The Broken Werewolves: The Human Mate (LGBT)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Marcus Pierce

The next day, as my day begins, I walk through the hallway of the school with a big smile tugged into my lips; this day is going to be awesome since my mate has told me that I will be his priority for today, which means he has no reason to ditch me. His girlfriend and friends can't bug him. Once the school ends, his time should only be dedicated to me. It sounds selfish of me, though, but all I want to happen is for my mate to get to know me better.

To be honest, when we first met, I should have done something more remarkable so he'd easily remember me, or would easily feel the pull towards me. After all, I'm his mate and he's my mate. I strongly feel the love I have for him whereas he just starts to feel the pull, and along with that, the confusion. Of course Nigel would freak out. I just hope that he wouldn't make a big deal out of it. This school has an LGBT+ club, so that shouldn't be a problem, right? Once the confusion sinks into his head, I promise that I'm going to help him realize that he wants me, that he loves me, and that he has to be with me because that's what mates want, right? I want that to happen.

My arms are itching to curl around his waist, pushing him towards me so I can give him a big hug; my skin itching to feel his – the warmth and the softness. The pads of my fingers are itching to feel his angelic face, his lips, his jaw, and his neck. I want to hold his hand, to take his whole life and lead him towards Utopia, where sadness and pain and all the negative things don't exist but happiness and perfection.

I want to feel his lips pressed against mine, molding into one with mine. I want to feel the passion, the emotion he pours into that kiss, the kiss that will blow our heads off. My heart wants to be synchronized with his.

"Someone woke up on the right side of the bed," a voice I've grown accustomed of hearing in a day rings in my ear; I turn around only to see the grinning face of Blaine Maximus. "Mind sharing it with me?"

I scan area, slightly sniffing the air just to check if someone is eavesdropping, or looking in our way. Once I know that it's all clear, I lean down and whisper in Blaine's ear "My mate said that I'll be his priority today."

"Nice," Blaine whistles, giving me a genuine smile. "Go get that dick." I push him, which makes him tumble but catches himself right away, glaring playfully at me. I give him an apologetic smile, shrugging and he rolls his eyes in a playful manner. "So you guys are going to have a date today, or what? What will be your plan? Are you going to confess to him?"

"Dumb ass," I mutter, resisting the urge to whack him at the back of his head. There's no way I'm going to confess my love for Nigel, and the truth about me. He will think that I'm crazy, which will lead to him avoiding me in the future, which will lead to me getting depressed. So no, I'm not going to confess anything at all to him. I'm just going to enjoy his presence around me, with a goal of making him smile and happy. I'll confess to him sooner or later – confession is inevitable. I have to tell him the truth someday. But now, I'll just remain Mark Pierson. "I'm not going to confess. I'll just make him happy today. That's my goal. I have time, and in the future, I'll tell him."

"Okay then," Blaine says, shrugging. "Hey, thanks for staying in my house. You know that you can live there, right, since you've told me that you live in the woods, near the lake. I'm a bit lonely there in my house, so having someone around will make it less lonely."

"No problemo," I say to him, nodding. "I'm not going to refuse that. Thank you, Blaine."

"You're welcome," he chortles. "Now go get that dick."

Rolling my eyes, I jerk my chin towards the direction of the first period. The warning bell will ring anytime soon, so it's better to move forward and be inside the respective classroom than to be late and get scolded at by the evil teachers lurking in this goddamn school.

Blaine Maximus is living in the middle of the woods – the good thing it isn't even part of anyone's territory, so it's a good sign. He has a cabin there, built all by himself. He said that his father used to have a skill of a construction worker, so he had been taught by him before he passed away. He kept the cabin clean and simple. There aren't a lot of pieces of furniture placed inside the cabin – just a couch in the living room, a bed in a small bedroom that can accommodate 3-4 people. Blaine Maximus is leaving a simple life, with a great hope of finding his human mate. The cabin is always clean; you wouldn't find any dust placed on top of the table in the kitchen, or on anything at all. According to him, he likes to keep everything neat and clean and organized.

Inside his room, he has a rows and rows of books and comics, and I was ­– still am – amazed by it. For a werewolf, he sure is the geekiest. He has a lot of collections of books – name a genre, and I'm sure that he has it. He even reads fanfictions stuff online, and has a collection of E-Books on his phone (yep, Blaine Maximus, a werewolf, one of my kind, has a freaking cellphone – he said to me that he barely uses it, though. He just uses just to play or stream music online; nothing else, nothing more.)

Time seems to slow down whenever I get excited of me being my mate's priority, and it seems to fast forward when I force myself not to think about my mate and succeed. When the final bell rings, I catch everyone's attention when I stand up straight and fast, then race out of the room due to the excitement bubbling inside me.

Kyros is the happiest wolf as of the moment, tongue lolling out as he paws inside me in excitement. This is the first time that we get to spend a lot of time with our mate, and we can't wait what will happen next. I can drop a few subtle hints here and there just to check if he'd notice the signs that I'm the love of his life for forever.

Now I'm standing in the parking lot, scanning the area, hopefully I'll see a black haired guy with the cutest smile and dimple, who has the most adorable brown eyes, who has a thin figure but emanates masculinity, walking towards me.

The parking lot is beginning to get crowd by the students whose cars are parked diagonally when it's supposed to be vertically. Eventually the place is being emptied as one by one, the students begin to climb into their respective cars and drive out of the school grounds. I've been in this world for quite some time now, so I know that the first place where they're going after school isn't home. It's most likely the malls, or the parks, or to their friend's house.

Eventually, after thirty minutes of waiting, I mutter to myself, "Not this again."

Kyros is whining now, and soon his whine will turn to a whimper. I don't want to be stressed about this, and neither does Kyros. I just need to think that he has something important to do rather than being with me – and hopefully that important thing shouldn't be related to his girlfriend at all because Good Goddess knows I'll become a complete asshole.

"Holy s**t," someone says from behind me and I whirl around only to face my mate, who's grinning ear to ear at me. "Sorry if I'm late. Wondered why I wasn't in the last period? Coach called me. Sorry if I kept you waiting. Should have been here thirty minutes ago if it weren't for my goddamn demanding coach."

"That's fine," I say, happiness bubbling inside me as I see his smiling face. There are beads of sweat forming across his forehead, an indication that he has run a long way just to get here. He was probably in the basketball court, which is on the opposite end of where we stand right now. "I'm still up for the offer. Your offer. And I can't wait for you to prove me right that –"

"Yeah, yeah, that Blaine is not cooler than me." Nigel finishes, giving me a confident grin. I roll my eyes playfully. "Seriously, you should stop hanging out with him. Oh, not yet. I'm still going to bury the fact I'm way cooler than him in your face. So no, don't stop hanging out with him yet."

"Okay," I stress out, letting out a chuckle. "So... where to next?"

"To my house, of course," he says, turning around and walking towards the direction of what I assume where his car is parked. "Do you have a car parked here somewhere? Or you're just waiting for me?"

"Just waiting for you," I will always wait for you until you realize that you love me.

Nigel leads me into the location where his car is parked, and then motions for me to climb in. I open the door and climb into the passenger seat, and he climbs into the other one – the driver seat, and the moment he's seated, hands gripping the steering wheel, his scent lingers in the air, tickling my nostrils and Kyros howls, scratching. He's – we are – so excited to claim him as ours, and that will only happen once he realizes that he cannot be without me.

My mate grabs the clutch, and slides it backwards, then twists his head, looking over his shoulder to check if there's someone behind us so he can reverse properly. Once done, he moves the clutch forward and then the car zooms in. The whole time he's driving, my eyes are only trained on him – his lips are slightly parted, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other one gripping the clutch. Nigel looks so sexy and hot in every way, and I just want to take him in this f*****g car and claim him. The thought of me making love with him is enough to tighten up my pants uncomfortably, and sooner or later, if that image doesn't disappear in my head while we're on the car, the first thing that I'm going to be doing is to use my helping hand just to satisfy myself in the bathroom of my mate's house. That's for sure.

Eventually he notices that I'm looking at him like he's a piece of meat (of course he is!), which leads him to get uncomfortable. He lifts himself up, and finds a more comfortable position in his seat, and then louds almost audibly. I suppress a smirk, not wanting to throw him off. He's going to take me into his house, and if this gets weirder for him, he'll definitely throw me out of his car and that's something I don't want to happen.

"So, um, do... um, do you, like, have a phone number or something?" he says, trying to make a small conversation while the awkwardness is beginning to thicken inside the car.

"Not really much into technology," I reply. He turns his head at me with a horrified look, then turns his face back into the road. "Why so shocked? It's true I don't have a phone. I don't need one. It's not like I'm texting someone, or calling someone. I'd rather talk to a person face-to-face than to speak with him or her through a phone call."

"You serious about that?"

"Yes,"

"That's... how come?"

"What do you mean 'how come'?" I ask him, arching a brow at him.

For a moment he doesn't speak, then after a few seconds have passed, he turns again to me. "So... there's no way I can reach you?"

"Well, you can walk up to me and talk to me in person; I would prefer that." I say to him honestly. I can't imagine, in the future, that I'm going to speak with my mate through a phone call. Once Kyros and I claim him as ours, he will be staying by my side every day, every hour, every minute, and every second. Nigel blushes and I hide a smile.

"Okay, I'd do that." He says, still blushing.