Scott, my alpha (scomiche) AU

Chapter 13: Talk

Mitch's POV

"You know I've been to Beyonce once?" I randomly tell Scott. We're eating dinner at the dining table at the moment. Scott cooked some very good spaghetti. It's good I didn't cook because I have no idea how to.

Scott drops his fork on his plate, "really?" I look up from my food to his face. His eyes are wide open and he's staring at me with envy.

"Yes, it was a lot of fun. We went early so we could stand in the front. And it was a big drive." I smile when I think about it. The concert was amazing and Beyonce was such a queen.

"Where did you go?" Scott asks me. He picks up his fork and starts eating again.

"Toronto." I answer casually. I lived in the woods north of Toronto so we drove around 4 or 5 hours to get there.

"Toronto? That is far." Scott says furrowing his brows. "Why did you go all the way to Canada?"

"What do you mean all the way to Canada?" Why did he say it so weirdly?

A strange look crosses over Scott's face. "Where are you from Mitch?" Didn't I tell him? I don't remember though.

"From the woods north of Toronto." These meatballs are fantastic.

Scott lets out a gasp. "Mitch, do you know where we are now?" Now that he says.... I don't. But it can't be far right? Maybe I just traveled a few kilometres south or north. I would notice if I really covered a lot of distance. I did run a lot though.

"No I don't. Where are we?" I look out of the window as if the trees can tell me.

"We're in Kentucky, Mitch." Scott says, eying me. Kentucky? Like Kentucky fried chicken? Like america? No that's not possible. I would have noticed if I had crossed a border right? They check border.

"Are you joking? How would I have crossed the border? I think I would have noticed." I glare at him. He better not be playing games with me.

"You cross more lands than you think in wolf form and you have been for 7 years. I'm not surprised that you have crossed a great distance." He looks completely sincere while saying this. Of course he wouldn't lie.

So I'm in Kentucky in america. All this time I thought I was still in Canada. So Scott is american. I actually don't know anything about Scott. Only his name and that's it. I had to hear from Lincoln that his parents are dead. Lincoln, I hope he's doing okay. Maybe I should visit him sometime. But first I want to know more about Scott. He practically knows my whole live story and I don't know anything about him.

"Scott?" I hesitantly ask. I don't know if he wants to tell me about himself. I don't even know his last name and he doesn't know mine too.

"Yeah?" He grabs the plates and puts them in the dishwasher before sitting down in front of me.

"I just realised I don't know anything about you. I don't even know your age." He looks older than me but not that much.

"I'm 24. What else do you want to know?"  So he's five years older than me. I kind off want to know about his parents but I'm afraid to ask. What if he gets mad?

"What's your last name?" I'll play it safe for now.

He smiles, "Hoying. What is yours?" He leans forwards and puts his elbows on the table. Scott Hoying. I like it, it fits him.

"It's Grassi." I lean forwards too and put my hands on the table, close to his hands.

"What else do you want to know?" He asks me. He lays his hands on top of mine. I turn my hands around and intertwine my fingers with his. This feels so good.

"What's your favourite colour?" The moment is so nice and peaceful now, I don't want to ruin it by making him mad.

"Uhmm, that changes. I think I like brown now." Scott says. "How about you?" His beautiful blue eyes are staring at me.

"Blue." I blurt out. I blush and look at our hands on the table.

"Can I ask something serious now?" I look up at him.

"Of course, you know you can ask me anything." Scott says reassuringly. That means he won't get mad right?

"How did your parents die?" I just ask straight to the point.

He stiffens noticeably. He retracts his hands from mine and puts them in his lap. He is mad! I shouldn't have asked. "How do you know that they are dead?" Scott asks not meeting my gaze.

"I heard it in the cells. I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." I say quietly looking down at my hands. It's obvious he doesn't want to talk to me about it. He probably doesn't want me to know. Why was I so stupid to ask?

He quickly puts his hands on the table again and intertwines his fingers with mine, "no it's alright. You have a right to know anyway. It might explain some stuff too."

I sigh in relief. He is not mad at me. I know this is hard for him and I'm happy he's telling me anyway.

"The pack was attacked by rogues a month ago." Scott starts, his eyes are staring in the distance. "My dad was still alpha and my mom the luna. We had strong warriors but the rogues were strong. We held on though and almost all the rogues were dead or captured by us. Until two of them planned a secret attack and hit my mom and dad in the back, overpowering them. The rogues bit them in the neck. They were killed that instant. Me and the rest of the pack got them though. They are dead now. The one who distracted the head warrior so the rogues could kill my mom and dad is still alive though, and he is as guilty as the rogues who killed my mom and dad, Lincoln." Cold shivers run through me. That's horrible. But Lincoln said he didn't do it. He didn't really killed him but he did have a part in the killing. "That's why I hated rogues and why it took so long to accept you." Scott says, trailing his thumbs over mine. He's looking at the table like he's ashamed of it. "I'm so sorry about that. I was a jerk."

I stand up from my chair and walk over to Scott. He looks up from the table at me, following me as I walk to him. I sit down in his lap and put my arms around his neck. This is what mates are supposed to do right? Comfort each other? Besides, it really feels good to be in his arms. "It's okay." I mutter in his hair. "I'm glad you've accepted me now."

He kisses my cheek. "I'm glad too." He whispers in my ear.