Siren Alpha✔️ [A mmf shifter story]

Chapter Two: For The Love Of Riley

Second Chapter. Thanks for making it this far. Riley(as you can tell from the title) is in this one. Yay! He's awesome.
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Riley

There was a tingling in my spine. I hated that feeling. I knew that feeling.

The same tingling as the day my foster parents came and picked me from the orphanage.

The same as the day the the sheriff came to pick up Dustin.

Something bad was about to happen.

I groaned and got out of bed. "Silly superstitions," I mumbled to myself, willing it to be true. I stopped at the mirror, feeling uncomfortable as I looked at my ribs that were beginning to show. My healthy pudge that I loved so much was weathering away.

I was weathering away.

It was because of my feelings for him.

My Dustin....

The thought hit me hard like it always did. I griped the kitchen table, knuckles turning white, as my entire body shook. My stomach lurched threatening to release all its contents. My body went cold all over and a shiver run through me, even as I felt sweat slide down my face and back.

I was the talking, living,  breathing personification of "love-sick": Shifter Edition.

Dustin is my true mate, although back then he had no idea.

At ten years old, he found me freezing, abandoned in the woods. He was fifteen at the time and so brave. He had taken me home to his mother, told her whatever part of my story I had been able to get out, and then he had told her, in no uncertain terms, that they were keeping me.

I had known then that he was my mate, and the day my body had decided to give me my first hard-on, it had been for Dustin-- and only Dustin since then-- which of course only served to confirm my suspicions.

Once you find your mate, that's it for you. No more hard-ons for anyone else.

Your stomach flips only when that one person walks in the room.

Your breath hitches only when they touch your hand.

Every single beat of your heart is for them and only them.

But that wasn't even the biggest slap in the face. When I was eleven, and Dustin was sixteen, he had brought home a girlfriend, Diana.

A girl...

Dustin was straight and found girls attractive. Yippee!

"Crushed" didn't even begin to cover it.

My mate bond was one-sided.

Cue the endless fevers and headaches.

They were only becoming worse each day, and my weight loss showed it.

"Riley!" It was Dustin. I found it odd because he was whispering.  He was right outside the door of the apartment obviously counting on my shifter hearing.

No knock. He was not using his key. Strange to say the least.

"Shouldn't you be meeting Cole?" I asked as I pried the door open.

My hand fell from the door knob and hang limply at my side. "Dustin?" I asked, quietly,  even though I was afraid to hear the answer.

He looked at me and all my questions simply did not matter anymore.