My Bisexual Mate

Chapter 4

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I have a problem.

Since being so close to Risk in the packhouse kitchen my mind won't let the memory of him leave. It remains within my thoughts as if impossible to remove. I reminisce about his features, his height which I find attractive as it fits his physique perfectly, and his long black hair with bright brown strips from root to tip, even though for many it would not be enough, for me it was more than enough that it has somehow captured my mind.

When he proudly stated that he had sex with someone before he came to the packhouse provoked something within me, and I am trying to understand why that was so. It is nowhere near wanting to lock him in my room or my wolf wanting to pee all over him to mark him as our territory because I hardly even know the guy. I think I am probably able to count on one hand the number of times I saw or talked to him. Since then, I feel like I need to talk to him, this urge to be closer to him.

As minor as these needs are, they give the impression of a mate or potential mate, but I am pretty sure I am not gay as I have never looked at a guy more than normal until I met him. So quickly, he manages to have me questioning my sexuality. Even so, I refuse to dwell on it since the table can turn anytime considering how the Goddess is unpredictable.

I realize since then that I catch myself regularly watching him. When he's at school with those two nuggets like the perfect couple makes my wolf restless and myself sick. It makes my wolf crave pounding on those two nuggets while simultaneously craving to protect them because have you seen them? My Goddess, they are so cute and short to be in the same grade as us, I feel for their mate because they are going to be a bundle of cuteness and mess to deal with.

He treats them well, like how good parents would treat their pups. Putting aside wanting to tear them away from him, it's refreshing to know that he's good with kids since those nuggets act as such. I pity them a bit because I believe without Risk, they would probably be the joke of the school, the punching bag, and the trash they drag around to do whatever.

If I do say so myself, Risk does look intimidating when he wants to be. I realize that no one bothers him, and he bothers no one in return. He's popular but he doesn't care, I remember the day vividly when he made it clear if anyone touches those little nuggets, they'll have him to deal with. He said it so calmly and collected, I believe that is why everyone took him seriously immediately, never once crossing the line even when he was not at school which so far was close to never happening. It's either he loves school, or he makes the effort to always come because of the nuggets but I don't mind because I get to see him more.

Oh, damn it, I am not GAY!

I tug at my hair while I drive home from school today. His handsome face won't even let me think of anything else which is infuriating, his body is so beautiful, and he makes sure everyone sees it, everyone knows what they might have or not have at all depending on if he chooses to fuck them or not. Even if we are mates, he's a top and so am I so how is it going to work out?

That doesn't sit well with me.

My wolf said in a warming tone, and I agree because I am not even comfortable thinking of taking it up the ass much less the actual thing.

Good! And he just huffs and then disappeared.

I pull up at the house seeing his car parked there. I curse over and over wondering if I should just leave and come back later when he's gone or man the fuck up and go inside.

You better man the fuck up Prynse and get in there! He said with his usual attitude and it's a shitty one too. I sigh hitting the wheel then push open my door, roughly grab my bag and slung it over my shoulder then kick my car door shut.