Chance On Me

Chapter Fifteen

Wesley Gray

"We're staying at the pack house tonight" Troy says, as he pulls on his clothes. My body is exhausted, as I sit back on my elbows. I'm panting slightly, but my eyes are flickering to Jase and Zane, who are tense.

"No" I tug my boxers up, and grab my shirt, slipping it on.

"Wasn't a question" Troy buckles his pants, running his fingers through his dark hair.

"I know, that's the problem." I slip out of bed, and make my way into my bathroom.

"Why are you fighting it then?" He asks, following me.

"Because you don't get to boss me around like that outside of" i wave my hand to the bedroom "That. Outside of sex, you don't get to tell me what to do "I cross my arms. Troy takes a deep breath, his chest expanding. Then he lets it go.

"You're right. It's hard for me, I'm used to being able to tell everyone what to do. Can we stay at the pack house tonight? I have an early meeting and it would make my life a lot easier. I don't want to spend a night without you" his voice is gentle, and i suck in a breath.

"Okay" I nod, as I start to brush my teeth. It's late, and I'm tired. "Getting ready for bed here, then we can go" I murmur, and Troy steps into my space, kissing my head before leaving. I glance in the mirror, seeing the dark marks over my neck. There's so many, and they travel from my neck to my stomach, my thighs. God my fucking ass is probably covered. My wrists are raw from the rope, because ever since last weekend when they used it for the first time they've been obsessed with it.

They say the marking is more so because they can't actually mark me. They say once they do it'll be less hickies, but i don't know about that.

I finish getting ready for bed, and then I'm pulling on sweats and packing some jeans and a hoodie. We left shortly after that.

I walk up the four flights of stairs, and die. Not literally, but it feels like it. Then we're in that same room as before. Troy sets my stuff down in the room that is mine, I guess. I make my way there, and glance at the bed.

I'm tired, and just want to go to sleep. So I slip off my shoes, and get ready for bed. I expect to spend a lot of the night tossing and turning, but once we get situated in bed, there warm bodies surrounding mine, I'm out like a light.

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"Are you staying at the pack house tonight?" Soph asks, as we make our way through the crowded hallway. I shrug, my brows creasing. I don't think we are. She nods, squeezing my arm close to her body.

She has her arm looped through mine, like usual. We're trying to make our way to our last period, but it's not working very well. "How did you like it the other night?" Sophia found out we stayed at the pack house last weekend, and I woke up to her climbing into the crowded bed, without a care in the world. She filled me in on her morning, which apparently started at 6am.

I didn't mind it though, I like that she is comfortable with me, and doesn't treat me differently because i'm not uh, a wolf?

"Gavin has been up my ass too" Sophia's new complaint is Gavin. She says he purposely pisses her off, and he's like an annoying toddler. He's only 15, but she says he acts like a 10 year old.

I guess his birthday is soon, and when you turn 16 in their pack you are able to find your mate. Sophia hasn't found hers yet, but it's only been a year. I guess they start to worry around 20-22. Not too sure about all the rules, though. I'm still learning.

We finally made it to class. I get weird looks from the other uh, humans because of the marks on my neck. They're not little love bites, they're massive bruises. The people I recognized from the pack house don't stare. They nod their head and mind their own business. I like that. Anyway, I sit between Colby and Soph, and we pass notes for most of the class. We always do.