Lone Wolf (h.s au)

025

Hope.

I'm broken out of sleep when I hear something come into my room, my hand grabbing the lap. Carefully, I peer around the corner and I almost hit the person in the head. The lamp is caught in the hand and Cameron's big brown eyes meet mine, his lips curving.

"A lamp. Really?" he whispers, my eyes rolling.

"Don't scare me like that," I say, his hands grabbing my waist. He hugs me tightly and I close my eyes, his fingers wrapping around me tightly.

"Did you talk to your dad?" he asks, my head nodding.

"He said he knows me and I know him. I just want to know," I groan, falling back onto the bed. He sits on the bed beside me and I look up and him, his hand grabbing mine.

"It's a mate. Why do you want to know so bad?" he asks, my lips releasing a sigh. I sit up, looking at my bare foot.

"I'm marked and I don't know who my mate is. Cameron, I just want to know," I whisper, his lips releasing a sigh.

My head leans on his shoulder and he starts to remove his boots, my eyes closing as he wraps his arm around me.

"I don't want to wait anymore," he breathes out, my eyes opening to look up at him.

"I've had to be so careful about this but you need to know," he says, his head turning to look at me.

"Look," he says, my eyes looking down. I feel everything come at me at once when I see his mate mark in the same place as mine, my eyes quickly looking up to his.

"H-How?" I ask, bringing myself closer to him.

"When I was seven, I first met you," he says, my jaw dropping.

"I first shifted when I was six, way earlier than any other wolf. My brothers and I were rogues before your dad allowed us to enter the pack. You were three months," he explains, my heart pounding. I was only a baby.

"Your mom was holding you and I could feel it. I felt the pull, so she asked if I wanted to hold you. I nodded and walked over to you and I felt everything about you flash before me. I found my mate, and you were the one," he says, shifting his body to sit across from me.

"You never were afraid?" I ask, his head shaking.

"I never left. I wasn't afraid. All I needed was to see you every day and I was fine."

My head nods and I try to process everything, his head leaning towards me.

"I was there your entire life and I don't want to spend another day thinking you don't want me the same way I want you," he whispers, his hands moving to mine.

"You waited eighteen years," I whisper, his forehead pressing on mine.

"I know. Please don't make me wait any longer," he says, my head nodding.

"That's why you were so angry when MJ asked me out," I laugh, his lips curving as he nods.

I decide I don't want to wait any longer and I move onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tightly. My hand winds into his curls and his arms wrap tightly around me.

My eyes close and I feel closer to him than I ever have before. His eyes look up at me and I smile, moving my hand to his cheek.

For the first time in my entire life, I kiss him. I'm far past accepting him and this is far overdue. His lips are soft and I can feel his beard brush my skin as he moves his lips against mine slowly. I don't bother pulling away after he bites my lower lip, my hands grabbing his cheeks to bring him closer.