She Is My Alpha | Good Boy x Bad Girl |✔️

Chapter 27 - "Maybe I Can Love After All."

✨Chapter 27 - "Seneca Mordecai's PoV:"✨

"You need to calm the fuck down."

"Calm down?! I don't have to calm down! You calm down!"

"Seneca,"

"It's, 'Alpha'."

"Seneca!"

I turn to him finally, stubbornly glaring down at him.

"What?" I cross my arms, looking away.

"Just calm down." Ezra rises from the bed, walking to where I'm standing. Near my closet's door. He places his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me softly.

"It's just a date." He whispers, and I nod.

Then I shove his hands off me roughly.

"It's not 'just' a date. It's 'The' date." I snap, clenching my jaw.

He sighs.

"Okay. It's 'The' Date. Whatever. Now, just calm down."

I sigh, letting my shoulders droop in defeat.

"I..." I hesitate, "I'm sorry." I blurt out quickly, looking away in embarrassment.

His jaw drops.

"Wha—" He gapes, "You—" He stammers, "Apologized?!" He burbles, "Goddess! I can't believe it!" He bellows, and the next second, he's moving forward and then he's hugging me.

Fuck.

I haven't hugged him in...years.

There is a familiar pressure in the back of my eyes.

I swallow the lump in my throat, forcing my suddenly burning eyes to calm the fuck down.

Alpha's don't cry, Seneca!

I go rigid, feeling a strange sense of something when he tightens his arms around me. I try to stop my hands from moving, but they go up on their own accord, and in a second, I'm hugging my best friend back.

Oh, how I've missed him.

"You..." He blubbers, still seemingly not out of his shock.

I chuckle thickly, with tears begging to spill down my eyes. I squeeze them shut in an effort to stop them, but that just makes them overflow and fall as two big drops on his shoulder.

He stiffens. My arms drop in surprise, and he pulls back, looking even shocked than ever.

"Was that...was that...?"

"Yeah..." I mumble, looking away shyly as I swipe my hands across my eyes, wiping any evidence away.

"Oh My Goddess!" He splutters, "You actually giggled! You fùcking giggled!" He exclaims, throwing his hands up. "Seneca. Mordecai. Giggled! This should be recorded in the fúcking History! Micajah Rye! Thank you so damn much!" He looks heavenward, blowing kisses to the air.

I shake my head, amused by his antics.

"Okay, okay. Enough." I raise my hands, palms facing him.

"Enough? It will never be enough! My best fúcking friend is back! She's back!" He almost squeals, and then he's hugging me again.

This time, I shove him off.

"Don't get used to it," I turn away, dusting invisible lint off my shoulders. He mocks pouts, crossing his arms across his chest.