Two Parts Of One [ BxB ]

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Edited

Brian

"So when am I moving in?" I asked Kyle as he showed me around my house. The place was big, bigger than it looked from the outside. It was very spacious and the interior design was amazing, totally suited to my taste.

Whatever the hell my taste was. I honestly didn't know what I liked, as long as it was black I was into it. The house looked like a morden Victorian castle. I was in love. My parents knew my taste better than I did it seemed.

"When you turn twenty two." Ian replied casually with a brief shrug. My heart dropped as I stared at him in shock. "Twenty two?" I exclaimed in surprised. "You are kidding, right? Please tell you're kidding." I begged with a pout.

"Nope." Kyle said, popping the 'p' for extra emphasis. Why were they doing this to me? Was it because I was young? Was this because I was their only son?

"What if I find my mate and they are older than me?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. I couldn't wait to move in, my house would provide a sense of privacy that the pack house couldn't provide.

"Only then can you move in but they have to be mature." I groaned in annoyance as I followed Ian, Kyle and Gregory back to the pack house.

"Where's Aaron?" I asked, I haven't seen him since I last saw him. Greg and I made our way to the kitchen. It was empty save for us as it always was. "I don't know. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him-" Greg began before I cut him off. "Since you last saw him?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yep." He replied, he wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He laid his chin on my shoulder, sighing in content. I guess he was enjoying having me all to himself before I would eventually found my mate.

I bit my lip. I didn't want to find my mate. I was aware that was selfish of me but I didn't want my mate. I wanted Greg. Greg who I knew as well as I knew some parts of me. Greg who I was so familiar with. I sighed, moving away from him.

My heart ached for me, for him, for us. The distance felt colder, I resisted the urge to run back into Greg's arms. Greg's warm arms.

Being around him made it harder for me to try and move on from him. I shook my head, pouring myself a glass of juice. I ignored the sad look Greg was flashing me. I rarely moved away from his touch.

"Why is it so tense in here?" Aaron asked as he came into the kitchen. "Oh, hey." I said, raising my head to gaze at him. We held a trance like stare, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Mine." He growled, stalking up to me. "Oh, no." I said, shaking my head in disbelief as I backed away from him.

No, no, no. This can't be happening I thought.

I was mates with the guest whose vibes I despised the most. Why has the Goddess forsaken me? Aaron. Out of all people, Aaron.

"Holy shit, you guys are mates!" Greg suddenly shouted, breaking off of mines and Aaron's trance like stare.

"What's all this commotion about?" Kyle asked as he entered the kitchen as well. "Aaron and Brian are mates!" Greg exclaimed. Why was he that excited? He knew that I disliked Aaron.

Maybe I could learn to love him. I wanted Greg, I groaned that made me selfish didn't it? Aaron didn't deserve someone such as I was. I needed to clear my head and think straight.

"I need some air. Greg, don't follow me." I said, shifting into my wolf form.

My wolf had grey fur with some parts being darker than the others and icy cold blue eyes with some red pecks around the iris.