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

The News

{ Grayson }

Today, for the first time, a person approached me to ask for a photo.

He was a twelve year old boy and looked like the kind of brat who tortures small animals for fun, but still counts as a person. And besides, his father told me he thinks I have a future.

I almost started crying on the spot.

Not because I'm particularly sentimental or cry about everything, but because no one has ever said anything nice to my face about what I've decided to do with my life.

No one has ever said anything nice to me about anything, really, if I think about it.

Having someone on my side for the first time in my life is refreshing and it touched my heart.

Lion thinks I shouldn't be doing this boxing thing because I'm wasting potential. My brother thinks I'm useless and I'm going to die any minute. Angie licks Bastian's balls at whatever he thinks and Baxter thinks I'll get bored of this and quit sooner or later. Hans just smiles and says he's happy for me, but I know he hates to see me fight.

The thing is, no one supports me, no one besides a few people who don't know me. Even my new promoter doesn't think I have a chance of accomplishing anything and I literally pay him to convince people of that.

But right now none of that matters, because an unknown man believes I have potential. However, all my good mood evaporates when I see the new tweet from the account I hate the most in the entire virtual universe:

"@RedBoxingGloves: today @GrayBull was seen bragging about what @SandersJake did to his pretty face last night. Maybe he'll finally drop the towel?"

After that is another tweet with three photos someone took of me today without me noticing, probably while I was walking to the coffee shop. My face has never looked worse than it does right now. And worst of all, this swollen eye was not given to me by Jake but by Lion, right after the fight.

It was no big deal, just a little misunderstanding. Lion and I have a love-hate relationship and there are usually fists involved.

But now people think Jake left me looking like that in the fight, which isn't entirely true and it’s fücking annoying.

When I get home, I throw my backpack on the ground and turn to greet my brother and Angie, only to find a new person standing next to them. It's the same omega with mismatched eyes like Lion who asked for almost a whole cake earlier and ate it like she was starving. I considered for a moment from her ugly clothes that maybe she could be homeless, but she looked and smelled way too clean to be living on the street.

“Yes, I remember you. My name is Midnight, I'm Lionel's daughter. Angie's niece.” she answers my greeting.

Her words take me by surprise because she has blurted out her identity like it's no big deal. Her voice is husky and low and she has an American accent. I like it. Her lips are big and full. And she's saying she's Lion's daughter but I can't believe it.

Lionel Vosse is the most immature man I've ever met in my entire life. Even Bastian is more mature than him.... although Bastian was born in his fifties, so he wouldn't be a good example. Anyway, the fact that Lion has an adult daughter is hilarious, although with his promiscuous sëx life, I'm actually not that surprised.

The moment Lion arrives I make sure to be the one to break the news to him and tease him as well, but he's so shocked he doesn't even realize what I said. It's only when Angie and Bastian, the parents I never asked to have, start scolding me that I realize what I said might have sounded a little rude to the lady.

“I was joking," I murmur, sitting down on our couch next to her, "You don't look like a thirty year old woman, Midnight, I promise. I just wanted to tease Lion. And by the way, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

The dreamy look she gives me at that moment makes me feel bad.

“Lion, react!” Angie scoffs, and settles back on the couch better so she can look at Midnight, "Don't take it personally...you have to understand that this is big news for him.”

“Where's Miriam? I need to see her and ask her why the fück she didn't tell me this.

Yeah, I was fifteen and her crazy mother hated me, but still... I guess I would have married her. I would have hated it, but I would have. I would have...”

“She's dead," Midnight interrupts him in a monotone voice and, god forgive me, but for some reason I find it the funniest thing in the world and I start laughing.

“Sorry!” I immediately apologize and try to cover my mouth but the laughter just won't stop coming out. Midnight looks at me with wide eyes, Lion is still lost in space and Angie wants to wipe me off the face of the earth. Bastian just covers his face wearily, “Please just... forgive me.”

“What's wrong with you?” Midnight asks, giving me a worried look, "Do you have Asperger's or something?”

“No. Sometimes I'm... sometimes you just have to ignore me," I reply and put my hand on her leg, wishing I could hug her or something because I can't believe that in less than five minutes I've offended her so much, "I'm so sorry I laughed at your mother's death. It's not funny, I swear. It's just the situation.”

Midnight stiffens as soon as I draw her into my body and everything gets extremely uncomfortable in that short second. Her face is squashed against my shoulder and her body is at an odd angle, leaning back against me with her ass on the outside and her long legs arranged in a simply weird position.

"Are we hugging?" she asks suddenly, without moving.

"No. I am hugging you but you're just in a very awkward position," I reply and even though I know it's maybe not the best idea, I move to be closer to her. I let go of her neck to slip my arm around her lower back and hug her properly. Midnight makes a sound in her throat and stiffens even more than before. Now her face is level with mine and very close, "This isn't a hug either, but it's not as weird as the last one. If you would just... relax your body a little and put your arm around me..."

"Like this?" he interrupts me, surprising me when he does as I asked and puts her arm around me. I'm about to say that we're actually hugging this time, but she brings her other hand up and puts it on my abdomen, "Okay, it's not that bad."

"What's not that bad?"

"Your body, it feels good," she replies, and she reaches under my sweatshirt, touching my bare abdomen with her warm hands without any kind of shame, "I thought you were scrawny, but it's just because your clothes are too big. You have a nice body. Your face is still disfigured, but I'm confident it will be fixed at some point."

"Actually, I've been known to have an almost too perfect face," I defend myself, offended. It's not a normal thing for me to have an omega dare call me disfigured just because of a couple of bruises on my face that will go away in a few days. Hans would never.

"Oh..." she moves a little closer and looks up until she's looking at my face. More than just seeing it, though, she scrutinizes every detail of it, but I don't mind. That gives me a chance to do the same with her face.

Her lovely lips are dry, her eyebrows are a darker shade than her hair and her eyelashes are lighter. Her blue eye has a pupil larger than the brown one and her nose and cheeks are awash with freckles.

I just realized that freckles are the sexiest thing someone can have on their face..... well, the second thing, if you know what I mean.