Two Parts Of One [ BxB ]

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Brian

I found Aaron sitting on one of those swing porch chairs and watching the pack children run around, I think he missed home. Either that or he really wanted a child. Aaron was an odd guy whom I could never really tell what he was thinking about.

I wonder when he's going back because he's starting to irritate me, you know how you hate someone but you're not sure why? Yeah, it was that. His vibes felt really off. I couldn't pinpoint where exactly his vibes felt off but it was just a gut feeling I guess. Maybe my gut would be wrong in the long run, maybe not.

"Geez, Brian. Did you and Greg fuck? His scent is all over you." said Aaron, chuckling slightly as I sat next to him.

"No, Aaron. We did not fuck but we did have a killer make-out session." I replied with a smirk. "Too much info dude." We shared a brief laugh before falling into a comfortable silence.

"Uh, Aaron. About what happened earlier today, please don't talk about mates around Greg." I said, biting my lip.

I mostly neglected using honorifics as I didn't really believe in them for some sorts. Werewolves often used honorifics to reduce people to but their pack status. Using them as an excuse to abuse their Omegas and let their Alphas get away with the abuse of power.

In Ian's pack, everyone was equal and those who were considered less strong from other pack members were protected. It was rare to find a pack such as Ian's. A pack that strived for the protection of it's Omegas.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Why? If you don't mind me asking." He said, sounding really sincere. Why didn't I believe that he is sincere? I questioned myself before shaking the thought off of my head. "Well, you see Greg is a lone wolf."

A lone wolf was a wolf who didn't have a mate. They were not destined to have a mate. In the most cases, they were mates that were mismatched by time meaning one mate either died or wouldn't be born for a couple of generations to come.

Lone wolves had a deep emotional with a certain person. The connection was similar to the romantic love but it was a further from the sexual desire to mate.

A lone wolf and their certain someone could have sex if they want. At least that's what I heard, but it wouldn't feel as good as sex with a mate.

I was Greg's certain person, our emotional connection ran very very deep.

"Oh my God, I didn't know. I'm sorry. Please tell Greg, I'm sorry." He apologized, his sincerity not quite reaching me. Our arms brushed against the other's, sparks shooting throughout my body. I quickly pulled away and judging by the look on his face he felt it too.

"I--- uhh ---got to go. Greg is probably looking for me."

I skipped into the room, Greg was sat on the bed. His sleepy face scrunched up in confusion. "Hi." I said, leaning on the door frame. His head whipped up to me, the corners of his lips forming a lopsided sleepy grin

Greg stumbled up to me and picked me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and connected our lips in a slow lazy kiss.

"Hey, guys. We're back." said Kyle, walking in on our kiss. We ignored him, continuing with the slow kiss. It wasn't the first time Kyle had walked in on us kissing and it wouldn't be the last time.

"Hello, I interrupted you, you have to be interrupted." I broke off the kiss with an exaggerated groan of annoyance. "Kyle, you're back." I stated smirking, getting off of Greg. "Gee, Brian. You're really excited to see me." He sassed with an eyeroll before exiting the room.