The Alpha's Mate

Chapter Eighteen

Noah Everett

I hate Monday-Friday 8-3, because my mate is still in school, and I can't be around him. If it was up to my wolf, we would be with Branson 24/7. It's become unhealthy, and distracting.

A couple days ago I went to Brans to talk to him about our newfound relationship. And to my surprise there were sex toys on his bed. I didn't plan to do anything sexual with him, but after I saw them I had to try them.

We love pushing each other, and I love pushing his limits sexually even more. He won't back down, and I won't, which can create a lovely storm.

The only reason he stopped three times is because his body physically gave up. But I have a feeling it is just the beginning.

Fuck.

I did it again.

Distracted.

"Noah" my dads voice snapped, and I looked up at him.

"Huh?"

"You gotta pay attention" he grumbles, shaking his head. We're going over our safety

plan. If we are invaded or have to declare war, we have plans in place to be efficient and safe. And as Alpha, I need to know this.

"Once you're mated it'll feel a lot better babe" Mom says, giving me a gentle smile.

"You're distracted because of Bran?" Dad asks, closing the folder.

"I guess"

"So things are going well?" he pressed, and I shrugged.

"I guess, I mean we still fight. A lot" clearing my throat, I push to my feet pacing the large office. "My wolf wants to be around him constantly, it's hard. Even in training every chance I get to tackle him, drench him in my scent I take it. Even if i tell myself not too"

"That might change with marking and mating. Uncle P was a bit possessive with Zeke. Once they mated he calmed down a lot. He still gets a little possessive, but not nearly as bad." dad says

"But then there's some cases where it gets worse," Mom adds. "We've had a couple situations where someone was attacked for flirting with another mate" she reminds dad who nods.

"You can't go off attacking people though" Dad says.

"Yeah yeah, i know"

—

I'm sitting in my dad's old truck outside the school. I was going nuts not seeing him. The final bell rings, and kids come pouring out. I keep an eye out for my mate, climbing out of the truck.

I lean against the hood, and finally, he comes into view.. Bran has a small smile as he talks to his friend. Dylan. Bran is wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

His dark eyes find mine, and a small smirk tugs at my lips. He looks excited, but also like he hates my guts. Bran separates from his friend, making his way over to me.

"Couldn't wait to see me til training?" he asks, his voice smug. Once he's in reach, I tug his body to mine, our lips meeting instantly.

He doesn't wait to press his lips to mine, and we meet in a messy kiss. Unfortunately, he pulls away before the kiss can become anything more. "Nice to see you too" he pants slightly.

"It's always nice to see me" I tell him, letting my hands drop from his body. He shakes his head, and walks around the truck.

"Are we leaving or just going to sit here?" he asks, as he climbs into the seat. A smile tugs at my lips as I climb into the driver's side.

Being with Branson is so surreal. Because a part of me thinks he's unbelievably perfect. Then there's that part of me that hates him. It's like I know I need to let go of those things, but that part of me isn't ready.

Branson clears his throat, and my eyes snap to him before they're back on the road. "What?"

"Everything okay? You're zoning out" he asks, his eyes flickering between mine.

"Yeah, just a lot going on in my head I guess."

"Want to talk about it?"

"It's just coming to terms with all this, yano? Things are changing fast and i just don't know how i feel about it all i guess. Not you necessarily. Just everything" i murmur the words, feeling like i fucked them more then anything.

"The Alpha role getting to you?" he asks, surprising me.

"I mean- kind of. When I'm not with you, or training I'm getting ready to take over the title. It's happening soon and I don't know if I'm ready for it. If I'm good enough for it "I pull us into the parking spot behind the pack house.

Branson turns to face me, nodding his head. "It's a big deal. But if anyone can do it, it's you Noah. You're so strong, and so capable of so many things. You put your all into the things you do. You're more than enough for this role. I'm sorry it doesn't feel like it" he murmurs, and the words are so raw, so real I feel them in my chest.

"Thanks pups" a smile tugs my lips. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me"

"Yeah yeah. I'm serious"

"I believe you"

He hits my chest, a laugh bursting from his. "Shut up. Want to go makeout before training?" he asks, his tone teasing.

"Absolutely."

—-

We did a little more than making out, and were late to training. No one said anything, and I guess that's the perks of being Alpha.

I'm making my way to my dads office now, because he wanted to talk to me about something. I didn't see him much after training, because I was with my mate.

Knocking on the door, I pushed it open. Dad stands, a smile on his face. "Hey kid" he grumbles, crossing his arms as he leans against the front of his desk.

Stepping inside, I shut the door. I glance at dad, before taking a seat. "What's up?"

"Wanted to let you know what to expect this upcoming week" it is the start of the weekend tomorrow.

"Okay?"

We've never done this before. So I'm not sure why we are now. Anxiety eats away at my stomach for a moment, but I push it away.

"Next weekend, we're holding the ceremony. You will officially be titled Alpha saturday evening" dad has a huge grin on his face, and i want to be happy. But my insides twist, and I feel like I'm going to puke.

"Well?" dad asks, his brows furrowing slightly.

"That's awesome dad. I'm excited "I force the words from my throat. He nods, happy

enough with that answer. He pushes off his desk, and takes 8 steps to his chair before sitting down.

Knowing I'm dismissed, I leave the office as the anxiety creeps up my stomach, to my throat. As it spreads throughout my body, and my vision blurs.

I go to the only place I can think of in my haze. Blood is rushing in my ears, and my head is getting dizzy. My knocks ramp on the door, before it's being pulled open.

Uncle Ze says something, then he's grabbing my body. And I want to hear him, I do. But I can't focus, and the words are muffled. Like I'm underwater. And I can't think.

Somehow I end up sitting on the couch, my elbows on my thighs as I pant. My lungs are getting tight, and I don't think I can breathe.

Am I breathing?

Then his eyes come into view, and his lips are moving but I don't know what to say. But my mate is here, and he's talking to me. He rubs my arms, saying something over and over again. And I just can't focus on what he's trying to tell me.

What is he saying?

A/N

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