Chapter 3
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Megan’s POV
As soon as I pushed through the main doors I paused, unsure of what to do next. There’s no way I can outrun him, let alone in these stupid heels. I almost screamed in happiness when Wes’s blue truck screeched to a halt in front of me.
Jumping in I yelled at Wes, just as Grayson busted though the doors.
“Drive!”
Wes didn’t miss a beat, slamming on the pedal and speeding off leaving Grayson standing at the door.
I felt my wolf growl in my head, trying to get me to turn around but I just blocked her out.
“How did you know?” I asked Wes once my breathing had levelled out.
“I saw you, you wanted to run. Thought I’d be the getaway driver.” He smiled at me.
“Thank you.”
“Always, now why are we running?”
“I met my mate.”
The car immediately stopped, the seatbelt almost chocking me from the impact.
“And you ran from him?” He screamed.
When he went to put the truck in reverse I grabbed his hand, stopping him.
“You know I can’t.” I pleaded with him.
His eyes softened.
“Not this again Megs, I’ve told you before it doesn’t mean anything. He’s your mate.”
My head fell in my hands, as the sobs finally started escaping.
“You know it’s not that simple. I-I can’t do it.” I whispered between sobs.
Wes’s arms went around me, pulling my head to rest on his shoulder. For the longest time we just sat there in silence, as my tears drenched his shirt.
When I finally pulled away, he was staring at me worriedly.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded and he sighed, starting the truck again.
“I want it on record I don’t agree with this.” I nodded, keeping my eyes out of the window.
“But I’m on your side, Megs. Always.” A smile graced my lips, and I was eternally grateful for my best friend. He’s always been there, by my side since we were pups.
My eyes fall back to the window, watching the trees pass by as my eyes start to feel heavier.
My eyes opened to sunlight streaming through my window. Stretching, my hand smacked something solid and I heard groaning. Wes was sprawled out on the bed, his hand cupping his red cheek.
“You hit me?” he whined.
“It was an accident.”
He glared at me.
“I carried your ass to bed, and you hit me?”
“You’re a werewolf, I’m not that heavy.”
“Sure, you’re not.” He mumbled, getting up.
Did he just call me fat?
Bitch.
Grabbing a pillow I threw it at him, smirking when it hit his head.
“I am not fat.”
He looked me dead in the eye and just uh huh me…
Grabbing another pillow, I eyed him. “Take it back.”
“Never.” He yelled running out the room.
“Coward.” I screamed at him.
When I stepped out of bed, realisation hit me, I’m in my pyjamas. Who the hell undressed me?
“Did you change my clothes?” I yelled at Wes, who was cooking in the kitchen.
“I had to, you would have ruined that dress sleeping in it.”
I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open.
“Oh, stop worrying, you’re not my type.” He was right of course, being that Wes was 100% gay. But the thought of him changing me felt weird, something felt different somehow.
Because he’s not our mate my wolf growled at me.
Grayson’s face filled my head, how can he be my mate?
“Earth to Megan!” Wes yelled, his hands waving in front of my face.
“Did you say something?” he rolled his eyes at me, plating up some breakfast for us.
“I said, who is he?” he asked as he sat on a stool opposite me.
I took a deep breath before responding. “Grayson O’Connor.”
Wes started choking on his food, coughing as he tried to breath.
“G-Grayson… as in gamm-ma Grayson?” he stuttered.
I just nodded.
“Who gives up Grayson freaking O’Connor!” he all but screamed at me.
“That boy is the finest peace of ass in this pack!” a growl involuntarily slipped from my lips causing Wes to raise an eyebrow at me.
Before he could say anything, the kitchen door opened as my father walked in, he smiled at me before rolling his eyes at Wes.
“Don’t you have your own house, Weston? Why is it you are always at mine?”
“Because yours is so much nicer Mr Clarke. Besides, you know you’d miss me.”
My father grunted at him as he went to leave, a small smile played at his lips. He had always liked Wes, after Wes’s dad first started ignoring him, he had come here. Ever since he’s been like family. Wes spends most of his time here, avoiding his parents at all costs, his dad is a d**k. Thinks if he ignores it and never lets Wes say the words out loud then he doesn’t have a gay son.
“Don’t get into trouble you two, oh Megan. Don’t forget you agreed to help with the party clean up.” And with that he walked out the door to morning training.
“You realise as soon as you walk in that packhouse he’s going to smell you?” Wes spoke up.
He was right of course, he would be able to sense the mate bond when I was around.
“I have an idea about that.” I whispered.
Wes just stared at me waiting.
“This is such a bad idea.” Wes whined for the twentieth time in the last hour. As soon as I told him my plan he started freaking out, I don’t blame him. It’s a really crappy plan.
“Nothing involving that woman is ever a good idea.” Sighing I fiddled with the necklace I had taken from my father’s room.
“How do you even know it works?” he questioned, never taking his eyes off the gem that hung off the chain.
“Because it worked for her, it just didn’t do what she wanted.”
He glared at me as I clipped the necklace on, the gemstone fell between my chest. A stinging sensation spread across my chest and up my arms.
“Megan?” Wes said, shaking my shoulders.
“Yeah?” he pulled me in for a hug, before pulling away to look at me.
“You zoned out, I don’t like this.”
“Me either but I need to do it.”
He groaned. “Why? If you don’t want him, why not just reject him? Why go through all of this?”
Sighing I sat down on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest.
“I just need time, I need to think.” I whispered.
He pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
“Okay then, but don’t forget that thing only works from a distance. If he touches you, he will feel the bond.”
“I know, thank you Wes.”
He smiled down at me before lifting me onto my feet.
“Let’s get you ready and I’ll give you a ride.”
I nodded following him upstairs.
This is going to be a long day.
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