The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

MARCUS PIERCE

To be honest, I don't know whether to cry or laugh in happiness when I saw that my mate was obviously jealous of Blaine Maximus. It's so fun to see him getting jealous over nothing because clearly, though he doesn't know it yet, that I'm into him and that I'm in love with him and that he's my mate and not Blaine. I wish he knows that so he wouldn't feel threatened about me choosing Blaine over him.

I also don't know what to feel – do I want to be irritated because he thought that there's something going on between me and Blaine, or do I want to jump in happiness because he left me no choice but to stay with him in his own house? Well, I definitely got irritated when he assumed that I was into Blaine when I wasn't.

The hours have passed, and they were painfully long. I had to sit through in most of the boring classes, and worse, Blaine and Nigel weren't in those classes to keep me company. I had to listen to the teachers talk and talk, and I wish I could growl and let out the beast in me just to make them shut up, but that would mean exposing my kind, which would bring a trouble like a hurricane. So I stayed like a perfect human being and kept my mouth shut like a good kid. Good thing that there weren't any quizzes because I didn't to be in trouble anymore from walking out of the class without any valid reason. Because, believe me, the only reason I had was I didn't want to be in those classes, and that's not a good reason to tell the professors if I walk out.

When I get out of the last period, I'm immediately greeted by my mate Nigel, who holds out my hand and practically drags me to the parking lot where his car is parked. Believe me, I want to scream and shout, tell the whole world how the best it is to hold out your soulmate's hand. But I keep my cool because I don't want to weird him out or something. It's best to keep my mouth shut.

"Wait, are you really serious?" I ask him just to make it sure. His mind could have changed already and he might be already regretting this, that's why I want to make sure that he's all fine with this, that I'm going to stay in his house instead of Blaine's. "Just wanna make sure, is all."

"I'm f*****g hundred percent sure," he remarks, rolling his eyes at me as he unlocks his car, then he motions for me to enter. "Get in."

"So I'm going to be staying there now?" I ask him, furrowing my brows. Nigel nods his head, making his hair bounce adorable. I just want to bury my fingers there, to feel how soft and awesome it is. Sooner or later, I know that I'll be doing that someday. Right now, what I need to do is gain his trust more and make him be comfortable with me. "What about my clothes? And I need to speak with Blaine about this."

"Fine," he says, irritation clearly laced in his voice as he crosses his arms across his chest in a cute manner. "I'm going to drive you there, but you need to be quick. It's not like you need to get some permission from here, do you?"

"No, I don't." I shake my head. "I'm going to speak with him about this out of respect."

He nods. "Let's go."

I climb into the passenger seat and Nigel climbs into the driver seat, and then in just a few seconds, we're already hitting the road. The silence is kind of deafening and awkward. I want to speak, to say a few words that will be an ice breaker, but no words come out of my mouth. Right now, it seems like I have lost the capability to be cool and shrug things off. I want to impress him, to make him happy, or just to make things lighter between us. But damn it, I can't think straight when I'm this close to him.

Finally, I have something to say and do because it turns out that he doesn't know the direction to Blaine's house. I tell him which direction to go and after a few minutes of leading him where to go, we finally reach Blaine's house.

Blaine Maximus is really a good guy, and I hope that Nigel can see that. He's too blinded by jealousy to see that. Believe me, it's so heart-clenching in a good way to know that he's jealous, but it also limits the way he thinks. He already thinks of Blaine as a weird, probably a freak, guy. And the fact that Blaine is living in a house around the woods, then I doubt that he'll think of him as a normal human being. At least for now.

I climb out of the car in a hurry, not waiting for him to speak. Based from the look on his face, I know that he's already judging Blaine again. Blaine Maximus is my friend – when I decided to go into the school where my mate is studying, I had nothing but a plan to make him mine. I didn't have a place to stay in but the woods and then I met Blaine, who offered me a place to stay. In his house, in the woods. So deciding to live with my mate without informing him is going to suck and just beyond rude.

I barge into Blaine's house like it's my own. Blaine said to me once to treat his house as my own, so that's what I do.

When I enter the house, Blaine has already changed to his regular-I'm-home attire, which is just a pair of blue pajamas and a white tank top. He looks at me, his expression bored, and when he sees me, his expression brightens.

"Oh, you're home." He says in glee, then his expression turns sour. "You wouldn't believe what just happened when I was on my way home. The demon, my mate, came to me and he was just being a pain in the ass."

"That's good to hear," I say, throwing him a smirk. "By the way, something happened also to me." I try to contain my excitement, but knowing Blaine, he has already smelled it boiling within my core. I grin. "Nigel asked me to come live with him because he thinks that it's inappropriate for me to live here with you. He's jealous, and he's right there waiting for me, wishing that this would be just quick. I ought to let you know because you're my friend. My only rogue best friend."

Blaine becomes silent for a while, looking deep in thought, then he nods at me with a smile on his face. To be honest, I feel bad. I mean, he must feel lonely when he's alone here in his house. "Oh, that's nice, then." He then lets out a sigh, as if exasperated. "I just thought that, you know, you'd stay here longer. But oh well, mates get jealous all the time, so I perfectly understand. Just please don't replace me as you best friend with another rogue."

I let out a chuckle and shake my head. I really can't imagine myself having another rogue best friend. For me, Blaine Maximus is the rogue that I'm friends with. I cross my heart to assure him that he's the only rogue friend that I have and will ever have. That makes him happy.

Just to tease him, I say, "Perhaps you can invite your demon mate here."

"Oh God no," he groans, his shoulders slumping down as a look of annoyance crosses his face. "You did not just suggest that. That would be the most ridiculous thing that I will ever do if I do that. No, no, no. That demon will not step into this house, not even his shadow."

"He can't be that bad,"

"You wouldn't understand because you don't have an annoying demon as your mate," he mutters under his breath, which makes me chuckle. "Come on, let me help you pack up your clothes. I bet your mate is dying to come here and kill me out of jealousy. He must already think that we're doing something inappropriate."

"You're right," I agree, nodding my head. As if on cue, I hear Nigel yelling outside, which makes me and Blaine laugh. "Wait a moment!" I yell back, rushing to my designated room, Blaine trailing behind me, to pack my clothes up.

I'm so happy that I'm going to live under the same roof as my mate, and who knows what could happen when we're both under the same roof. I know for a fact that he's going to have a hard time accepting the fact that we're soulmates, let alone the fact that I'm not a human at all but a werewolf. So me being a werewolf and not a human, plus him being my mate, is going to be an information overload for him. What I need to do first is to make him trust me completely and wholeheartedly. Then once he does, I'm going to tell him everything that he needs to know about me. Right now, I'm putting my guards down just for him to see how vulnerable I can be when it comes to him, or when it concerns him. If this is what he wants, for me to live under the same house as him, then so be it. I'm not going to decline this offer of his, which is beyond great, mind you. I'm ecstatic to know that I'll see him often; that I'll see his every move; and I get to guard him! It's awesome. At the same time, I just feel sad because living with my mate means I'll have to evacuate myself from Blaine's house.

After gathering my clothes and packing them in a big luggage that has been provided by Blaine, I thank him once more for having me stay in his house with open arms, and head out of the class. He tells me that I can still visit him every so often, and I promise I will, then I head back to where Nigel is.

When I see him, his back is perched against the door of the driver seat of his car, his face turning left and right, inspecting his surroundings. There's an annoyed expression etched on his face. His eyes meet mine when he looks my way, and his face immediately brightens. My heart swells at the sight of his happy face. It's enough to make my heart constrict to know that I can make him happy just by letting him see me. This is the time that I just want to wrap my arms around him, kiss him passionately, and tell him how much he means to me. Though I know it's beyond words.

"Let's go home," he says meekly, giving me a small smile. I shudder, hoping that he doesn't notice. Home. I like the sound of that.

"Okay, let's go home," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. We share a look that I can decipher but he cannot, and I hope that sooner or later, he would learn and understand everything that concerns me and him.

He opens the trunk of his car and I put my luggage there. It surprises me that this big luggage fits in the trunk of the car. After that, I climb into the passenger seat and he climbs into the driver seat, turning on the car and it roars to life. He pulls away, and then after a few seconds, we're on the road, but this time, the radio is now turned on, playing a song I haven't heard. I enjoy the trip to his house in silence. Just having him around me is enough to make me calm and happy and contented. As of the moment.

What I'm afraid is how to deal with myself when the full moon comes. When the full moon comes, I know that I will never be contented of him just being around me. I just hope that I can control myself when that time comes.