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

Chapter 24

ISADORE ¤ POV

That night, I had returned from my date both physically and mentally exhausted, but in the most positive way I'd ever felt. Instead of my muscles aching from violent seizures, or my mind aching from overwhelming thoughts, my arms and legs were sore from slowly walking multiple times around the lake. My mind was blissfully happy and satisfied, endorphins buzzing around my brain, leading to a sleepy kind of exhaustion I welcomed.

I'd walked Aaron home after hours spent talking, eating and touching one another. He'd been beaming the whole time which I'd taken as a sign he'd had just as much fun as I had and part of me was pleased and relieved. I'd been terrified that I wouldn't be able to impress him or show him that I could be everything he wanted and needed during our date. I'd lacked confidence.

But now... I felt like I could do anything. The confidence made me stand taller and smile brighter. I felt like I could carry the world on my shoulders now. Me, a loner, a broken alpha, an alpha I believed could never be loved... I'd actually gone on a successful date with an omega who liked me, wanted to get to know me and wanted to... love me. It was like a dream.

As I stepped inside the cottage, I thought about the parting thoughts Aaron had left me with. Thoughts about adopting a service dog to assist with my seizures and give me more freedom to find my own independence and passion in life. Aaron seemed to think that with his help, I could find self love and I was willing to believe in him. I made a mental note to do my own research before I talked to Nana and Dad. I didn't want to get too excited just in case a dog wasn't attainable.

I hadn't hung up my coat for five seconds before loud voices called out to me from the brightly lit living room and my heart - which already felt full enough to burst - swelled like a balloon. I giggled, rushing into the room to meet my family, absolutely delighted to find that they'd all waited up for me to return.

Even Nana was sitting in her armchair smirking, and despite looking pale and exhausted, she'd actually made it out of bed, for me. I swiftly made my way over to her side, pausing only to kiss dad on the cheek and then Maverick when he puckered his lips like a silly duckling. I took the warm bowl of chicken broth he'd been feeding Nana and took up the delicate task, wanting to be closer with her after spending the day away.

"So, don't leave us hanging, tell us how it went," Dad prompted with twinkling brown eyes and I beamed at him. He sat beside me and Maverick made himself comfortable on the floor in front of Nana's blanketed legs. My cheeks flushed with heat under their expectant gazes, but I could hardly complain. This was all I'd ever wanted - for a family to support me, show interest in my life and love me all the more for my achievements. This was everything. This was the perfect end to an already perfect day."

"It was... amazing."

...

Two weeks passed. Two weeks of waking up early in the mornings so that I could walk with Aaron to school. Two weeks of knowing what it felt like to feel real companionship and friendship and romance. We were together as much as we could be during the school day, sitting beside one another during the classes we shared and seeking each other out in the corridors between. We ate lunch most days together in a deserted classroom or out under a tree on the field. Other days, he'd invite me to come and watch him play football with Oliver and the other omegas.

The more time I spent with Aaron, the more I learned about him. He was extremely physical with his affections and most of the time, his touch was unconscious. He'd hold my hand whenever he could, whether we were walking or sitting and when I was sitting. It was like a magnet between us made sure we were always in contact. He'd make himself comfortable in my lap as though it was second nature to curl himself up on my thighs. When he wasn't holding my hand or sitting on me, his slim fingers were in my hair, he was wrapped around my back like a cuddly toy or he was kissing me feverishly.