Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 28| Brother (1)

It took a little over a month for Drake's hormones to level and in that time we had developed a bond the was even stronger than before. We began to learn different things about our bodies that we hadn't explored before. Normally, sex was straight forward with his heats. I never wasted time in getting his clothes off. I always felt rushed to be inside of him because I didn't want him to experience his pain alone. But now that I had found the will to at least resist ejaculating inside of him, we both decided to explore all other options. I never realized he was such a gifted person in bed. He could do things with his mouth and hands that made me just as horny as before. He was obviously very experienced, but I had never put his past life and what skills he developed together. It was something that I'd never bring up to him, but figured out on my own.

I looked at the sweet boy as he smiled at me from the corner of the auditioning room proudly. His hands were currently clutched together in anticipation of my performance of Tim Drake, who was the secret identity of the third Robin. Drake's silver banded ring finger made my heart flutter as I stepped in front of the casting directors.

We hadn't made the engagement official, but decided to wear the silver bands on our ring fingers as a symbol of what was to become. We'd eventually tell our families and friends, but we weren't sure when the right time was. Everyone was so busy and getting them all in one place was difficult.

I smiled at my love once more and faced the casting directors. I knew I technically already had the part, but I still needed to make an impression. I wanted this character to embody how I felt and what I thought. It was my first time ever auditioning for something this big. Studio movies either made you or destroyed you and I wanted this to surge my career into the limelight.

With a deep breath, I began to monologue. I let my soul fall into the character, knowing this was more than just some vigilante story. The character was complex and went far beyond just crime fighting. The trauma that made him human. The need for validation from those he admired. The coming of age of a young boy trying to fit into shoes entirely to big for him. It was a story I was fully invested in.

After I was finished, I stood there somewhat winded from giving so much effort. There was brief silence before I heard clapping from the casting directors. "Amazing work Maxwell. I'm so glad that David decided to wait for you. You're absolutely perfect for this."

I smiled with glee, finding out that the legendary director David Fincher, wanted me for the role.

"Thank you. I was worried that you might've found someone already," I replied, while letting my eyes wonder back over to where Drake was supposed to be. When I didn't see him, I had a slight moment of panic. I knew it was just me overreacting, but I couldn't help it. I had become extremely over-protective of him in the last few months. After the whole ex-fiancé situation with Drake and being questioned by the media over and over, I feared people would try to come after him. It was probably me overthinking, but I couldn't help myself.

I quickly excused myself and stepped into the lobby of the auditorium to find Drake talking to his little brother Patrick. The tall alpha leaned down and hugged his older brother, tears falling from his eyes. I slowly approached the brothers, being careful not to impede on what was just said.

"Cookie, I don't know what to do. Mom is a mess. Ever since dad ran that day, he hasn't returned. I'm just worried about her," Patrick explained. Drake rubbed his older brother's back and sighed. Part of me understood that Drake's father would probably never return. There was no home for him anymore. His children hated him and his wife wanted a divorce. Authorities were also searching for him, so it made things a little more complicated. However, I also could understand why Drake's mother probably felt responsible for all of this. Maybe at one point she cared for that man and now that he was gone, she felt like she hadn't done enough. It was a sentiment that was all to common for her.