My Best Friends Brother is my Mate (COMPLETED)

2: I sound like Gollum

Axel Allisons POV

The only thing ever running through my head these days is "Only a few more days" until what? My mate turns sixteen. The beautiful, shy little mess of blonde curls and doe eyes will finally be able to know. I've waited three years, three years and I don't know how I'm going to break it to Amy. My little sister would kill me if she knew it was Alyssa. Amy never shared. She still doesn't.

It seemed like she knew, had a little hunch that Alyssa and I could possibly happen.

Three years.

Three years of watching my mate, knowing I'd have to wait just a little longer for thoes carmel eyes to widen as she blows out the candles on her cake. For her to lock eyes with me. Just like on my sixteenth birthday.

I felt shitty for a while, not knowing if I should tell anyone, which I didn't. None of my friends, not any of my family. Just the family dog... who died. My poor sweet Salazar the second. Amy let Alyssa name the dog. Amy hated the dog because he'd get more excited whenever he see Alyssa more than anyone else. I'm pretty sure Salazar tried to out me on many occasions. Once shoved me into her at a family barbecue.

But after three years, I got good at hiding my wolfs want and purs. My wolf and I just wanted her to know, all on her own, what I want to mean to her. So that sometimes when she sleeps over, she can crawl into my bed and sleep there. For three years I haven't been able to fall asleep unless I knew she was. She was never the first one of them to fall asleep, I could smell her sadness and when I was brave enough, I'd walk into my sisters room and have a quiet conversation with her.

Waiting at the bottom of the stairs wasn't a problem, as anyone who knew me could tell, I'm a very patient man. Have been all my life. Especially when Amy was the little princess of the family and got what she wanted. I'd patiently wait. I've been patiently waiting on something I sometimes can't control for three years.

Most werewolves talk about wanting their mate in a sexual way, wanting to get her in a bedroom and take her that way.

But I just wanted my mate. Anytime I'm near her, her sent. It's so soft and calming I just want to bury my head into her neck and hold her.

And I WANT her to hold me back.

My want isn't the possessive type because I know I have to share her with my sister.

I'm ready to share my mate with her best friend, but my sister isn't. She's said so, to Alyssa, while Alyssa wasn't around. She didn't want to share Alyssa.

I would, but only with Amy.

Blinking a few times I shoved the thought aside, anytime I think about having Alyssa I squirm and want to jump on her like a puppy.

My family is concerned. My mother would brush off the couple of months after my sixteenth birthday as me "Anxious to find my mate" but she was wrong. I was anxious to have my mate. I dwarf her and my sister now. The two having been taller than me when I was eleven, which Amy never let go of, even if my short sisters head came up to my neck, Alyssa barely made it to my shoulder.

"Amy will be down in a second." Alyssa said. I wanted to frown, but with Alyssa none of us did as it had a negative effect on her. I wanted to frown when I noticed her holding her fingers in front of her. She was always nervous, I would have thought it was cute if she wasn't so traumatized. I patted the seat beside me smiling.

"You and I both know what a second is with Amy." I winked, causing a smile to break over her face as she came to sit beside me.

"We seem to be postponing our run." She looked towards me, shoulders relaxed as she sat beside me.

If she knew we were mates I would have massaged her, the mate bond after marking her would relive the tension a lot more effectively that way.

"Yeah, thanks Amy." I snorted, smiling at the giggle she let out while she waited for Amy. I, hopefully not noticeably, stared at her out of the corner of her eye. She had such an innocent look to her. Her voice was soft and she barely lost her temper. I smiled at the memory of the time we took her to the beach for the whole weekend, renting out a beach house. Amy was bullied by three girls while Alyssa and I were getting us all ice-cream, she would have been nine at the time and when she saw one of them shove Amy, they got an ice-cream cone to the head before she bombarded them with words a nine year old wouldn't understand, not swear words, never swear words. Lets just say the three girls left with tears of confusion. I had given Alyssa my ice-cream after that. That was one of the three times I've seen her loose her temper.

I wished her birthday could come sooner, than I could be laying my head in her lap as she played with mh hair. Sounds awfully weird but Amy made the three of us watch a bunch of rom-coms recently and that just looked like something I'd want my mate and I to do together.

Her birthday was in exactly thirty-five days. A little over a month but...

"I'm ready kids." Amy called, stomping down the steps.

"... Amy... Just because it's the same colour doesn't mean it matches." Alyssa blinked a few times at her friends outfit.

"Als right." I eyed her outfit. Two different shades of neon green definitely don't match.

"Shut it you two, I look hella-mazing." She stuck her tongue out before walking out the back door, Alyssa and I scrambling to run after her. "Anyway, no one will see it after I shift." She shrugged before leaping and shifting into a dark amber brown. I rolled my eyes before shifting into my wolf, my own wolf was a dark sandy colour as I ruffled my fur, before my wolf turned to look at Alyssa. We always waited for her to come play.

Wow I sound like Gollum.

We wants the precious.

Alyssa smiled before shifting into the cutest wolf ever. She wasn't exactly the biggest wolf, but she was absolutely a killer... like look wise.

She had a white base coat, then it looked like the hands of the moon goddess herself held the bristles of a paint brush and flicked the colours of grey, ginger and brown onto the coat of my little mate. Her eyes a piercing grey as she trotted up to me nuzzling my shoulder. Her wolf didn't know about the bond, but I'm pretty sure she had a crush either way as she always heeled to me. Head lowered she pressed her side to me.

Her wolf would grow with Alyssa. When Alyssa was still living mainly with her parents, her wolf was smaller than a pup. Cuddling her was simply heaven, even before I knew she was my one and only. Nuzzling her back, the two of us took off after Amy. Excitement racing through my wolf as we ran with our little mate.