Luna

Chapter 12

(Kellin's p.o.v)

If anyone told me I'd bring Vic to my house, I'd look at them like they were high on something and laugh in their face, but here we are. I couldn't bare the thought of going to class knowing damn well that Justin was breathing the same air as me. it scared me to say the least and I guess Vic must have sensed that, so we ended up ditching school and coming to my house. I changed into an oversized hoodie and black sweatpants and went back downstairs where Vic was sitting in the living room. He glanced up at me and turned back to the photo of  toddler me and my mother  his hand. "You're cute," he commented.

"Thanks. It was my fourth birthday," I briefly explained. 

He hummed and set the photo back. We just sat in silence for a while, not knowing what to say. It was obvious that Vic wanted to speak, but it was the first time that he hesitated to voice his opnion. This Vic was a lot more nervous that the Vic who slapped me on our first "hey I'm your mate" meeting. I was no better. I just couldn't believe Juatin was actually here I was hoping that this was nothing more than a dream, but no matter how hard I prayed, everything remained the same. Justin was here in San Diego, and I don't why. 

"I'm sorry," Vic suddenly spoke. I flinched and turned to him, confused. He shrugged and gave a a shy smile. I would never admit it, but he looked extremely cute. It was really endearing, to be honest. "I've been an ass to you. A conceited one. I should have eased you into this, and should have taken the fact that you weren't used to this whole supernatural situation into consideration. I've been giving you some mixed emotions, and the fact that I slapped you when we first met was completely uncalled for, and I apologize. If we're going to be together forever, we have to at least tolerate each other rather than wanting to kill each other every 24/7. I'm really sorry, Kellin."

I nodded and wiped off the dampness beneath my nose. "Well, you have more charm than Justin, so I guess you're not as bad as you seem.  Thanks for, you know, saving me that night at the party," I said. Vic smiled and scooted closer  to me, draping his arm over his shoulder and pulling me close to me. My inner wolf whimpered, begging for attention. I wrapped my arms around Vic's waist and pushed him down into a lying position on the couch, my head nuzzled cozily into the crook of his neck. It felt natural, being in his arms. I closed my eyes and clenched onto his sweater, inhaling his orange blossom and cinnamon scent. I could get off just by smelling him.

"How do you know him? Justin?" Vic asked.

He tried to make it sound casual, but I could trace the authority in his voice. Did he order around his pack like that in that voice? It sounded hot. I frowned and cuddled closer to Vic, if that was even possible. I didn't really want to talk about it, but I could feel myself submitting to his voice. I couldn't help but to answer. "I've known him since we were practically diapers. It just seemed natural that we grew up together since our moms were friends. He was my best friend. I trusted him with everything, like my parents' divorce, me coming out as gay at the age of twelve, the bullying. It just seemed so natural for us to start dating once we started dating in eighth grade. It was... it was amazing for a while. He treated me with so much care and love, and he always defended me from bullies. He was my night in shining armor in a way, but things changed in ninth grade. He was more... rough and demanding. I... was scared, and..."

I kept pausing in between, sniffing. I spent so long hiding it from everyone, never uttering a word. But now that I was actually talking about it, the emotions I felt so hard hiding was fighting to surface. Vic dropped butterfly kisses on the side of my face, silenting telling me that it was okay if I didn't want to continue. I swallowed, forcing myself to continue. "I was scared and didn't know what to do. He was my first boyfriend and I wanted it to be perfect. But it wasn't perfect. He hit me, called me names like fag and queer. I ignored it for as long as I could because I wanted to make him happy. I would cover up the bruises with makeup and no one noticed. I thought that would be it, but we went to some guy party some baseball player was hosting and-" I stopped and broke down in tears. Memories of that night flooded my mind and I couldn't stop the dam from breaking. Hot tears flowed down my face as I sobbed. Vic hugged me and caressed my chin, making me face him. "He took off my clothes and raped me. He raped me in front of all those guys, calling me an easy access. I was fucked by seven guys that night they just filmed me taking them in. I was just so traumatized that night. He fucked me almost every day up until the move. That's when I broke up with him... and here we are."

I sniffed and hugged Vic tightly, sniffling. Vic gripped onto my sides, his nails now claws just digging into my skin. I looked at him and saw his glowing red eyes and clenched jaw. A shiver rolled down my spine, my throat suddenly parched. "It won't happen again," he promised me. He adjusted me onto his lap so that I was straddling his waist, gently wiping away my tears and caressing my damp cheek. "I'll kill him before he even thinks about putting hands on my mate. He'll have to get through me."

I tried to give him a smile and played with Vic's cheeks, tugging at them and squishing them. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking my wrist and sucking on my fingers. "Thank you, alpha," I said. I adjusted my position back to cuddling to him and just laid there for as long as I could. God, please don't let Justin try something!