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

Lucky charm

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Her lips feel warm, somewhat trembling and, after a few seconds, wet, when she opens them a little to take my bottom lip between hers.

"That's enough," I pull away, when the ten seconds she demanded have passed and a shiver runs down my back. Everything feels like we just did something pretty horrific like killing a poor little puppy and I hate feeling this way, "Can we go now?"

Mid stares at me with dreamy eyes for a few seconds, not moving, but then reacts and nods. I get out of there as fast as possible and once I'm out of her sight, I wipe my mouth.

That was fücking disgusting.

"Guys, this is my very good friend Midnight," I introduce her when we get to the table and everyone greets her briefly. I pull up a chair for her and place her next to me. Immediately Cums smiles at her, "Don't get distracted by her, Cums."

"Sorry, sorry, I won't stare at your 'friend'," he promises, making quotation marks in the air, "But I di have to ask, are you wearing some kind of contact lenses?"

"No, they're just my eyes," she replies with a more natural smile and even reaches over to blink at him in a flirtatious manner. I realize he’s fücked when his mouth drops open slightly and he seems to stop breathing, "What's your name?"

"William," he answers, breathlessly.

"But I call him Cums after his peculiar last name, Cummings," I laugh and earn an mean look from him, but I ignore it and pull out my cards, "It's time to play. It's getting late."

The idea of bringing Midnight in gives me incredible results early on and for some reason of fate, all my games start out incredibly good. Maybe she's my lucky charm.

"Stop doing that," Mid whispers in my ear, making me shiver, "When you have a good game you start moving around a lot and your eyes get really big. It's pretty obvious."

"Ah," I murmur. I'd tell her that sometimes I don't realize I'm moving, but I don't want her to think I'm sick or anything. I turn to her to whisper in her ear too, "Could you squeeze my leg when I'm doing it?"

"Sure," she smiles at me and I realize it was a bad idea because she drops her hand on my thigh, very close to a region that shouldn't be touched.

In less than an hour, with Mid burying her fingernails in me every time I'm letting her know what's going on in my hands and with the luck I earned by kissing her, I've already gotten my money back. Even the imaginary money I bet.

And Cums is not happy about it.

I've never seen Cums this irritated before. He finally knows how it feels to lose so many times in a row and I'm glad he's understanding that he's not always going to beat me, not now that I've found my own source of luck.

Midnight has left me, though. She plopped down on my shoulder and apparently from her soft snoring, she instantly fell asleep.

It's at that moment that Bastian calls me on FaceTime. I lay my cards face down on the table and ask everyone to be quiet. I then move Mid until she wakes up.

"Sorry, I was really tired," she apologizes, yawning and rubbing her eyes, smudging something black from her makeup.

"Don’t worry, just try to look like you're anywhere but here," I ask her with urgency and answer the call, putting the camera very close to my face so he can't see anything else, "Hi little brother."

"Hi," he says, squinting his eyes and looking for clues that I'm doing something wrong, "It's late already, how long does this 'art show' last? Show me around."

"I can't do that, Bastian," I whisper and try to ignore the way everyone is looking at me, like I'm five years old. I'm not to blame for my brother being overprotective. And the truth is, it doesn't bother me. Not always, "You've never been to an art show? They have real relics here and it's not legal for me to point a camera at them."

"Bastian, did you know that Leonardo Da Vinci in addition to all his paintings and his brief homosexual relationship with Michelangelo, directly designed a bunch of erotic clay statues using only pasteurized Dung sourced from Germany and Russia instead of Italy as anyone would think?" interrupts Midnight, pushing my face to appear on the screen and my brother loses his hard face immediately, "I'm loving it here, can we stay a little longer? I'm learning a lot of things."

"Ah... sure. Stay," he agrees with a smile and then looks back at me again, "Sorry, Gravy. Sometimes it's hard to believe you."

"I know, I know," I mutter, gritting my teeth as my opponents chuckle under their breath at that stupid nickname, "See you in a bit more."

"Okay, have fun. Bye Mid, you can tell me later all about what you learned."

"Bye, I will!" she says goodbye, smiling big and once I hang up, she sighs audibly. I think my brother is also on the long list of all the people Mid likes, "I love him."

"What?" I ask, freaked out, but she blinks and shrugs.

"I was kidding," she laughs a little and sits properly in her chair again, "Don't look at me like that, just play again."

"Actually, guys, the show is over. It's time to go," I say, pulling all the chips I won towards me. Some of our spectators grunt as they move for the first time in hours.

"I don't think so," Cums stops me, still being bitter, "We're not done here yet."

"Now who's the sore loser, huh?" I scoff and raise a hand to my favorite girl, who smiles and rushes towards me to pick up the chips. She arranges them and walks away with them.

I stand up and take Mid's hand so she doesn't stay behind. She gives them all a smile as a goodbye and starts to follow me towards the main cashier where they are redeeming my money. I could have waited for it at the table but I didn't want Cums to convince me to keep playing once he saw his money in my hands.

But before we can make it out, Cummings approaches again, only this time he doesn't want to talk to me.

He asks me for a moment alone with Mid and I can't help but look at him with suspicion in my eyes. Maybe he realized that the girl possesses special good luck powers and wants to take her away from me. I let them walk away, of course, but I keep an eye on them anyway because I don't trust him and I trust Midnight even less.

If I let them, they could disappear to do heinous things and I don't want that to happen. Because… well, I just don’t want that.

"What did Cums tell you?" I ask, once we get outside and start walking towards our building again. Mid hasn't stopped smiling since she got back.

"He asked for my number and said he wanted to take me on a date. But first he asked me if I was dating you or something," she laughs and rolls her eyes as if that's unthinkable. As if we hadn't kissed in the bathroom earlier and had unfinished business sëxually.

Anyway, she's a free spirit too and can go on dates with whomever she wants. It doesn't matter to me. Not at all.

"So, what? Do you really want to go out with him? With that beta?" I ask, snorting a laugh, "Really?"

"Yes. You see, I think he's the answer to my problems. He's attractive and all, but not like the guys at the gym. And he's not an alpha, so he doesn't make me feel that uncomfortable," she explains, "I could... learn with him."

"No. Absolutely not. That was my idea and my obligation," I fight, frowning. I seriously don't like this new arrangement one bit. For some reason, the idea of that slimeball touching my... touching Mid, is quite annoying, "You can go out with him and whatever. But I'm still going to be your teacher and get you out of that shell."

Midnight stays quiet for so long that I have to stop walking and turn to look at her to check that she's still here. She's staring at me.

"Okay," she answers suddenly, smiling and grabs my hand so we can start walking again, "But I'm going to want to kiss you a lot and you're going to have to do it even if you don't want to."

I roll my eyes and make a disgruntled sound in my throat, but I don't refuse. I'm used to omegas forcing things on me anyway, what else do they know how to do?