My New Mate (Complete)

Chapter 5: Secret Mate

Kyle

I'm so damn hot. I open my eyes and adjust to the light to see Derrick wrapped around my body like a vine. Who knew he liked to cuddle? I'd always expected my mate to have waited for me like I waited for he/she. I don't like dealing with all of Derrick's one night stands or exes. It pisses me and my wolf off knowing they had what was meant for only me. It makes me want to mark him so everybody knows he's mine. Plus, with the new revelation of us both being alphas it makes it a little bit harder for us. How to be together yet run our packs? Who moves to whose pack house? I just got him to fully accept us being mates. I'm actually glad that Justin could help me with that. I have to remember to give him a raise or something else he'll love. I wish Derrick would wake up before I die of heat exhaustion. I stroke down his muscular back hoping to coax him awake but he just pulls me closer to him.

"Wake up please" I beg. He groans stirring before lifting his head up and look at me. He falls back down on my chest. "Get up you're making me hot and not in a good way."

He groans rolling off me back to his side of the bed, that wasn't what I meant at all. I get out the bed going into the bathroom. I take a piss, wash my hands, and brush my teeth before taking my boxers off and getting in the shower. Just as I start to wash my body I hear Derrick walk in mumbling about morning wood. I can't help but to laugh as he tries to take a piss with an erection. Once he finally finishes he washes his hands picking up his toothbrush.

"Stop using my f*****g toothbrush" he growls before brushing his teeth.

I shake my head getting lost in his scent of vanilla and pine. So this is how he smells so damn good. I finish my shower drying off and wrapping a towel around my waist. I step out and walk over to him at the sink. His face is full of shaving cream and I turn him to face me placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Want me to fix breakfast?" I ask.

"Do you know how?" he asks doubtfully.

"Somewhat" I admit.

He chuckles "dial the front desk, pancake platter."

I walk out the bathroom and to his phone dialing the front desk. I order two pancake platters then I go to his closet, opening every draw until I find the underwear. Though he's built a little bigger than me his clothes fit me well. I pull on a pair of black joggers and a grey v-neck t-shirt. I walk out going to the living room seeing as how I don't need to be in the room when he gets out the shower all dripping in water. The thought alone is enough to get me hard. Just as I sit down and turn the TV on there's a knock at the door. I groan before getting up and opening the door.

"Um...um room service" the woman stumbles looking at me.

I smile at her and I can instantly smell her arousal. "Thanks." I pull the cart in before handing her a twenty which she just lets fall to the floor. She's still staring when I shut the door and I can't help but to chuckle.

"What's funny?" he asks walking into the living room. He's wearing grey joggers and a matching black t-shirt. He still looked like the sexiest man on the planet and it sucked.

"The room service woman was staring at me like she seen God" I say before sitting down with my tray.

"Bar. That's custom Italian leather."

I look up at him to see if he's serious. He's staring at me blankly and I groan getting up and walking to the bar. He sits next to me with his own tray. He's such a prissy annoying asshole, I mean who cares about someone eating in their living room? Why decorated it with expensive furniture if you don't want anybody to actually relax on it? Yeah his penthouse is nice sleek expensive and slightly depressing but come on. The all black furniture and dark colors with not one picture in sight proves what is said about him may actually be true. Every place he owns is decorated in the same cold distant décor. Why not place a least a few pictures of his family or a random painting about something. Wait a damn minute.

"Is this your s*x pad?" I ask shocked about my revelation.

He turns to look at me. "Are you prepared for the answer to your question?"

"Yes" I lie.

"Yeah" he says nonchalantly.

"I slept in a bed that you f****d sluts in?" I question.

He rolls his eyes, "please calm down the dramatics and no I have another bedroom. People see the master and think I want more than just a f**k when I don't."

"Nobody stayed over or stayed in your room?" I ask feeling my anger dissipate just a little.

"No." I'm not going to lie I actually like that I'm the only one he let sleep over though he didn't have much of a say in the matter. "Shouldn't you be working?"

"I'm always working. I keep up through Justin and the mind link. No you can't get rid of me."

"I have to leave."

"Where are you going?"

"Work stuff."

"Why don't you want to be with me?"

He rolls his eyes, "it has nothing to do with that. I like to handle my own business plus whenever I'm around you all I want to do is f**k you."

I can't help but to grin. "Can I come with you?"

"I'm going to my pack house. We're not there yet."

I glare, "sorry I'm a disgrace to you Derrick."

"Stop being so f*****g dramatic. You can go just don't be childish and you're a friend from work." I go to complain but he speaks before I can. "Take it or don't go at all."

"Fine." I grumble out. He gets up placing our plates back on the tray. "Babe."

He shivers walking back over to me. "Don't call me that...it seems so gay."

I roll my eyes, "what do you want me to call you your highness?"

"Let me get use to the s**t Kyle" he snarls.

"Oh we can kiss and do normal mate s**t behind closed doors but in public it's all business. I'm not comfortable being your secret mate!" I growl.

"I didn't grow up thinking about the day I meet my mate. I didn't keep an open mind about my mate's s*x. We can't all be you Kyle!" he growls.

I can't help but to attach my lips to his. He groans invading my mouth and pulling me closer to his body. Arguing with him is draining and annoying but the built tension from it turns me on so much. I'd fight with him on everything just to get the fury passion to makeup. Just imagining the makeup s*x later has me getting harder. He pulls away holding me up on the bar panting.

"I'll keep an open understanding mind about you coming to terms with this" I pant.

"You can call me what you want" he breathes out.

I grin victoriously, "see that wasn't hard at all."

"When you're not being annoying." He kisses me on the lips before putting me down. "We've got to go, I'm already late and Brent is getting pissy."

We walk out the penthouse to the elevator and he presses the G button. I don't even know what processed me to ask to go with him to his pack house.

We don't want to leave his side. My wolf states.

I guess on some level it was true. He's my mate and though he's an asshole, being away from him actually hurts. It's stressful emotionally but physically it actually hurts a lot. It's like having someone taking a burning knife slowly across your skin. I'd rather get on his nerves being around all the time then face the reality of the pain of leaving his side causes. We get into his Aston Martin DB9 and he pulls out the garage quickly. It's a good hour until we pull to a set of gates. The guy opens them and he continues driving up the long driveway. Why a pack of werewolves would need a gate is beyond me.

"It's for the humans" he says answering my unspoken question. "When we get in you smell like me because we were at the office."

I roll my eyes, "yeah it's not because we slept together or made out in your kitchen on your bar in the s*x den."

He growls but says nothing as he parks his car. I have to admit that his place was impressive. He has to be on over five thousand acres of land and the main house alone has to take up five hundred to a thousand acres of the land. Plus other smaller house and the pack doctor's practice take up another few acres. The mansion in front of me is all white marble with dark wood French doors. He pushes me before walking up the steps. I follow him going into the house. Damn, custom marble floor tiles dark wood, and a spiral staircase with cherubs covering the high ceiling holding what looks like pups. He clears his throat and again I follow him. I have to admit that I actually like this place. It has this homey artistic and classy feel. Portraits line the walls paintings of what I assume to be his pack. I know for a fact that he had no say in the decorations of this place. We walk into his office, which of course is decorated darkly just like his work office. What does the guy f*****g hate colors?

"Not afraid of the door being unlocked?" I ask taking a seat on his couch.

"Nobody comes in without knocking" he states. Just as he sits down there's a knock at the door. "Come in!" he yells.

The door opens revealing Brent all tall dark and handsome. He eyes me before looking back at Derrick grinning. Derrick raises his eyebrows and Brent laughs loudly.

"Please don't insult my intelligence by having a conversation about me like I don't know it or like I'm not here" I growl. Brent chuckles before sitting across from Derrick.

"I won't hesitate to kill you" Derrick says looking directly at Brent.

Brent chuckles, "you'd miss me."

"What's with overseas?" Derrick asks getting straight to business as usual.

I block out their conversation. I don't think I should listen since it's about his pack business and not mine. I actually just want to kiss him some more. To feel his soft plump lips on mine with his warm tongue searching every part of my mouth. His rough hand holding me close to his body but I understand having to run his pack. I wonder how his pack will take him being mated to a guy and an alpha at that. Does his pack have same s*x mates? There's a few in my pack and every wolf knows it's a possibility to get the same s*x. If only my mate thought about it being a reality for him. What if he wanted pups? I never thought about them much since I looked at both possibilities of a mate. It would've been nice to have the option though. Even though he's an asshole I actually wouldn't trade him for anything. I just have to figure out more about him.

"Do you want something?" he asks snapping me from my thoughts.

"No, I'm fine. Do you have same s*x mates in your pack?" I ask.

"Yeah plenty, why?" he questions confused to as why I'm asking.

"I was just wondering."

"I'll be staying here for a week" he states looking at me.

I c**k my head to the side confused as to why he's telling me. "Okay?"

"Which means you can't stay with me."

I get up and walk closer to him. "You know I can't actually be away from you right?"

"Do you ever tire of the histrionics?"

I glare, "I'm being honest."

"Yeah I know."

"Good so I stay with you."

"No you don't I'll come to you" he presses.

"Hm" I walk away from him going to the door.

"Where in the hell are you going?"

"I'm leaving."

I walk out his office and out the backyard. I start running before shifting into my dark and light brown wolf. Luckily my pack isn't far from here that I can run to it. If he thinks for a f*****g second I'll hide behind him he has another thing coming. He won't continue to treat me like some dirty little secret. The ache in my chest hurts so damn much as I move further away but I don't know how long I can be his secret mate.