I Need A Hero (BOYXBOY/MPREG)

Chapter 2

Sterlin's POV:

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

"Ugh you've got to be kidding me whyyy?!" 

Today was the day. I'm 18. Yup, the big one eight. I guess I should be excited because today's the day I find my mate and, my wolf has been restless doing his own little happy dance. If you haven't guessed yet I'm a werewolf. Yes werewolf are real in fact so are vampires, witches and warlocks, even some breeds of Banshee's and fairy's exist. Well the elemental kind do. There's one breed that had long sense died out; the "vita et mors" or in english the Fairies of life and deah. Not much is known about them except apparently they died out years ago. Well enough history lesson it's time to get dressed because God know that is pops..

"Sterlin Alexandar Pierce! Get your butt up now!" See what I mean? 

"Yes pops!" I replied. Stretching my hands over my head I listened to the satisfying 'pop' of my back muscles.  Swinging my legs out from under the covers I let out a yawn before standing up walking to my dresser wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. After opening to draw and finding a fresh pair of underwear I head over to my connected bathroom turning on the shower head waiting for the tempature to adjust. As I wait for the water to come to tempature I find myself humming one of my pops favorite songs, "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey. Shaking my head to rid myself of the song and strip of my underwear stepping into the steaming shower allowing the droplets to fall over me. I stand there a moment thinking of what may happen today. Will I find my mate? Will they go to the same school as me? Will they even accept me? God Sterlin just breathe I'm starting to freak myself out. Of course they'll accept me we're soulmates after all right? I have faith. They'll feel the pull to me just like I'll feel one torwards them. I ponder the thought before grabbing my vanilla cherry scented body wash. What? It smells good. Besides no one wants a smelly mate. After rinsing my body and washing my hair I turn off the water stepping out of the shower. Wiping off the steam covered mirror I stare at my reflection examing my newest tattoo the rose on my thoart. Lets just say dad and pops weren't the happiest when I come home with ink I couldn't easy cover up with a t-shirt. I'm still hearing crap about it. Never-the-less nothing we can do about it now. Examing my toned, defined body once again I decide that's enough staring and step out from the bathroom, and into my bedroom.

Pulling out a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a Pierce The Veil tee I quickly get dressed lastly pulling on a pair of grey TOMS. I make my way down the stairs to the kitchen greeting a few pack members along the way. "Is that bacon I smell?" I ask. "Yes and french toast. Now go sit down at the table." Pops said from beside the stove while flipping the crispy bacon. I love it when he cooks, even with his busy schedule at the pack hospital. Pops works in the maturnity ward assisting all the she-wolves give birth. "Oh and while your at it bring this coffee creamer to your dad. God knows he's forgetful." He says with a chuckle. "Yes sir!" I say giving him a fake salute. "Haha very funny smart ass now go before i throw a piece of raw bacon at your head." 

Sitting down at the table I slide the coffee creamer over to dad who's currently going over Moon Maiden pack papers and request for new housings for newer couples that have been mated. Some excpecting pups along the way. "So how many is it this year dad?" I ask tapping my finger on the table. "Not many, four this year." He sighed. I can tell the pack responsablity are starting to put a weight on his shoulders what with the bags forming under his grey eyes. Eyes an exact match to my own. "Okay my darlings here you go! French toast and bacon the birthday boy's favorite." Pops came waltzing in with two plates in hand. "Thanks pops it smells great!" I commented digging in to my french toast shoveling forkfuls in my mouth. 

"Slow the hell down Ster or you'll choke and then you'll die, never find your mate and then  your dad and I will never have any grandbabies!" Pops yelled dramatically.