Saving Isadore [MxM] (An Alpha's Fight Book 1)

Chapter 3

ISADORE ¤ POV

My fingers tangled in my hair, the dark brown strands wrapping around my fist as I fidgeted nervously, my stomach tightening as I anxiously stared at Aaron. As much as I tried to hide my discomfort, I knew I was failing miserably, but I couldn't control the panic I felt at being so close to him, alone within an enclosed space. His scent was drifting around the kitchen and he sat at the dining room table, watching me with those intense black eyes.

He was actually looking at me, he was actually seeing me. He actually knew my name. I didn't know whether to jump with joy or puke, but either way, I offered him what I hoped was an easy smile. I had invited him into my home, yet I had been staring at him like a creep, not knowing what to say or how to act. Thankfully, he returned the smile and although it didn't fall naturally across his face, it was something.

"D-do you want a drink? Have you eaten?" I managed to rasp, debating on whether or not to wake up Nana. Maybe it was childish of me to not want to be left alone with Aaron but I knew that Nana wouldn't let me mess things up if she was around. Somehow I knew that I would have to face this alone, not only because it would be selfish of me to disrupt Nana's nap, but because I was an eighteen year old man with a crush and if I wanted to do anything about it, I needed to be strong and independent standing on my own two feet.

I recalled how Landon had called me pathetic on Monday, how I was an alpha that Aaron would never want. Perhaps it was true, I was unworthy, I was weak and I may not be able to give him everything he needed, not without fixing my broken self first. But if I could just get over my anxiety around him, perhaps he would see something that was worth him giving me a chance. He didn't like the notes I left him, but I would do anything else he asked of me. Anything he wanted, I could try, for him.

"I'm fine, I came straight from home, so I've eaten. I hope I wasn't disrupting you by dropping by so out of the blue like this," he hummed, running his fingers through his own, thick curls and I wondered if he was just as nervous as I was. It was rare to see him so subdued since I was used to hearing him laughing loudly while he played with his friends at school. I wondered if I should have been scared that his demeanour had changed, but I didn't get a chance to ponder for too long.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Isadore," Aaron started, sitting up straighter and holding my gaze. I felt my cheeks heat up as his gaze tore through my body, holding me captive. I froze, although part of me realised that starting a conversation with those first few words could never lead to anything good. My instincts told me to run. But my wolf wanted to stay, perhaps even get closer to the omega across from me.

"You're..." Aaron let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as if he didn't quite know what to say. "You're so nice and passive that it's painful to look at you Isadore. I don't know if you're that kind and gentle simply because of some kind of messed up facade, or if your heart truly bleeds as pure as your actions. I don't know, but I do know that I don't want to hurt someone like you. I don't know why you like me so much, I've done nothing but ignore you, fuck, Isadore we haven't even spoken to each other before today."

I shifted in my chair, tightening my hands in my hair as I frowned, not quite understanding what he was trying to say. I wanted to assure him that I wasn't the unreasonable creep that his words made me sound like, but looking back on my past behaviour, I supposed that to him, I was merely a stalker. He did throw away my notes after all. It was true we hadn't spoken but it was possible to fall in love from afar.

"I-I like you because you're p-pretty and you're kind and even though we haven't spoken to each other, I felt drawn to you. I can't explain why, but it's what my wolf and I want. You didn't like my notes, what do you want? Tell me what will make you happy," I inquired, almost desperately, my throat tightening up. Was this too much? Was I pushing too hard? I wasn't blind, I could tell that my feelings were not reciprocated, but if there was even a small chance that in the future they could be...