Their Terrified Mate

Chapter Twenty-One

I flinch away from the eyeliner pencil that Trevor made me buy when we went to the mall and he sighs.

"Come on, man, it's just eyeliner," he says and I feel kind of ridiculous, but every time someone's hand comes close to my face I expect a hit. "We only have thirty minutes before your date, which wouldn't be a problem except you took forever in the shower, and you're not ready yet."

I sigh while looking at Trevor and the pencil in his hand. "I don't understand why I have to do this." I've never worn makeup before unless you count me being a little gremlin going through my mom's makeup when I was young, but I was a kid and I looked ridiculous when I was done.

"You want to look good for your mates, right?" Trevor asks, "make them hard at the sight of you?"

I blush a little at the sexual insinuation, but I nod.

"Then trust me," Trevor says, "I'm an expert at making alphas want to fuck you until you can't walk."

I blush hard at him saying that. Despite all of my experiences, I'm still easily flustered when it comes to talking about sex. And that's something about Trevor I've learned, he's a very sexual being. But, unlike what I'd expect, it doesn't make me uncomfortable. He talks about sex so casually, and always with a laugh or a smile on his face. And I've also learned that his type is strong, dominating alphas, which I think has made me a lot more comfortable to be around him. He has no sexual interest in me.

"Fine," I say, and hold my eyes open while Trevor applies the eyeliner. This time I manage to not flinch and I'm honestly proud of myself.

When he's done, he takes out an eyeshadow pallet that he also insisted I own. "One day I'll show you how to do this on your own, but right now we definitely don't have time," he says.

I nod and gently close my eyes when he tells me to. It feels weird, but I try to stay as still as possible. When I open my eyes, he has a concentrated look on his face.

"Okay, one more thing," Trevor says and he reaches into another bag and pulls out the highlighter pallet.

When we went to the makeup store in the mall, I swear he took fifteen minutes to look at highlighter until he found the pallet he wanted. I had never even heard of highlighter before, but he insisted we get it, saying that even if I never wore any other kind of makeup, I had to wear highlighter. He called it magic.

I smile at him while he uses a brush to apply the highlighter. This is definitely a side of Trevor that I didn't expect. You wouldn't think that a strong beta like him would have such an interest in makeup. It makes me happy.

I've always loved when people have interests that don't fit in with their expected role in society. It makes me feel like I can be myself a little more, even if I don't really know who myself is anymore.

When I was a kid, I always dreamed of becoming a warrior for the pack, even though I'm an omega and it wasn't allowed. I would daydream for hours and imagine leaving the Dark Forrest pack to find a pack that would accept an omega warrior. Of course, it's not in the cards for me anymore, I have Henry to think about.

"Okay," Trevor says when he's done and has put the brush down. He produces a small mirror from his pocket and points it at me. "Ta da," he says, sounding proud of himself.

I look at my reflection in the mirror and I can't decide if I like how I look. I don't look entirely myself, but considering I hate how I look, maybe that's not a bad thing.

I will say that I can't argue with the eyeliner at all. It really makes my eyes pop and the highlighter makes my cheeks shiny. I feel kind of like a fairy.