Two mates: one heart

Chapter 6

Selena’s POV

It had been three days since I ran from my mom. Three days since I've successfully kept the cover of being a male in a male territory. Three days since I've had a roommate that doesn't really care about me.

Peter had eased up a little, but we still barely spoke. He was always having a sock on the door knob at night, and that part was beginning to piss me off. The room would really smell horrible after the act, but I never really bother myself with such problems.

I grabbed my phone immediately and I heard Peter leave the room and close the door, because I could finally call my one and only friend, Michelle.

The call rang, but she wasn't picking up. I was about to give up when she picked it up.

“Hey bitch.” She said in her usual happy tone.

“The absolute love of my f*****g life!” I squealed, throwing my legs up as I heard her voice.

“How badly have you missed me?” Michelle asked.

“Way too much.” I groaned and she chuckled.

“Just hang in there.” She said, “How badly has your life declined?”

“Pretty bad.” I said again. “At this point, I'm convinced that I can't do anything without you.”

“You'll be fine, baby girl.” She said and I gave a quick nod. “Your mom planted Microphones all over my room, and probably even hidden cameras, so I'm outside receiving this call.”

“Wait, what was her reaction when you gave her the paper?” I asked.

“She was dazed and infuriated. She looked impressed in fact, like she had underestimated you.” Michelle chuckled.

“I really wish I could have seen the look on her face.” I laughed.

“If my daughter f***s me over that bad, and then writes a ‘f**k you my first name’ note to me? I'm definitely going to be pissed.” Michelle giggled.

“And has she tried to touch you?”

“Girl, you know I'm untouchable. No one dares touch me.” Michelle giggled.

“So, tell me everything about the boys. And I mean every single thing, from the one with the nicest abs, to the one with the longest or fattest rod.” Michelle giggled.

We said literally every inappropriate thing, and we were laughing about every single thing. I might have forgotten that I was supposed to be a boy because I had my hands on my boobs.

I told her about Zion and how he had become my friend. I also told her everything about Peter, and his girlfriend Rose. We gossiped hard about Rose.

“You have to get Peter on your side as soon as possible, because he'd sooner rather than later discover that you're a female.” Michelle said. “And the next time he tries to give you hell, take the fight to him, and stand your ground. You're not some push over. You're Selena! The f*****g most powerful when she drops her fears and anxieties.”

“I feel so motivated right now.” I said and she chuckled.

“Erm… I'll work on speaking with the witch to see about the headaches.” Michelle said. “Also, be ready to smuggle me in. Maybe also put a sock on the door knob like Peter is doing.”

“Okay love, just text me. I'll make sure everything's good.” I said, smelling Peter close by.

“Bye.” Michelle said, ending the call.

Peter came in about two seconds after the call, and I summoned courage to get the conversation with him after all.

“Peter, can we talk?” I asked, standing over his bed as he sat down.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“The coldness with which you're treating me.” I hissed.

He shot a killer glance at me that'd have gotten me rattled if I hadn't just been motivated by my favorite person in the whole world.

“What do you mean coldness?” He snapped at me. “I literally never wanted a roommate, and yet, here you are. I never wanted anyone in my space, yet here you are. And I sure as hell don't want to be your friend. Can't you just accept it and leave?”

“No! Because none of this is my fault either, and you're just being a really cocky son of a b***h about it!” I snapped at him, and he came at me. I pushed my body so fast that it hit the wall, and his hand was right beside my neck.

Peter was growling like he had all the anger in the world, but there I was, looking at his jaw. The way his Adam's apple slid up and down his throat. The scent I had earlier of my mate grew stronger, and I couldn't hold it. I couldn’t stop what I was about to blurt out.

“If you dare f*****g…”

“MATE!!” I yelled, watching his red face add shock to the list of emotions he was already feeling at the moment.

This was a pretty life changing event for me. Would I have to tell him everything about what is true and what isn't? Would he even accept me if he finds out that I'm a female?

“You're f*****g gay?” Peter asked.

“No, but I'm bi. I kiss boys too.” I said, trying to be funny.

“Stay the hell away from me.” Peter snapped at me, walking out of the room immediately. The anger he carried, walking outside scared me.

I wasn't sure if he had found out about me being a female, or the idea of a man being his mate was still haunting him.

My head began aching again. My mother was already up to this dark magic nonsense that she's been doing. And it was beginning to affect me too much. I could barely concentrate, hitting everything I could hit.

Seconds rolled into minutes, and minutes rolled into hours, and I was in the room all day. Zion came to visit during lunch time, but he had to leave for a class.

I wasn't sure which was causing the headache anymore; was my mother going to keep punching a doll or whatever black magic she was using, or is this headache because my mate is a man that doesn't want anything to do with me, and worse still thinks I'm a man?

I eased up pretty late into the night, and I was feeling quite alright. Peter hadn't come back to the room ever since he stormed out, and I hadn't been able to explain the whole madness to him. I could not tell him that I wasn't a man.

I was still in deep thoughts when Peter texted me. I was beyond shocked to see his text.

“Hey, you free?” He asked.

“I thought you'd avoid me forever. Can we talk? I need to explain some things to you.” I texted, hoping that he'd just let me be.

“Meet me at the West Alley now.” Peter said, and I immediately got to work. I got dressed again. This time, I freed my boobs so he'd see that I was no male. I would have loosened my hair also had they not been made into cornrows. I wore a big cardigan, and then I went outside.

It was quite a journey to the West Alley, but as soon as I got there, I could already see Peter. He was standing alone in the dark. I rushed over to his side.

“Hey, why didn't you just come to the room so we'd talk there?” I asked, and he looked at me with eyes filled with contempt.

“So, I'd be able to do this.” He chuckled, clapping his hands.

Several of his friends came out from places hidden in the dark, and they were flashing their wolf eyes at me. I tried hard not to be scared, but my heart betrayed me, and my lungs did too. I was barely breathing properly.

“Hey Seth, I just have one word to say to you.” Lincoln, Peter's best friend said.

“Please, wait, I can explain whatever misunderstanding you have about me. I swear, I can explain.” I begged.

“Just one word.”

“Please.”

“RUN!”