Jayden's p.o.v
"Leo. What are you talking about? Talk to me, not at me."
He almost yells. What is Leo doing now? Just as their relationship is developing into something stable and committed, all that gets ruined by him developing a new crush. Leo looks at him helplessly;he will have to cancel a meeting scheduled. He and his friends tend to be dramatic at time but this, hysteria is very new.
"His name is Shawn. I spent a year trying to get him to notice me, but he never gave me the time of day. His human. Although I also gave up on him because of my interest in Alex. You know I wanted Alex; I wanted her close even as just a friend. But there was a rumour that said Shawn always gets what he wants, it was never me but now he wants you- Jay. Jay, he came from wherever and asked me for something, but you pulled me away from protecting-"
Without context how is he expected to understand what's got his mate like this. He has no words to describe the way his acting apart from crazy.
"What are you talking about? At least finish your sentences."
Before Leo could answer, his phone rang. It was an unknown number. He answered for no other reason than to end the sadness in fated mate's eye.
"Who is this?"
Seeing his fated fist his hands anger and jealousy making him cute. Now he got why he was frantic earlier. Chuckling his fated turned to walk away but he held his arm, preventing him from leaving just yet. Holding onto his arm, he pulled him closer until his back touched his chest so he can listen in on the conversation. Leo averted his gaze as if holding back reasons to cry and that emotion simply was unacceptable. He planted a kiss on the top of his lovers' forehead, and his attention went back to the phone call.
"No thanks. I already have a boyfriend, thank you for thinking of me-."
"Okay."
He was against being rude but his tone as he spoke about his fated made him drop the phone call and delete the number. Leo still trapped, loved and protected in his embrace.
"Aye. Mate, look at me."
Embarrassed, his cheeks burning his little beta smiled. It looks like he was not the only one possessive. His other half has a jealous league going and the only way that would cross his mind is if he was not secure about them.
"You are mine. I do not want others looking, touching or even talking to what is mine. You might regard me the same way, I do not care because in the end we will never let each other go. Common you can come study in my office; I have to sign some documents and attend a meeting later."
"Am I crazy?"
"Yes. And you need to learn how to communicate better."
Laughing Leo found all his stuff, but his phone and he figured Shawn took it or threw it away somewhere. He will add getting a new phone to his monthly expenses they came with separate vehicles,so they drove separate the anticipation stealing his focus.
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Noah's p.o.v
"You finally awake?"
Noah asked the soft warm women resting comfortably on his chest.
"Mmn no. Give me two more minutes."
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Back story to the altering events. After his shower Noah planned on catching the game before his date with his beautiful crush he finally secured. His hair still dripping he heard a knock on his door, that knock got him out of the shower early and he had no idea why. He walked out attempting to open the door while drying his hair. Opening without looking he assumed it was Toby; he left the door open so he could enter... it is not like they have never seen each other naked before. Besides he is in a relationship with that Lucas who might get jealous and take a cheap shot on his money maker.Nxa it is not like his naked, he still has a towel wrapped around himself and he secured it himself. This interaction does not warrant pack war, besides in the eyes of the goddess who created fate... they are just brothers. Tsk. Dammit. Water from his wet hair entered his eyes and he winced, breathing heavily trying ease the burn. Tsk. Damn this. He tried so hard not to rub his eyes and make it worse.
"Toby if you want to be here, here. Wipe my back, my eyes are killing me."
Toby took the towel and gently wiped, slowly drying the ridges. His fingers trailed their way on his skin as he shivered due to the unknown sensations that threatened to attempt to ruin his friendship. His fingers traced his back before the towel followed; this went on for like five minutes that is when he got his sense to stop him. There is no way his body would react to his best friend in such a way especially because he has never seen Toby more than just a friend or at best a brother. Weird, the scent was sweet, movements uncertain and Noah must be losing his damned mind. His body relaxed enjoying the steady increasing beats as if it was his own, he opens his eyes surprised at his thoughts and winced.
"Stop. I am surprised you not with darling Lucas... Haha. Mmn, I have a date with my lovely, but my eyes still sting, fuck."
"I have eye drops."
A voice so soft, docile and sweet offered. Alex. Damn, his an idiot. He stopped her from touching his body, gosh he is such as idiot. It is acceptable to call him a moron now. He opened his eyes, but immediately winced again... His hand itched to rub the irritation. But a hand stopped him, he deserves the burn or maybe subconsciously he wanted to really make sure Alex is actually in front of him,so he risked opening his eyes again.
"Refrain from rubbing your eyes, here eye drops."
Taking the small bottle from his lovely doctor but it was hard to keep his eyes open... After two attempts his doctor took the small bottle from him and coaxed his head to relax.
"Just relax... Trust me, I am a healer not an eye doctor, but it's not require rocket science to use eyedrops. It will not hurt just tilt your head back. Keep your eye open... good. See easy. Now the other eye. Keep it open... Done. Just give it time to work, you will be fine."
"Haha. Thank you, I am glad I have a hot doctor by my side."
Her eyes down cast and she plumped down on Noah's desk riddled with notes and the picture of himself that she drew of him was now framed. Noah could tell something was wrong but the best thing he could do now is wait for his fated to talk. Alex could not face her own fated opting to avert her gaze and what she said next made him understand why she refused to face him.
"C-Can you please find something to wear."
"Is my body distracting you?"
"Please."
Teasing his gorgeous fated has it's times as well as places and this was the furthest thing to the time, so he complied with her request. Grinning, he felt eyes saying their goodbye as he entered the bathroom comfortable clothes in hand. He already had his date outfit on the top shelf but there were still hours to go, what's the rush? Stepping out the site that awed him was of fluorescent beauty.
"Alex?"
Fast asleep on his couch was his breathtaking, knocked-out mate. Screw fate they'd just met, but everything in him already knew: this woman was it. The way she breathed, how her brows relaxed in slumber, the slight pout of her lips Noah was a goner. Completely.
She must've been exhausted to fall asleep on that couch. Not that it was the most comfortable place to crash, but she didn't seem to care. Gently, he scooped her up, cradling all her soft, luscious curves against his chest. She fit so perfectly it almost scared him. He placed her on his bed a haven of plush comfort then slid in beside her, pulling the blanket over them both. She stirred slightly, just enough to curl into his chest. Her braids were soft against his skin, her scent grounding him in a way he didn't know he needed. Noah sighed, his arms wrapping around her instinctively.
"My mother always said, 'quiet people have the loudest stories to tell.'" He whispered into the stillness. "I'll never leave, Alex. I promise you forever... and whatever comes after that. Trust me."
Screw it. He was all in. She didn't say a word, but she didn't pull away either and that was enough. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes, letting sleep take him under. The mystery didn't just intrigue him it called to something primal. He wanted to protect her. To be her safe place. The connection between them wasn't just chemistry it was fate, it was hope, it was home. If she let him, he'd give her the whole world. And as the dreams started to pull him in, he smiled softly, because for once, his dreams didn't need to conjure her up. She was already there wrapped in his arms, and maybe, just maybe, already wrapped around his heart.