Caraphernelia {BOYXBOY}

Chapter Nine

They say that most werewolf relationships only work out due to being 'bonded'. That wasn't true in our case. Our mate bond wasn't like any other. You might have felt attracted to me due to your wolf being attracted to mine and such, however you know that I didn't have such. I was attracted to your looks at first, but as I got to know you better, I fell for you and damn I fell fast. I fell in love with your little gestures, the way your nose crinkled up whenever I played Miley Cyrus as we drove, the way you bribed my dad into loving you by watching an entire Harry Potter marathon with him (even though he fell asleep, you were determined to stay up), the fact that your native Australian accent came out whenever you were passionate about something (which made me honestly blush when it came out whenever you spoke to someone about me), and damn – I love every fucking thing about you.

Thank you.

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I woke up, for the second time, in Arthurs bed. This time I wasn't shocked or scared about where I was. Arthur was nowhere in sight, so I took the opportunity to take out my phone and check the time. The curtains were closed, which left the room in complete darkness. My phone was still in jeans pocket, unsurprisingly. What was surprising was the fact that it was nearly 7 pm! I had slept throughout the day – meaning I missed my afternoon lecture. I groaned in annoyance and sent a text message to Leanne – a girl from my teaching lecture who I knew would have notes and would be willing to email me them. She replied immediately saying that it wasn't a problem and that I shouldn't forget that our teaching practical's start from next week. This meant that we had to go to a school of our choice and teach a subject whilst that teacher monitors us. I still had to attend lectures for other subjects, since this would only be an hour or two each morning.

"Elo", a voice had broken me from my thoughts and I looked up from my phone to see a smiling Arthur. He was shirtless and had a tray of food in his hands. Hm, I could get use to this. He switched on the light, which was a huge chandelier. Hmm, weird. He walked over to the other side of the bed, placing the tray carefully on the bed and then sat with his legs crossed on the bed. He picked up a bowl from the tray and started twisting the fork in it. It took me a few seconds to realise that he was going to feed me, and I couldn't help but smirk at the thought.

"If you keep spoiling me like this, you might have to stop me from pouncing you like Alex and Diego", I suggestively said as he fed me the noodles. They tasted so good that I couldn't see his reaction to my statement as I had my eyes closed and moaned in pleasure. It was that good. When I opened my eyes, he was smirking and there was a glint of happiness in his eyes.

"Well, it's not like I'd mind. It took me 3 tries to get the perfect taste, hence the lack of a shirt", I raised an eyebrow at the last statement, to which he coughed and replied, "my shirt caught on fire because of the stove."

I had chocked on the noodles and Arthur ran out and came back in with a glass of water. I drank it and had stopped coughing, but now I was in a fit of laughter. The thought of Arthurs shirt catching on fire and him trying to diffuse it was too much for me. I could hear him grunting but I continued to laugh, until he cleared his throat.

"And as you can see", he pointed to his stomach where there was a purple bruise on it, one that I hadn't noticed, "this happened. Don't worry though, being a werewolf has its perks". I scoffed in response, I was definitely not worried.

He fed me the last of the noodles and I couldn't help but pout at the fact that it was finished. He only chuckled and took my glass and the bowl and left the room. A minute later he was back and sat next to me. I realised that my parents were probably worried about me, but then I realised that there were no miss calls from either of them. I checked my phone again, my emails too, and couldn't help but scrunch my eyebrows. Which parents don't care about their own child? Well, it's not like I'm their flesh and blood but they usually treat me like their golden child. Maybe they replaced me, maybe-