The forbidden rule (MxM) (A werewolf story)

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I didn't make a sound, or move or say anything. My eyes were glued at the back of my mate waiting for him to turn around and say that he was joking or he was pranking me but that never happened. I knew it won't happen coz this was Dean we were talking about. He never jokes around with things like this.

How did we get here? I don't know but all I know was that I was still taking in his confessions and then he threw that on me. I'm the boy, his fated mate, that was something I wasn't expecting to hear.

For a minute I stopped breathing, I knew I stopped at the way my lungs constricted and the way my throat dried up, still trying to take in the new piece of information my mate had told me or did I hear wrongly? Did he say that I was the boy, the boy he told me about a few days ago who supposedly was his fated mate?

Is it me? Am I the boy his best friend wanted to kill? I'm the boy who made him kill his best friend in cold blood. I was really still in shock.

To be honest, I thought he was kidding when he didn't elaborate more about it that time. How can I be that boy? Me, Kolan Bexton to be Dean's fated mate, the king of werewolves, this might be a dream. I need to wake up, things are happening way too soon.

What does this mean?

Too many questions circling around my brain. For the first time in years, I felt like crying. Tears wailed but I kept them at bay. Why did I want to cry in the first place? I don't know but I really wanted to. Dean turn around slowly with regret full  eyes, I think he wasn't ready to tell me this but why would he keep it a secret?

"Kolan, I'm sorry. I never wanted you to find out like this" All I did was gaze at him not knowing what to say or do. I took in deep breaths fighting the tears to not fall as I continued to look at him still waiting for him to say that he was kidding or I heard wrongly but it never came. I sighed trying to breathe.

"How?" I managed to let out. Dean closed his eyes

"Um, I can't..."

"Don't bullshit me, Dean, start talking now" I growled. I want to know the whole truth now. This had gone too far, he had to tell me now or else he won't live to tell the tale.

"This is not the right place to t..." I cut him off again.

"I think it is," I said lowly, my voice deep and threatening. He sighed biting his lips nervously.

"I d-don't know-" he shuttered, if I wasn't this mad at him, I would have cooed at how cute he looked but I wanted answers and I'm leaving here with them. Dean was about to say something when somebody knocked on the door. Before I even stepped back from him, the door opened revealing the one and only former king. Dean's Father.

Paxton Meeton.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company" Pexton, the former king said moving inside. "Alpha Bexton, nice to meet you" he pushed his hand forward shaking my hand gently. "Congratulations on your promotion by the way" he added with a big smile. He had Dean's eyes, but they don't look alike at all. Paxton looked to be older than the last time I saw him.

Was he sick?

"Thank you, my lord," I say bowing at him. He might be the former king but he still has that respect. His brave son ended the war. Paxon averted his eyes looking at his son.

"Um I need to talk to you," Paxton says looking at the king and me at the same time as if he was telling me to leave but I'm not going anywhere until I get answers. Whatever he wants to talk about, either it waits or he says it in front of me.

"Do you have an appointment?" Dean simply replied with raised eyebrows. My eyes widened, what, his Father has to get an appointment to talk with him? That's new and no matter how much I want to stay here, I think this isn't going to be pretty at the way Dean was glaring at his Father. I need to leave but yet I need answers.