My mistake

A chance

Pick was paranoid. He felt that if he left Rome alone, he'd disappear. He was afraid to lose his mate. That was the reason why he came out of the bathroom after ten minutes.

"P? Did you take bath?" Rome asked, shocked.

Droplets of water were falling from Pick's hair. He was panting for some unknown reason.

"You're here." He whispered only to reassure himself.

Rome felt his heart clench at that. He had never seen Pick so afraid. Without wiping his hair, Pick rushed towards Rome and hugged him. He smelt Rome and tried to calm his own mind. Rome took his towel and started to gently dry Pick's hair.

"I'm here. And I'm yours." Rome said softly to Pick.

Rome didn't know what he'd do about Bright. But if he gave false hope to Bright, he would surely be wrong. He had fallen for Pick long back and even though, he didn't want to, Bright's heart had to be broken. But again, he didn't even know what Bright felt for him. Bright had only helped him.

"I felt it Rome. And I know you felt it too. You are mine."

Rome squeezed his eyes shut. He remembered each and every word Bright had spoken to him. Why? Just why had god been so cruel to him? Why did he have to break a heart as pure as Bright's?

"Excuse me?" A maid knocked on the door, "Master, the breakfast is ready."

Pick didn't reply. He just pulled Rome even closer to smell him better.

"We will be down in five minutes!"  Pick growled. He wanted his mate's attention. The maid left in a hurry.

"P'Pick, we need to go down for breakfa- ahhhhhh. P'Pick! Stop!" Rome moaned when Pick licked his mark, Pick's mark. He was further establishing his claim.

"They must know who you belong to." Pick growled before he sinked his fangs on Rome's mark. Rome grabbed Pick's hair in desperation.

"Now, we can go." Pick licked his fresh mark and smiled satisfied. Rome blushed.

When they entered the dining hall, everyone was already seated. Pick almost rolled his eyes when he saw his parents, two aunts and two uncles there. All of them had basically disowned him for having a male mate. Pick squeezed Rome's hand. He was not going to let his family insult Rome.

"Oh Pick, you came! Sit down here!" Mrs. Adulkittiporn had a shine on her eyes that was absent in their earlier encounter. Rome felt a little better after watching her get up from her seat to welcome Pick so lovingly. Rome thought that it might be because she had forgiven Pick for bringing Rome home. With time, maybe they'll accept him too.

Pick gave a soft peck on his mother's cheek before settling down on a chair next to her. Rome stood awkwardly not knowing what to do. All the seats were taken. There was no place for him.

"Rome. Come here." Pick smiled at him. Rome didn't move. He was hit by a sudden realization that he indeed had no place there.

"Rome?" Pick asked urgently sensing how lost Rome was. He had wanted to place Rome on his lap to show his family that he wasn't leaving his mate at any cost. If only he could feel what Rome was feeling, he would've been more obvious in his actions. But there was someone else who could feel Rome's insecurity.

Bright got up from his seat and rushed towards Rome. He held Rome's wrist and started dragging him out of the hall. Rome did not protest and Pick's face fell. There was a certain something he was feeling; some feeling which might be a cocktail of jealousy, anger and fear. He got up from his seat so fast that the seat fell down.