His Kitten

06

|E M E R S O N|

Emerson awoke with a start, his alarm blaring in his ear. He looked down at himself. He was now eighteen. The tables had been turned. Everything was different now.

He expected to look or at least feel different, but in reality he was just the same. He let out a colossal yawn, his arms flinging back to stretch.

Even thought that day he was technically Alpha, the coronation and all that was until two weeks later. Still, everyone would look at him now and think of him as their leader.

Emerson rolled out of bed, stumbling to his bathroom like he did every morning. He grabbed his toothbrush and smeared an ungodly amount of tooth paste on it, shoving it in his mouth. He scrubbed each tooth until it was a shining a pearly white. He then grabbed his comb and gel, styling his hair into a laid back, sexy sort of way. He knew for a fact that it turned all the girls on. He then smothered the disgusting smell of body odor in deodorant. Adding a spritz of cologne here and there, he felt overall refreshed.

He re-entered his bedroom, making a bee-line towards his dresser. He pulled out a pair of tight ripped black jeans and a blue plaid button-up. He snatched a gray beanie off his nightstand, placing it on his head. He stared in his mirror for a minute. Yup, it was confirmed! Emerson looked HAWT!

Emerson grinned cheekily. He strode out of his bedroom, an air of confidence surrounding him. He felt like he could move mountains, cure cancer, conquer the world. It was one of the best feeling in the world.

Emerson pulled out his phone to see 3 notifications. One was an update on his phone and two were text messages. He swiped to the text app to see what was up. One was a message from Connor.

Happy B-day, f*g! Lol, cya Mr.Alpha

Emerson smiled softly before quickly replying to his annoying best friend.

Ok, d*ck head. Just think, in 2 weeks, I get to order u around as much as i want. 😛

Emerson chuckled before opening the message sent from Clara, a friend with benefits of his. He raised his eyebrows as he read her message.

Hey baby! I miss u... Wanna come over so i can give u ur birthday gift? 😘

As much as that appealed Emerson, he had to refuse. Today was the day that he was also supposed to meet his mate, and he couldn't mess that up by fooling around with a sl*tty b*tch like Clara.

Sorry babe. No can do. Today i meet my mate...😊

He knew Clara wouldn't be happy with him, but he also knew for a fact that Clara wasn't his mate. He felt no connection to her whatsoever. Not to mention the mysterious dream he had clueing that his mate was a guy, not a girl.

Pocketing his phone, Emerson looked around the kitchen. Cain was nowhere in sight. Emerson shrugged, he was probably hiding under the couch or something. He filled Cain's bowl with some cat food, even though he knew Cain despised it.

"Cain! Here kitty-kitty! Come on! It's breakfast time!" Emerson called out.

He expected his cat to come barreling in after hearing his master's voice, but he was disappointed as he didn't see the flash of gray hair hurrying past him towards his food bowl.

Emerson soon became worried. Cain was always by his side. Emerson trailed out of the kitchen, heading towards the living room. Everything was just as he left it. The game controllers were on the couch, the blanket he usually cuddled up with was a wrinkled mess on the corner or the sofa.

Emerson lifted up the fluffy blanket in hopes of finding him, but nothing was beneath it. He dropped it back onto the couch, leaving the living room. He headed towards the unused dining room.

The rosewood table was covered in a thin layer of dust and the China cabinet remained dormant. No sign of Cain, or anything else for that matter.

A knot of panic grew in Emerson's stomach. Had Cain run away? Had he been kidnapped? Was he just hiding somewhere?

"Cain! Where are you?!" Emerson yelled, searching every room in the house.

A small meow came from the bathroom. Emerson sighed in relief running towards it.

"You gave me quite a sca-" Emerson froze as he was met by the sight of a handsome boy, not his cat.

The boy seemed to be slightly younger than Emerson, but not by much. Maybe 16? He had white-gray hair and striking hazel eyes which were now a sparkling green, lined by blue. His frame was small, but his body was lean. Not to mention he was naked. He looked scared, but at the same time relieved. Emerson felt a strong pull towards the boy, but he placed it aside for he moment.

"Who the f*ck are you and why the h*ll are you in my house?" Emerson spat, even though everything in him was telling him to embrace the small boy an do... other things...

"I-I'm C-c-Cain..." The boy stuttered his pink lips stretching as the words fell out of his mouth.

Holy Sh*t!

$$Hey peeps! I know, that was kinda anti-climatic and you all were probably expecting... Sorry! But hey! I love you all and thanks for all of the support! This was also a very early update$$