atleast, when he did expected for them to reject him severely. That was his worst fear; rejection.

When Elijah uttered the words, 'mate,' his brain filled to the brim with pessimistic thoughts that he couldn't help but who wouldn't?

Elijah was an alpha wolf that was extremely tall in height, his build was impressive and he was gorgeous. It would shock Elliot to the end if someone as blessed by the moon goddess as Elijah was, accepted someone who wasn't as lucky. He didn't even care that Elijah was male because Elliot didn't believe in sexuality.

He cared about how different Elijah was to him and it sucks to say but Elliot felt like nothing in comparison to Elijah. It was depressing that someone as innocent, naive but relaxed could have such heart crushing thoughts, but Elliot couldn't help it.

Elliot allowed his feet to carry him whichever way through the pack house without really paying attention. He was running, his feet moving almost on their own, but he was too consumed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the danger that lie ahead until it was too late.

He tripped over a water bottle that just happened to be chilling on the floor and he tumbled forward, the clear and obvious shock apparent on his face. He landed on someone, the person underneath him releasing a cry out in pain.

Elliot quickly picked himself up, worry evident on his face as he looked down at the six-year-child who he had accidentally injured due to his carelessness. The small boy was clutching his arm that scrapped harshly against the floor, leaving redness on his arm.

"I'm so sorry," Elliot immediately apologized.

The boy was glaring at Elliot as he clutched his arm that had a bruise developing slowly but would go away in one weeks time like it was never there to begin with due to a werewolves ability. Just another thing Elliot was incapable of. He took longer to heal than even a six year old child.

"Dad! This boy hurt me!" The boy called out wildly and Elliot's eyes shot wide open.

Elliot instantly went on his knees, slapping his hand over the boys mouth.

"I said I was sorry," hissed Elliot who was trying to keep the boys yelling to a minimum.

The six year old glared but his yells stopped and Elliot watched him for a moment before he removed his hands.

"Keep your sorry," the boy childishly stuck his tongue out and he began to yell for his father.

Elliot didn't have much time to convince the small boy to keep quiet or apologize for that matter because the next thing he heard were footsteps and when Elliot looked up, with his hands over the boys mouth, he saw a big man. Elliot was frantic as his instant assumption was that this man was indeed the boys father as they shared the same slanted brown eyes and nose structure.

The gruff man glared roughly towards Elliot causing the seventeen year old to slowly remove his hands from his son. The boy bolted off the ground and to his fathers side, clutching his arm and looking up at his father.

"This boy hurt me," the boy told his father while showing his bruised arm.

Elliot quickly stood up, scrambling backwards as he looked at the father who became enraged and advanced towards Elliot.

"I'm really s-sorry," Elliot apologizes with his voice cracking due to fear and dreaded puberty, "i-it was an a-accident."

The man catches Elliot as he's moments from bolting away. The man clutches the collar of Elliot's t-shirt that he 'borrowed' from Chris, and raises Elliot off the floor. Invading Elliot's space, the built man is in his face and glaring harshly.

"My fist messing up your face is going to be an accident," the man snarled.

Elliot gulped.

"Please don't," whimpered Elliot as his eyes close to brace the incoming pain.

But it never comes.

When it's too silent without anything to come, Elliot's eyes flutter back open and he takes in the scene of the man's fist that was inches away from knocking him out, in the hands of the man who he had run away from; his mate, Elijah.

Elliot looks at Elijah with almost wide eyes and a heart that's beating loudly. Elijah is glaring, more intimidatingly and far more hate-filled towards the man who eyes Elijah as he tries to pry his fist out of Elijah's hands.

Elijah was the angriest he's ever been as he witnessed some man try to lay a f*****g finger on his mate. His stomach stirred, his wolf growling like he wanted to tare off the head of the man and shred him to pieces. The fear that Elijah saw plague Elliot's face had his heart screwing in all sorts of directions and that fear was very much similar to the fear shown on Elliot's face as he ran from Elijah which ripped Elijah's heart in half. He didn't want to see Elliot like that, ever.

The amount of joy that coursed through Elijah when he saw Elliot and instantly knew he was his mate was the best feeling in the world. In that moment when Elijah had caught Elliot's eyes, his wolf howled loudly in excitement and Elijah instantly began to conjure up things he'd do with Elliot. He pictured himself protecting Elliot who was obviously an omega and giving the smaller boy all the love in the world because that's what Elliot deserved; genuine love.

He also thought of all the things he'd do to Elliot's body that would have the boy shaking with breathlessness and pleading for Elijah to take him in all the ways he wanted.

The moment, however, that Elliot ran away from Elijah with that obvious fear and resistance, Elijah felt his heart ripping in two. His wolf was whining, wanting to take Elliot into his arms and never letting him go. Elijah wasn't the type to be discouraged so he pushed away the extreme hurt that consumed him and he chased after his mate, hoping maybe to go through a subtle and more calm way about it because he assumed he'd scared Elliot off with his naturally intimidating exterior.

Elijah crushes the man's fist in his hold causing the man to release Elliot instantly and have the girliest cries escape the man's mouth.

Elliot clumsily stumbles backwards after being released and his eyes are glued onto Elijah as he stays glaring at the man.

"Don't ever," Elijah crushed the man's fist tighter and the man hisses in pain, "try to lay a hand on my mate again."

The man nods vigorously and Elijah released his fist. The man instantly cradles his hand to his side, grabs his son and begins to quickly walk away. Strings of curse words left the man's mouth and Elliot watched as the little six year old turned around and scowled, raising up his middle finger towards Elliot.

Elliot narrowed his eyes, muttering, "brat."

Elijah startles Elliot when he stands in front of the small boy and cups his face in his hands. Elijah examines Elliot instantly, his eyes shooting from Elliot's face to his now wrinkled collar.

"Are you okay? I wasn't too late, was I?" Elijah asks quickly, now looking into Elliot's eyes.

Elliot felt like he was casted under a spell as he held Elijah's eyes. There was evident warmness that was crawling up Elliot's neck, his heart beat was erratic and he felt like all the words left him entirely. Why did Elijah have to be so hot? Why did he have to be so strong, the very definition of masculine, caring and gentle? Why!

Elliot felt like this was all too good to be true. Here Elijah was showing Elliot enormous amounts of care like a mate should and staring at Elliot like he was was Elijah's world and Elliot just couldn't handle it.

'I'm just an omega,' was what Elliot said inside sadly, 'you're obviously an Alpha, just reject me already.'

Elijah's face hardened all of a sudden and Elliot was surprised.

'Did he—did he hear me?!' Elliot thought in shock.

"Don't ever say that," Elijah said with his voice turning low and angry and Elliot gulped, "you are more than just a f*****g omega, you are my mate and I would never reject you no matter what. You are mine as I am yours."

"We haven't even exchanged names," Elliot uttered out meekly.

"Promise to never run away from me again," Elijah ignored Elliot's comment, "that s**t hurt so much."

Elliot's eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm sorry," Elliot said.

Elijah shook his head, pulling Elliot into a gentle hug. Elijah wanted to litter kisses all over Elliot but he decided maybe it'd be best to go slow with Elliot and have him gradually come to accept him. There was obviously self disapproval and self hate imbedded into Elliot and Elijah observed this and decided that before he'd get Elliot to love him, he'd get him to love himself more because you can't love others without loving yourself.

Because self love is the best love.

"Promise me," repeated Elijah as he pulled away from the hug and decided on allowing his hands to lay at Elliot's waist.

Elliot was hesitant because he didn't want to break this kind of promise and he wasn't even sure he'd be able to fulfill it. Looking at Elijah he didn't want to ever run away from him but there was always this gnawing constant voice nagging in Elliot's head that he wasn't good enough.

Sighing and laying his hands on Elijah's shoulders, Elliot looks up at Elijah.

"I promise," Elliot said, his voice wavering.

Elijah smiles.

Elliot smiles guilty as Elijah failed to notice that Elliot had pulled his hands off his shoulder and put his hands behind his back.

And crossed his fingers.

Oof is all I can say.

~xoxo, Babybird.