The Alpha's Mate

Chapter Thirteen

Branson Williams

Spending time with Noah is weird. Spending my whole life dispising him, spending every day fighting with him. Verbally and physically. So spending last night together watching movies, talking about taking the next step in our relationship- building a relationship? I never, ever thought that we'd be here.

The mating bond changes a lot of things, it pushes us together, pushes us to want things we'd never want before. It makes me feel like, what if it's not our true feelings? Could we ever be in love? Like truly in love? Because I just don't see us really feeling that way, and it scares me.

"You're in your head again" Dyl mumbles. We're sitting in my room working on homework together. We've been working on homework for over an hour, and my mind keeps wandering off to last night.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry "I get back to work, trying to focus on my portion. We split the work in half so we can get it done faster, but i keep fucking spacing.

"Want to talk about it?" he asks, dropping his pencil. He holds my stare for a moment, before I let out a sigh. I drop my pencil, and lay flat against the floor.

"I just don't know what's going to happen. I feel like things are changing, but are they ever going to completely change? Will I ever be in love with him? Will he ever be in love with me?" I chew on the inside of my check, and shake my head.

"What if it changes completely? What if you fall so in love it's sickening?" Dyl challenges. "What if we will always hate each other?" my voice is quiet, and Dylan shrugs.

"What if you guys already stopped hating each other? There's always going to be so many what if's Bran. They will never go away. But you have to take things as they are, and if you want to give it a real chance, you cant let those what ifs control your life"

He's right, he's always so fucking smart. But it's so easy to say don't let it control your life, then actually not letting it.

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School's a fucking bore, and not having a mate that goes to school is even worse. I don't get to see him in the hall, or have lunch with him. We're not on texting terms so it's not like i can text him, hey want to hang?

Or can I? I don't really know our boundaries, but I guess it's only weird if I make it, right?

Pulling out my phone, I typed in his number and sent a quick text. I don't expect an answer right away, but one comes.

Me: wanna hang after i get out?

Noah: pick u up from school?

Me: Sounds good

I feel giddy, like a child being told they can get a toy from a store. I guess that answers my question about things changing. Evolving. Because they are, because it's normal to ask Noah to hang.

And to want to suck his dick.

Maybe.

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"I was surprised you texted" Noah says, as he drives us to the pack house. I nod my head, because me too buddy, me too.

"Guess if we want things to change, we have to change them" I murmured as I tugged at my fingers. The thought of sucking him off played in my head all day. It still is, and it's all I want to do. Really want to. We talked about taking the next step and we're on the same page now.

So technically it would be okay to do it, right?

I'm going to go with that. We pull into the pack house lot, and he puts the truck in park and I glance at him.