Broken Heart

40 Chris Miller

Kevin's POV

The drive to William's mansion , it was filled with a sense of anticipation. I was eager to see him again, to be near him, to feel his presence. The image of his smile, the sound of his laughter, had been playing on repeat in my mind throughout the evening. The rogue wolf situation had been dealt with, the pack was secure, and all that mattered was being with David

As I approached the house, I noticed David standing on the porch, talking to someone. My heart skipped a beat. It was Chris Miller.

Chris Miller. The name brought a familiar wave of… irritation. He was a pack member, the son of Mr. Miller, a wealthy businessman in our community. He was also an Alpha, a fact that had, for some reason, always seemed to rankle him when it came to me.

Our first encounter had been… strained, to say the least. I had been introduced to him at a pack gathering, a formal affair where alliances and hierarchies were subtly reinforced. Chris had been unusually rude, his tone curt, his gaze hostile. I had been taken aback. I couldn't understand what I had done to provoke such animosity.

I had been about to confront him, to demand an explanation for his behavior, when Rose had appeared. She had come directly to me, her expression urgent, and asked me something about a business deal. In that brief moment, I had seen a flicker of something in Chris's eyes – a flash of… jealousy? Possessiveness? It had been fleeting, but it had registered.

The realization had dawned on me. He liked Rose. He was interested in her. And perhaps, he saw me as competition. The thought had been both intriguing and slightly amusing.
Later, I had managed to pull Chris aside, to assure him that Rose and I were just friends, that my heart belonged to my fated mate, whom I was still waiting to find. He had merely frowned, his expression skeptical, and left without a word.

Speaking of Rose… I did miss her, in a way. She was a good friend, a loyal confidante. But after her confession, her declaration of feelings that I couldn't reciprocate, I felt a sense of… relief when she left. It had cleared the air, removed the awkwardness that had begun to taint our friendship. I valued her, but only as a friend. My heart, my soul, belonged to David.

As I approached David and Chris, their conversation seemed… intense. Chris's voice was low and serious, his body language protective. David, on the other hand, looked slightly uncomfortable, his expression a mix of patience and… something else.

They both turned as they heard my footsteps. David's face lit up with a soft smile, a smile that was just for me, and it made my heart soar. Chris, however, merely narrowed his eyes, his jaw tight.

"Kevin," David said, his voice warm.
"David," I replied, my gaze fixed on him.

Chris stepped forward, his posture rigid. "You're here to take him back, I assume?" he asked, his tone bordering on accusatory. I raised an eyebrow, my patience wearing thin. "That's right, Chris," I said, my voice calm but firm. "I am. Is there a problem?"

He glared at me, his eyes flashing. "Just… take care of him, Walton," he growled. "He's… important." "I am well aware of how important David is," I said, my voice laced with a hint of steel. "To both of us. You don't need to remind me of my responsibilities."
I couldn't help but tease him a little. "Don't worry, Miller," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. "I intend to cherish him, to protect him, to love him with my whole being. Something I'm sure you understand."

Chris's face reddened, and he clenched his fists. I knew I was pushing his buttons, but I couldn't resist. There was something about him, his possessiveness towards David, that rubbed me the wrong way.
David stepped between us, his hand resting lightly on my arm.

"Chris," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "It's okay. Kevin will take care of me."

His touch sent a jolt of warmth through me, and his words… they were everything. He trusted me. He believed in me. It was a feeling that both humbled and empowered me.
Chris reluctantly nodded, his gaze lingering on David for a moment longer before turning to me with a final, warning look. "Just… don't hurt him, Walton," he said, his voice low.

"I would never dream of hurting David," I replied, my voice sincere. "He's my mate. My other half. I would sooner hurt myself." He finally seemed satisfied, though his expression remained wary. He nodded curtly and begin to follow us inside.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of… triumph. I had stood my ground, I had asserted my claim, and David had chosen to trust me. It was a small victory, but a significant one.

I turned to David, my gaze softening. "Are you ready to go?" I asked, my voice gentle. He nodded, his smile radiant. "Yes," he said. "I am."

As we entered the house, David's parents greeted us with their usual warmth and affection. His mother, ever observant, noticed my arrival and the late hour. "Kevin, you look tired," she said, her voice filled with concern. "Have you had dinner?"

I realized, with a start, that I hadn't. The rogue wolf situation had occupied my entire evening, and I hadn't had a chance to eat. "No, Mom," I admitted, a sheepish grin on my face. "I haven't."

Mrs. Williams's eyes softened. "You should stay for dinner, then," she said, her tone inviting. "We have plenty. And it's the least we can do after you've been working so hard." I hesitated for a moment, glancing at David. He looked at me expectantly, his eyes filled with a silent request. I couldn't refuse. "Thank you, Mom," I said, my voice sincere. "I'd love to stay."

The evening passed in a comfortable blur of conversation and laughter. Chris stayed for dinner as well, and while his initial hostility had softened, there was still an underlying tension between us. We managed to engage in polite conversation, discussing pack matters and business affairs, but the air remained thick with unspoken words.

Mr. Williams, was a kind and thoughtful man. He asked me about my plans, about my intentions for David and our child. I answered him honestly, assuring him that my commitment was unwavering, that my priority was their happiness and well-being.

As dinner drew to a close, Chris rose to leave. He said his goodbyes to David and his parents, his gaze lingering on David for a moment longer than necessary. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of… annoyance. He was still too possessive of him.

"Goodnight, David," he said, his voice low. "Take care." "Goodnight, Chris," David replied, his smile polite but distant.

After he left, Mrs. Williams turned to me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "So," she said, her voice teasing, "where are you sleeping tonight, Kevin?" My ears turned red, and I glanced at David, who was blushing furiously. "I… David and I will be in his room," I stammered.

Mrs. Williams chuckled, her laughter warm and affectionate. "Of course you are," she said. "Well, goodnight, you two. Don't stay up too late."

We retreated to his room, the silence between us filled with a comfortable intimacy. The room was cozy and inviting, filled with personal touches that spoke of David's personality. I felt a sense of peace, a feeling of belonging, as I settled into the unfamiliar surroundings.

He and I talked for a while, sharing stories, laughing softly, and getting to know each other on a deeper level. The day had been long and eventful, but being with him, talking to him, made all the weariness fade away.
Eventually, exhaustion claimed us, and we drifted off to sleep, our bodies close, our hands intertwined. I fell asleep with a sense of profound contentment, David's warmth beside me, his presence a soothing balm to my soul.