Seriously, I'm not Gay

Chapter 4: Dylan

Ps:there will be no male pregnancies in this book. Just so y'all don't freak out on me...it's just fun to mess with Dylan ;)

Suddenly I need space. Lots and lots of space. Miles, in fact. I start to back away from Jackson, nearing the door

"So yeah, I'm glad we could talk this out man! But it's getting late, so imma just head on home for the night." I say, cringing at my own voice. Even just thinking about being away from Jackson hurts..and that scares me more than anything.

"Dylan, where the fuck do you think your going?" Jackson asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Home"

"You are home. You literally sleep here 6 days a week. In my bed, no less." He says, following me over to the door.

"Well, ya know. With this whole mates thing, I think we might need some space before the Moon Goddess does any more witchy voodo." I grab the doorknob behind my back.

"Dylan, most nights I can't get rid of you. And now. NOW, you want to go home?" Jackson asks, looking at me incredulously.

"Yup" I say, slyly opening the door and slipping out. Jackson grabs my hand before I can bolt, though, and sparks fly where his hand meets mine. Then something insane happens. Something shameful. The feeling of his hand on my skin becomes so intense that I actually moan and shudder where I stand. I pull my hand out of his faster than the speed of light, as if he had burned me. I stare open mouthed at my hand, and Jackson stares opened mouthed at me.

That noise. I swear I've never made that noise before in my life. Not even when Macy Miller gave me head last year after we won the football champs.

I make eye contact with Jackson and immediately wish I hadn't. He's giving me a look. An intense, dark look- A look that I know because I've given it before. He looks like he wants to fuck the shit out of me for hours on end, fall asleep, and then wake me up to do it all over again. I open my mouth to say something...and then run. I run faster than I ever have in my life.

I make it all the way to the stairs before the alpha catches me; I practically run right into him. He grabs my shirt and flings me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the room I just fled, my ass high in the air. I kick and scream, but he ignores me. He puts me down next to a very hurt looking Jackson.

"You we're going to run?? In a house full of wolves? Son, I always knew you were dim but sometimes, you shock even me." My head snaps to the right where my dad-our beta-is standing with his arms folded. Jackson's dad and my dad are best friends and have been since they were babies. They're basically just like us, but older.

"Running is not how you deal with your problems. I thought I taught you better than that!"

"You did, dad. Im sorry." I bare my neck to my father, apologizing.

I start to freak out! When did my dad get here! I pale. Does he know...

"So, you boys are mates?" my dad asks, looking into my eyes for confirmation. And there it is. Him saying it out loud makes it feel so final. Jackson, my very best friend  in the whole world-my Mate?? The person I'm suppose to get married to and have children with? How can this even be possible?

"...yes father, he is my Mate." I say, not even able to look at Jackson.

My dad and Jackson's dad look at each other, an unspoken understanding passing between them.