10 Years... (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Caleb POV

"Caleb, mate," Says Rowan, my beta, when I turn my back on him.

I know, his mate is pregnant. I know, I need someone to watch the pack. And I know that he's really trying, that he really wants to help but I can't help it, Rowan has been the only person to really know me. I just knew that he was my beta, my best friend, my loyal partner ever since he moved here from Australia when he was 11 and I was 10. Sadly, I didn't think that could ever happen. I thought that F- no, don't say his name Caleb - would be my beta. That is, until him, his parents, and my parents were killed. I moved Rowan up to the rank of my beta, and he's stayed in that role ever since.

Rowan looks concerned, his almost-invisible blonde eyebrows are furrowed. I open my mouth to speak, and then feel a sharp pain in my heart, as if someone is stabbing me. I cry out, clutching my chest and falling to the floor. All my senses are muted, but when I finally come to, I realize that Rowan is calling my name with his still slightly accented voice.

"Caleb, mate, what is it?" He asks, even though he knows.

"I hate her," I gasp, trying to get a lungful of air but failing.

"You just need to meet her." He suggests.

"No, I hate her. Never. She's caused me nothing but pain for five years." I grunt, pushing myself off of the ground and dusting myself off.

"I need to go, I'll be late." I hiss, beginning the short walk to the other pack's Headquarters, and sadly getting lost in my thoughts.

Why the fuck did my mate sleep with someone else? I know she feels the pains too, because she always retaliates. I should have expected this, I had some fun a few nights ago. But seriously? She started it. Why did she have to be a dumbass and lose her fucking virginity? I wanted to lose it to her. It's not law, but it's respect. You're supposed to lose it to your virginity to your fucking mate. Honestly? I don't even want to mate with her. I don't know what I'll do once I meet her.

I blink once I see myself in front of a slightly familiar door of a big house. I remember the last time I was here. Ten years ago, when I was 12. I remember running in, ahead of my parents, and looking for another boy to play with. I saw one, an African-American boy, and I went up to talk to him, but my parents held me back. "Do not fraternize with the enemy."

I realize that the door is open, revealing a blonde bimbo leaving, looking pleased with herself, and the African-American boy.

"Hey there, I'm Oli. I'm guessing you're Caleb?" A deep, but not too deep voice says.

"Yes," I answer "Are you the alpha?"

Oli laughs and says "No, beta."

This confuses me. Where was the other boy ten years ago? I voice my thoughts to Oli, and the smile falls off of his face.

"Jason had a few issues. You know, speech issues, social issues, an anxiety disorder, that kinda thing so his parents didn't let him meet people. But he's better now, it's actually crazy how much he's changed in such a short period of time."

"Oh," I say, not knowing what else there is to reply with.

"Yeah, he should be down soon, he needs his glasses." Oli smirks, showing me a pair of thick, nerdy glasses.

"Why do you have those?" I laugh.

"I may have taken the from his room this morning. He would've been fucking that girl all day if I hadn't." He smiles, looking slightly awkward.

"Is she his mate?" I ask, curious.

"No, he hasn't found her yet, so he bangs everyone in the pack. Well, no guys. He says it feels wrong to even think about fucking a guy."