My Best Mate

Chapter 1: Kyle Heith Irvine

The heat rose on my cheeks as we met each other’s gaze.

I somehow caught his pupils soften despite the cold reaction before he immediately looked away.

I slumped straight to my desk, face first.

Kyle Heith Irvine

He is the son of the previous beta, Ian Irvine, and the beta female, Heather Irvine. He had one older twin sister, Lyka Pauline Irvine, but she already moved to his mate's pack just less than a year ago. It was the same time that Kyle received the position of beta—and without a doubt, has been doing a great job since.

While my dismally flustered self here is a brown-eyed optimistic gal that the only thing had it going for her was her medium-length, crimson-like hair. It pretty much stands out all the time because of its' color.

I just let my hair fall in my back so that I don't need to do something as bothersome as styling in the morning. I usually just comb it and be done with it.

I always feel good wearing jackets, no matter cotton or denim. They make me comfortable and move a little bit easier than those tight and thin shirts.

Also, I'd rather unravel the structure of my body at the right place and at the right time.

I've also put on some light mascara and enough cherry lip balm throughout the day because treating dry lips is as important as drinking water.

I only have little knowledge when it comes to things like makeup and cosmetics. And if I did know more, I would've probably done something to my angular face, thin eyebrows, and straight nose.

There were also some visible freckles on my face, here and there.

I'm Nichole Amberts, daughter of two omegas. My parents are Jorge and Eve Amberts. I have only one sister and I love her to the moon and back.

Rebekah was the sweetest person in my life before she decided to move to Los Angeles one day and left town. She has been living there ever since. We still talk from time to time and she still goes home for vacations.

Kyle Heith Irvine, on the other hand, was my closest friend after my sister.p

He is one year older than me and we are both studying in the same grade at the same high school.

We grew up in diapers together, got our teeth fixed together, and had our first drink together but I stopped Kyle when I saw how it made him tipsy on just one glass.

We decided not to make that a common occasion and the drinking surprisingly didn’t happen the second time. Kyle was also starting to get busy, training as the next-in-line beta.

Though he belongs to one of the leading families in the pack—honorifics, and formality we're set aside every time we hang out.

We began bickering and bonding like siblings do, and it didn't take us long before we became close, and become particularly inseparable until a year ago.

Kyle has always been an aloof type of person but inside that unmoving soul, He is temperamental. Maybe just a little bit of it.

I also don't feel good at him teasing me sometimes. But If I had known things would change. I don't care if he found himself amused all the time.

Contrary to Kyle, I am more of an easygoing person. I get along pretty much with everyone. But if I want to be by myself, I don't have a hard time having that alone time. However, people are not always welcome when I am all caved in.

Kyle was the only one I'd allow most of the time.

And just like any cliché plot between childhood friends, one is doomed to fall for another. If it wasn't obvious enough, I was that very person.

I thought it was never gonna be more than anything since I was under the impression that I liked him as an older brother.

I was not sure he felt the same way and I wasn't going to break the relationship that we have just because of something I had a hard time controlling.

But something happened and that somehow gave me hope that he liked me back.

But I was still persistent in showing him that I care for him more than he knows since I'm not someone who easily gets disheartened and is stubborn to a fault.

And maybe because I was that confident that no one other than me knew Kyle best.

That sooner or later, he would feel the same way that I do. And I think Kyle knows and understands what I felt.

He was always the one who gets to be above things and has been two steps ahead of me several times already.

Even when we were children, everyone was convinced that we would be together, and be each others' mates and that got heavier growing up.

Every day, I prayed, that what they said would come true, that we are indeed fated.

But even if we weren't, I still wished that we would be together before we found our mates. That he would someday reciprocate whatever unrequited feelings that I have.

However, that small yearning became more far-fetched recently.

That once gentle Kyle turned strangely different from the one I once knew. It wasn't just me who realized it. Everyone around him thinks so too.

But I hadn't given up yet.

The fact that he still hadn't found his mate and I would soon be eighteen gave me hope that I still had a chance.