Chapter 19

Taking the towel, Al spun on his heels and wrapped it around Cyrus securely being cautious not to brush his rough skin. He also didn't sneak peeked his mates private area, even when they had the same biological default male genital.

A penis, although Al's was...legendary. (I can't! Someone send an ambulance! Al's ego has reached to infinity & beyond!)

The Alpha has to treasure surprises for the night of their spicy honeymoon.

Cyrus pushed Al's firm chest and The Alpha took a wide strides backwards, raising his hands to show he wasn't going to try anything. Al already got what he was looking for, and this only bothered him further than how he originally thought. Grims accusation was right and he dreaded to admit that.

Cyrus didn't react to Al.

No feeling of sparks crawling into his arm and spine, when the boy punched him Al would have caught a glimpse of emotion cross his tough vacant face. Though nothing came into the black haired boy's features just...hatred.

That was certainly projected to him.

It left this achingly numbness to Al.

Cyrus would reject him once he knew.

Their mate bond and future chances of a relationship with each other was damned from the start, Al would just rather drink a Wolfsbane smoothie or dive into a silver spike pit, than have to listen to Cyrus actually say he hates him and reject their mate bond that tied them together, Al shouldn't spiral down into his...wallowing all over again.

Just when Al thought, he was finally escaping his nightmares that clings to keep him there, he can't be depressed.

Al wasn't born with that privilege.

Not when everyone surrounding him was counting on The Alpha to become their leader and run the Nightwalker pack, Al wasn't that big of a douche to leave his goodie-two-shoes brother the position either. Shane wasn't fitting the bill to become the Head Alpha for Al.

It also had everything to do with his confirmed mate; Cyrus. The boy was this unknown being and Al can't risk exposing their kind to humans unless they are marked, this just complicated his decision making process. Because if Cyrus didn't feel their bond, or Al's touch had zero effect towards the boy, and he can hit him without a hint of doubt.

Why was Al the only one who did?

How come he alone felt their bond?

Was it because Cyrus was a human?

Or much worse, was Cyrus a...Rouge.

A Rouge that would deny their bond.

Leaving Al to suffer from heartache.

I can't go through that hell, not again.

Al's eye twitched, to the unanswered thoughts that imploded his mind and ran his colossal fingers to his golden main. He breathed out then sat down onto his large bed, Al turned touching the clean bedsheets that were made neatly in place. Most likely by Cyrus himself who was slumped onto his desk, striking his pen to paper and glaring at him occasionally. Al blushes looking away, because a half-naked freshly showered mate was still gonna make him go wild. Fuck, he was whipped.

The Alpha then flinched when this notebook fell onto his lap, he glanced up and Cyrus thrusts his chin to the material. Al blinked, and pointed at himself confused he heard the boy let out a frustrated sigh, as though Cyrus was talking to some five year old. But this was Al, the devil himself. Had it been someone else who was standing in front of him, The Alpha would have kicked or hit them relentlessly around their body parts becoming consumed of boredom, Al wasn't a gentleman too.

He was a slave of lust and pride.

With the exception of Cyrus and his first love, Al solely behaved this way to him now because, once upon a time he knew how to be caring and loving.

Clearing his throat, The Alpha reads it carefully. : "I won't hold it against you for having such a mental disorder. We're just humans that make mistakes though, I don't think me giving you that shiner wasn't wrong of me, correct?"

Al's bright amber gaze turns to Cyrus.

"Yeah...my bad, that was reasonable enough of you to punch me like that."

He pointed back onto the notebook and Al nods. : "But what you did to me was highly INEXCUSABLE and if you do anything like that again. I really can't guarantee I won't kick your ass all the way to the sun." The Alpha chuckled a bit, fascinated by his mate's words.

Cyrus frowned and he flickered Al's head to gesture. : "Don't laugh about it."

He continued. : "I had to throw out the trash and fur in here because I want to study, without the smell of something dying beside me." Grims laughter was heading to hysterics inside Al's head.

Wow! You're one to complain! Ahaha! After what every werewolf sniffed you!

Grim be quiet! I'm trying to read here!

Al blocked out his annoying wolf for now. : "I also wasn't going to use the items YOU obviously gave me. Yes, I knew it was from you because of the handwriting, I'm not stupid Al. if you wanted to apologize you should have simply done so, it's needless to bribe me with your materialism, I don't go that LOW for anything or anyone, got it." Al shivers from the commanding words.

The boy was really laying it to him that he wasn't a damn user or freeloader.

He stood up towering over Cyrus and locked eye contact with him, of course the younger boy didn't back up from The Alpha. Instead, he puffs his chest. Cyrus unexpectedly rose to his actual height, reaching Al's deep collarbone.

That would have drove Al to throw Cyrus to his mattress again and make out with him until dawn, yet he didn't.

"No, I didn't intend to buy those things to excuse myse---" Cyrus folded his arms and raised a thick eyebrow; challenging.

"Really?"

GODDAMMIT! NOW YOU DECIDE TO TALK TO ME!? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT GET THIS SEMIAUTOMATIC BONER WITH THAT SEXY VOICE!

You can always deep throat Cyrus.

I'M TAKING YOUR DOGGIE BONES!

Grim just cackles harder at the irony.

Al massages his forehead exasperated, though he gently explains his reason. "Okay, yeah...at first it was that way but when I saw your...neck and after what I did to you, out of my habits. I thought you'd get a difficult time talking, and...apologizing isn't really my strong suit."

Cyrus doesn't react; as usual.

Eventually he takes the old notebook putting it away and walked into their bathroom to change, Cyrus emerged after a few minutes in his joggers and a tight white shirt Cyrus is growing out of. He located The Alpha outside their unnecessarily lavish balcony that only their dorm had, and with shrivelled orchids and house plants, Cyrus has to throw those out soon too. He spot this small light and saw Al began smoking.

It wasn't his business, so he left him.

Shuffling into his sheets, Cyrus slings both arms behind his head causing them to bulge up slightly and shutting his tried lids. He wasn't going to get mad at his roommate anymore, if Al keeps his distance and won't bother him to speak up. Yet, for the first time since he has interacted with anybody, Cyrus felt he understood the blonde boy more, after his confession about himself and Al knew. What it was like to for him. It was as though The Alpha and Cyrus shared this mutual respect, that connected the two boys together.

Besides, Al is the first ever person to apologise to Cyrus for what he did and the boy couldn't help but be amazed.

He didn't show it, but he was shocked.

Someone said they were sorry to him.

Even if it was difficult for Al, he did it.

Cyrus saw it, within those amber orbs The Alpha sincerely felt horrible for hurting someone like himself; a demon.

As the night went onwards, Cyrus got pulled into the most peaceful sleep he has gotten in a very long, awaited time. Using the new stored memory of Al saying all of those things to him in his subconscious, while for once, his old nightmares hadn't disturbed Cyrus.

It's disappointing though, had Al not gotten ahead of himself coming onto Cyrus that way. He would have seen at the bottom of the page, what the younger boy added for him in the end.

"I want to thank you for saving me and having my back earlier too. Friends?"

Guess The Alpha will never know.

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Once Al was sure Cyrus was asleep he walked in their bathroom to take a shower, but saw this note with a little drawing beside it. Smiling, he reads it.

"If you're gonna shot your fucking amo seamen do it on SOMEWHERE else, not the damn towels I used! I washed it too!"

Al thought. I forgot about that shit.

The drawing shows an angry looking Cyrus furiously washing out the dirty towel. Al slaps his hand over his mouth; grinning, because he can't decide whether to laugh or feel embarrassed.

When he sees just how huge your cock is Cyrus will wish that towel was his flat ass. Al protested. FLAT IS PERFECT!

Grim laughed.

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Author's Note :

You never know how powerful a simple "I'm sorry" can go, so say it if you deem needed and it will do wonders for your heart and soul.

(That's what I say whenever I torture my characters into despair)

I love that half the readers are trying to be Sherlock and figure out what Cyrus is, then half of you guy is screaming my name out in the wind hehe.

I've also been watching this show "Zoey's extraordinary play list" and have been thinking about making Cyrus do sign language because of an inspiring episode I saw about deaf people performing. Though I wanna do it the right way and research a bit.

And yeah, FLAT ASS IS PERFECT!

Kidding aside, I'm gonna be real. Chapter 20 wasn't saved (well it did but not everything was saved which is the ultimate cock block for any writer) because my smartphone and old wattpad app hates me, yeah I can't update it without losing my work in the drafts already tried contacting support, help, witchcraft. I'm stuck with it, like Grim and Al.

Grim : "I heard that bitch!"

Author : *Glares* "SIT!" *Grim sits*

Anyway, I'm also adding new scenes that weren't original there that's why I need to fix the timeline. If Chapter 20 and future chapters comes out late, I send my deepest apologies in advance, I'm also trying to study being "romantic" I suck at that department.

*Ahem Shane & Chase Ahem*

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