Chance On Me

Chapter Twenty One

Wesley Gray

The week goes by in a blur. We told mom and Will, and they're happy for us. I'm officially moved into the pack house, which is fine. I don't mind it as much as I thought I was going too.

Another thing I asked for though, is to finish my schooling online. It's something we talked a lot about all week, and I just want it. I think it'll be for the best. My anxiety has become worse this week. I've fallen into a habit of eating two pieces of peanut butter toast in the morning.

Some sort of soup for lunch, and then dinner. I've been getting chicken tacos or spaghetti. It's what I've had all week. Jase tried to give me buttered toast for breakfast and I had a meltdown.

Zane didn't give me six meatballs, and I had a meltdown.

Troy gave me lemon water instead of plain water, and I had a meltdown.

Things that would set me off, but I could control are slipping. I can't control it anymore and I don't know what to do. I have a melt down over little things. Little specific things. Like how I was before.

I thought I was doing better, I thought I was healing. But I'm going backwards and it's driving me crazy.

After this weekend I start online classes. I think that will help, or drive me more crazy. Who knows.

"Wanna go get dinner, just us?" Troy asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "Zane and Jase are going out with the pack for a bit"

I slip from the couch, making my way to the bedroom. Troy follows, and I nod, pulling on a hoodie. "Yeah. Hungry "I nod again, and we get ready to go downstairs.

Troy slides his arms around my waist, pulling my back into his chest "You know I appreciate you?" he murmurs, burning his face into my neck. He nips at my mark, making me shiver. "I know what I did and everything I've been doing isn't the best. But I'm trying. I'll be better. I'll be what you deserve sweetheart. I just need time"

He holds me close to his body, and I lean into his touch. "I know," I murmured, rubbing his arms. "You're working on it."

"I shouldn't have left you after that" he adds, pulling his face away from my neck and resting his chin on my head. "I'm so sorry i did that"

"Thank you" I murmured, before slipping away from him. "I'm hungry though. Please?" my bottom lip pokes out, and he nips at that, too.

"Let's go baby"

"Jase calls me that" I point out, and Troy hums. But we make our way downstairs, and into the dinning area. We get our food, i get chicken tacos and water before we're settling at a table in the back corner.

"Have you told Soph yet?" Troy dips his head to my body, likely talking about the baby.

"I didn't. I've barely had time to process it "I admit, and he nods.

"Let us know when you want to tell her. Then we have to make a pack announcement." he keeps his voice low. The dining area is pretty empty, but there is a group in the front corner opposite of us.

"So-"

"Troy!" A girl with red long hair says, as she makes her way over. She has a bright smile, and is about my height. She slides into the seat besides Troy, who I just notice is tense.

The girl's eyes fall on me, and a pout comes across her face. "Aww you're adorable! I'm Charlotte. Who are you again?"

Charlotte.. Like Char? The ex fuck buddy/ friend? My brow furrows, and Troy clears his throat. "Wesley, my mate. I've told you about him. Everyone knows about him" Troy runs his fingers through his hair.

"Aww you're just not what i was expecting at all. You're so- so average" she gives me a smile. My heart stops, I swear.

"Excuse you?" I heard Jase say, and I didn't even notice him coming up behind us. "Did you just call him fucking average? You little-"

"Enough" Troy snaps, and my heart breaks. He's not gonna stand up for me. He was all talk, and when Jase tried to do what he should've- "Calling someone average, is the most disrespectful thing ever. And lets point out that he' gonna be your fucking Luna. So take your petty bullshit somewhere else Charlotte. I'm not doing this with you" his voice comes out harsh and strong.

I can definately see why he's the Alpha. By the end of his little speech my back is as stiff as a board, and I'm on high alert and I wasn't the one laid into.

She stares at Troy for a moment, before slowly getting up. "I'm sorry" is all she says, before she leaves.

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The rest of dinner is silent, and then we head back to our room. Jase stuck around, and when we got into our room, Zane came out with wet hair and in sweats.

"What's wrong?" his brows crease.

"Charlotte called Wesley average, and Troy flipped out on her" Jase has a small grin on his face, and i shake my head. I nudged him.

"You dickhead, you weren't the one called average"

"You're so far from the average baby, that's why it's funny" Jase hoists me up, and over his shoulder. I squeal, pushing on his lower back to push myself up some.

"Yeah yeah"

"You guys aren't mad at me?" Troy asks, following Jase and I into our bedroom.

"Mad at you for flipping out and standing up for our mate?" Jase says, tossing me on the bed. I flop in the middle, bouncing slightly.

"Mad at you for 'not doing this' with her?" I raise a brow, tilting my head. "I'd say it was pretty hot, actually"

"Hot, huh?" Troy asks, his voice darkening. Zane flops onto the bed beside me, leaning on his elbows.

"Are we finally gonna fuck and makeup?" He wiggles his brows, making me smile small.

"You're dirty"

"Says the one who takes three cocks a night" Jase says, leaning against the end of the bed. He crosses his arms over his chest.

"Sorry, should I start taking one a day? I don't think my mates would approve though. They might lose their shit" my voice is full of sass, and i love the reactions i get.

Troy raises his brows, stepping closer to the bed. Jase's jaw clenches, and Zane tsks at me. They can say whatever they want, but once I give an ounce of sass everyone's demeanor changes.

"Maybe I'll just stop taking it at all. I mean, you guys wouldn't care right?" I push off the bed, getting into a seated position. "I technically don't need you guys. I can do it myself "I slip my hoodie off, over my head and then my shirt right behind it.

My skin is pale, and you can see the marks from them really well, but besides that I don't have any marks on my skin. Which is rare. I push my sweats down, my cock bobbing free. "Since you're all just gonna stand there and stare"

I murmur, wrapping my fingers around my length.

That's as far as I get before they pounce. 

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