Forgetting The Painful Effort

Chapter 10

Darrick's POV

"Stop looking at him." Lewis says, which makes me look up to see the young man who walked inside of this room without permission.

He's now looking at the wall with an embarrassed expression.

"Sorry." He says.

"You can look if you want." I say, because I really don't think that it's a big deal.

When I was with the rogues, I used to sleep with other men around the clearing, with a lot of people around us.

I guess that people don't do anything like this here, because I never even saw anyone who was naked, and I was here for over a week.

"It's not nice to look at someone when they're getting dressed." Lewis tells me, but I just shrug.

"You're looking at me now." I say, and he rolls his eyes.

"I was about to sleep with you, so I guessed that it's alright." He says, and I shrug again.

"It's fine. I don't mind when people are looking at me." I say.

Lewis just sight tiredly, but he decides to not say anything to that.

I put my shorts on, and then I sit on the bed beside him, hoping that the man will leave soon.

"Anyway. What do you want?" Lewis asks his friend, and this makes the guy look at him.

"I just wanted to see if you want to hang out, but I guess that you're a bit too busy for that." He says.

Je sounds like he doesn't like that Lewis and I are here together, but I decide to ignore it, and Lewis does the same.

"The Alpha asked me to hang out with him, and I don't really mind, so I guess that I will stay in my room for now." Lewis says.

"Does he know what exactly the both of you are doing?" The man asks, which makes Lewis sigh tiredly.

"He doesn't. But it's Darrick's decision not anyone else's." Lewis tells him, and his friends shakes his head.

"He's just sixteen, and the Omegas can't mate with anyone until they're seventeen." The man explains.

"Well, the Alpha doesn't really care about this." Lewis says.

His friend tries to say something, but Lewis doesn't let him do that.

"Just go, Dior." Lewis says.

"I will talk with you later." Dior replies, and Lewis just nods in agreement.

I look at Dior as he goes out of the room, and I wait for him to close the door.

Right after they're closed, I take my shorts off, and I sit on Lewis' legs again.

"I don't want to do it anymore." He tells me, so I pout slightly.

He looks at me for a while, before he shakes his head, silently telling me that I won't be able to change his mind.

I sigh in annoyance, and then I move to sit next to him, although I don't bother to put my shorts on.

And he doesn't seem to care about it enough to tell me to put them on.