Unspeakable (boyxboy)

Authors note at the end!!

Zander’s pov.

Slipping on my vans I unwillingly trudged down the stairs, my wolf on high alert as I mentally shouted to chill the fuck out. Walking into the kitchen trying to avoid the talk of finding a mate with my father, I snatched the keys to my brand new black Dodge Challenger. I was almost out of the garage when he spotted me. “If you find her invite her to the party tonight, the pack will all be there.” I heard him say through clenched teeth as I sped out of the driveway. Ah…all I can say is a huge fuck you to Woodbury high school. Anywhore, I, am Alexander Sebastian Reid, I shall become alpha of the blood moon pack after finding my mate. The problem is, I am gay and the odds of an alpha not being able to carry on an heir and have the alpha bloodline continued are non-existent. So I refuse to search for my mate, which has made my father and a few others a tad bit upset. Walking through the doors my wolf immediately smelled whoever it was but I ignored the strong urge to follow the scent. I refused to because it smelled somewhat girly; like coffee, cigarettes, with a bit or strawberry scent, and um hairspray? Yeah, lots of hairspray, and maybe a small bit of cologne. The smell was sweet like a girl so I chose not to follow her. Walking up to Victoria as she sat cuddling Delilah, her pet snake, I sat quietly next to her. Immediately she asked if I had found HIM yet. That’s what I love about her; she was always thinking things would turn in my favor. She was orphaned when we were small; her mother on the brink of psychosis pushed her father to suicide out of grief from not being able to help his mate. From then on she had lived in the pack house with my parents, sibling, and myself. She was the first person I told that I’m gay. If I were straight I’d do her…a lot, and all the time. Aha just joking she’s like my sister. Well she really is my sister. She’s helped my through so much in life. I honestly couldn’t live without her with me. As I sat with her I smelt the scent again, this time fighting my wolf was harder to control now that he knew her scent.

Rayne’s pov.

I slowly got out of be and immediately grabbed my lighter and cigarettes. Walking downstairs I saw my mom sitting in the deck waiting for me with vanilla coffee. As I walked outside she gave me a worried smile.

            “I’ve noticed you’ve been smoking more latterly…” I glanced up at her shyly and just shrugged. “You know doctor Passman said you could smoke to control your anxiety but shouldn’t take it overboard.” I glance off into the woods.

After a while of me sitting, glaring, and smoking I stood and gave my mom a kiss before going inside to get ready for school. As I put the last touches on my hair, using more hairspray than the average girl probably, I sprayed on my no frizz strawberry yummyness spray…god I could drink it, it smells soooo good. I quickly grabbed my cologne and put a very small bit on. I grabbed my coffee and rushed to the car with my mom. I haven’t been to school in six months…I wish it would stay that was.

            I listened to my mom blabber on about me joining the pack and the pack dinner tonight. I was perfectly content until she mentioned my sixteenth was in four months. At the mention of me turning sixteen brought on the talk of finding my mate. Well I’m gay…mates usually involve male and female. I wish I could be straight. Trust me I’d kill to be normal and straight. I’ve never really been interested in my werewolf heritage…I’ve lost everything and all interest in anything. God I need another cigarette. I listened to my mother go on about how big of a deal male wolves sixteenth birthdays is. As she said the word I visibly twitched. I would never be interested in a mate. One, I am openly gay. Two…the thought of letting another touch me sent me into a panic attack. As my mom pulled up to Woodbury high school I pulled a cigarette from the pack. My mom swatted it away telling me to put them away while at school. Fuck that, it’s high school, people crowded in halls and having to talk. Well I am Kory Rayne Zanders, I am mute, covered in hideous scars, and unwanted by all. My mom always tells me to stop dressing in long sleeve shirts or wearing hoodies, dress brighter. The darker it is the easier I am to hide. She asks if my wristbands are needed at all times. I say I take my pills. Even strong enough for a wolves system they don’t numb the pain or the taunting in my head. The incessant thoughts reeling through my mind of the what ifs and how comes. I never want a mate, mine wasn’t there for me. Mine wasn’t there to protect me eve if she could. I’m gay and don’t want a girl. All I’ve ever thought of is my big strong mate holding me when I’m sad or upset. To stay awake with me at night when I have horrible dreams. He never came. I couldn’t mate with a girl. She’d be as strong as me if not stronger. I have no reason to be on this earth, to be alive. So here I am getting drug into the school office by my mom. I glanced up into what seemed to be the courtyard. I saw a tall boy in dark skinny jeans wearing an Alesana t-shirt with black shaggy hair as he looked up I noticed is snakebites, and the most beautiful blue-green eyes I’ve ever seen. I looked next to him and saw a small girl with black hair…and a snake? I was snapped out of my thought as I heard my mom explain I don’t speak, I haven’t in six months, and I never will again. I refuse to. My brain won’t let me, and my body won’t let me. The woman at the desk gave me a strange look as my mom explained to her. I glanced back at the courtyard as the boy sniffed the air…maybe he was a wolf to? My mom tapped my shoulder

            “He’s the alphas son, he just turned sixteen today.” She said with a wink. As my mom walked away I walked to class. What’s going on with me, I haven’t been like this in forever, and I haven’t shown interest in anyone in my mom. What’s going on?…I continued into the English classroom and sat in the desk as far away from everyone as I could. Today IS going to be hell.

Zander’s pov.

I glanced up from where Victoria and I were sitting, as I smelt the scent for the third time. As I looked through the glass window I saw a small and scared looking boy. All I could see was the back of him; he was in red skinny jeans and had blonde, almost white hair. As he turned around I noticed the deep blood red streak in his bangs, the saddest looking hazel eyes, with tiny gold specks. The kind of eyes that looked like they held a million secrets. He had his septum pierced also and was wearing a sleeping with sirens shirt.

            “He’s upset, I can feel his emotion from here. Kind of a mix between abandonment, despair, and pure sadness and heart break.” Some people’s wolves can sense things…not all, just some. Victoria can sense feeling extremely well. Well not Victoria but her wolf. People always say dogs know how you’re feeling. We are NOT dogs though. I looked up in time to see him speaking to his mom…well she was speaking he just stood there. After that all I could think of was the small, adorable, innocent looking, sad boy and what Victoria said as I walked to English class.

Okay so I changed a lot from the original first chapter. It took like four tiring hours of ADHD, music, and my puppy to get through this....I'll start the next chapter but it won't be up until tomorrow...or maybe i'll make you guys give me votes for it...hmm...PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK...AND THIS WILL HAVE A LOT OF CURSING AND PROBABLY SEXUAL THINGS...OR TERRIBLE FLASHBACKS FROM RAYNE...if it triggers something in you...i'll give you a warning before hand and you can skip it...okay bye bye cunts I'll go write the next part.