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Chapter 3
Damien/Dy POV
I snapped back to reality. Unconsciously, I had hidden my face with my pad paper. Taking a peek, I met Kirk’s sad gaze. Guess I wasn’t the only one reliving memories. I was tempted to tell him the truth. I was supposedly to become be his Beta!
Marco had to open his ugly mouth and ruin the moment. “If you’re done drooling dog, we’d like steaks, rare.”
Kirk suddenly growled under his breath snapping Marco’s eyes wide open. Adrian looked like he was about to flee. To call a pack member a dog was an insult. Not that it mattered, I was packless. However, the last thing I needed was a fight to brew in the diner and getting kicked out. I needed this job and I was being paid above minimum wage here. Packless, remember? I don’t have the support of the pack and I wasn’t relishing the idea of being jobless.
I coughed discreetly. “So that’ll be three steaks rare sir,” I looked at Marco and he smiled evilly at me as I repeated his order. I couldn’t help myself as I added, “And a doggy bone to shove up your ass.”
Marco paled as I smirked. His eyes turned yellow as he growled, about to pounce me.
“Sit.” Kirk drawled.
I almost did. Marco slammed his butt into his chair which drew the eyes of my boss and customers.
Sighing inwardly, I started to walk towards the counter. Timidly, I gave Kirk a side glance. He was staring at me intently. I gulped and walked faster. “Three steaks rare.” I thrust the order through the kitchen window.
The chef looked at the order with disdain. Well he was Italian, I think. An Italian chef in a diner. “Who orders rare steak these days, beasts?”
I snorted, he wasn’t far from the truth. “I prefer mine well done.” I glanced at table seven and saw Marco’s ears perk up, trying to listen in on me. I pursed my lips in his direction and blew. Marco clapped his hands to his ears in pain and almost yelped. That was one trick my mother taught me. I laughed silently.
“Three steaks, rare.” The chef pushed the tray towards me. I heaved the tray as I mentally prepared myself. This was going to be a long night…
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My shift was over without any more events. I was tired. Yawning, I stood by the door. Out of habit, I expanded my senses. I can’t be too careless. There were incidents in the past. I stopped mid-yawn. If what I was sensing was correct, there were three werewolves in the alley in front of me.
No biggie, I can evade them easily. Masking my presence, I walked silently along a wall out of their line of vision. They won’t be able to even smell me as I take extra precaution to hide my scent every day. I heightened my senses so I could tell if any of the three were trying to flank me.
“DAMIEEEN!” A shrill cry almost knocked me over. Similar groans of discomfort from across the alley made me smile with grim satisfaction. Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, I turned to face Miki.
“Yes, Miki my shift is done. And yes you can go warm up the car now.” I tossed her my keys. Miki was learning how to drive and she uses my car a lot to practice. She takes care of my car not to damage it… much. It was a beat up convertible anyway. What’s important was the inside.
Groaning inwardly, I turned around to face my approaching stalkers. “So what do you want?”
“You.” Kirk’s double meaning answer left me speechless for a few seconds. He took silence as an opportunity to order his goons away who were hovering by his flanks protectively.
“But alpha! We can’t leave you with this outcast.” Marco whined. I look at Adrian, he only looked back at me thoughtfully.
“Are you saying I can’t handle an outcast?” Kirk growled.
Marco sputtered. Suddenly it made sense. Kirk didn’t have a Beta; Marco and Adrian were competing for that spot. It hurt knowing that. When I was in front of my Alpha… My Alpha. I smiled bitterly. He was more than that… I wanted him to be more than that. I glanced downward guiltily shuffling my feet.
Finally Marco huffed and left. Adrian dragged his feet casting questioning glances between me and Kirk as he left.
I was left facing Kirk who only looked at me with an unreadable face. I shuffled my feet as I was about to leave. Kirk’s growl stopped me.
Groaning silently I forced myself to meet his eyes. “What?” This was not how I planned to spend my off.
“I missed you Dy.” Kirk’s heartfelt whisper caused my heart to trip. Did he really mean it? Doubt was filling my mind as I searched his face for the truth.
“This is awkward… Kirk.” I swallowed and turn my gaze away from him. “You’re not supposed to see me. Heck I’m not even supposed to see you. What if someone knows?”
Kirk slowly released his pent up breath. He remembered how angry his father had been at me. The inner pack wanted to execute me as an outcast. It was the first time in centuries that an outcast was declared to die. However only my friendship with Kirk saved me as his father banished me instead.
Rubbing his neck, Kirk struggled to speak.
I beat him to it. “Look Kirk, forget about me okay?” I looked everywhere trying to avoid looking at his face. “I can’t shift, I can’t turn into a werewolf. I have no place in the pack.”
“Dy!” Kirk growled. “Lots of outcasts live with our pack. You know we treat outcasts with respect. It’s the first time in many years since an outcast was banished.”
Losing my patience, I snapped at Kirk. “That’s my point! I’m not just an outcast Kirk! I’m unchanged!”
I was now gasping as raw memories clouded my eyes. “I can’t even transform into a simple wolf form or demi form. I can’t live with that, knowing that I’ll be around people who could! Even outcasts can transform for short periods!”
Sympathy was written all over Kirk’s face and I hated it. A week after I was banished from the pack, I waited silently for my weaning to be over. Night turned to dawn, the moon dipped as sunrise shone, I sat in my room weeping, still a human. Kirk’s father did the right thing to banish me. If outcasts were rare, an unchanged werewolf was even rarer.
“Things can be different now!” Kirk suddenly closed the gap between us enveloping me in a tight hug. “I… found you again. And I’m not letting go.”
I squirmed in his arms intending to break free but I was emotionally tired. “We’ve been together in school for four years you know…” I mumbled into his broad chest. I knew Kirk wanted to talk to me but I always evaded him. Right now, I was tired of running away. My arms ached to hug him back.
“I know…” Kirk whispered into my ear. “The thing is… I’m not sure but sometimes I feel that you’re my mate…”
The shock propelled me out of his arms as I looked at his face if he was joking or not. “Say what?!”
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AN - Just added one sentence to explain why they haven't talked to each other in four years.
~Bentobear
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