Cold Rejection

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I shall not tell a lie! I almost went to bed without posting. One of my sisters mentioned a story and I suddenly remembered that I had not posted the chapter I prepared for today. Feeling grateful? Anyway Vote, comment and bare with me!

What could possibly happen to make this possible? To justify the change from hate to affection? From the person that was thrown away, brought back and put in charge of curing the fatal. To the man that he was now. A week seemed too short to entail such a change and two felt no different.

Sharing a home, meals and a bed. To stand at one end of a wide sink, brushing his teeth while his mate stood at the other and the boy whom he read to at night, comforted and looked after when his father wasn't there, between them. Blue eyes would glance from alpha to omega every so often, a foamy grin of delight offered to both. And Hazel would smile back.

What happened to his distaste, hatred, and sadness?

He made a decision to move on from the blaming and denial but should it be this easy?

This effortless to be by his mate's side and have no problems?

It all seems too impossible.

That he'd be this integrated into the Klay family, that he'd come to care so greatly for the child that embodies Zander betrayal and look at the man that once rejected him yet hold no malice nor hesitation.

He felt lost and found at the same time, both confident and insecure in his position. Things were going too fast and yet, though they shared a bed, that first day in the office, was the most intimate they had been since he agreed to try.

Too slow? Hazel felt so!

But the quickening of his heart was from both his attraction and desire to be in his mate's arms as it was to stay away, keep distance and remain guarded behind the ruins of the walls that crumbled under a simple glance of imposing dark eyes. Yet it was he who made the first move.

His eyes simply couldn't be torn away from thin inviting lips. He couldn't stop running his tongue over his own, the memory of the way it felt, tasted and the scent of mint chocolate that hazed his gaze in lust and attraction.

Vince was gone, spending the day at his friend, Ripper's, house. It was a Saturday and the four-person couch seemed narrow shared by both alpha and omega.

The TV was on, but Hazel senses only register Zander, how close he was despite they both sitting at extreme ends. His scent both comforting and alluring, and when hazel eyes met dark, there was a magnetic effect. At once he found himself straddling Zander's lap, their lips joined. One hand pulling his mate closer from the back of his head while the other ran up and down the alpha's back. He could fell Zander's grip on his waist, his hold both possessive and comforting as their hips grind on one another.

It was sloppy, slightly awkward and exhilarating.

The sounds of the movie they had been watching, some action film, filled the background giving way to their speeding heartbeats and quiet gasp.

Hazel pulled away, his breath coming out in pants as he lay his forehead against Zanders, shut his eyes and simply breath in the scent that his wolf recognized as his mate's.

His skin felt flush, his fingertips both numb and tingly, and when he listened closely, he could hear Zander's heart, beating in sink with his own.

When he reopened them, it was to stare into dark eyes which mirror everything he felt. And as the haze cleared from his mind. The lust, the want bothered with need, the passion gave way to confusion and hesitation.

Wordlessly, they both understood, that though they wanted this, wither they were ready for what came after was uncertain.

But when Zander closed the small distance between their lips in a chaste kiss, quick and short, lacking in no desire or passion. Instead, Hazel felt the desperation the alpha wished to convey. It reinforced his will to continue.