Chapter 43

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We all know Al and Grim are gonna fuck shit up...again.

Luna = Alpha's Female mate

Lunnas = Alpha's Male mate

Selena's cheerful smile comes to mind and all the happy memories they had.

I really thought and believed, if I loved you unconditionally with all my heart it would be enough. But...It wasn't, you still choose to see me as the monster.

I began to think; you were right, and maybe that's why you couldn't see the person I was willing to be for you. But I still choose to love you instead, Pride wasn't important to me, because YOU were more valuable than anything I had in my life. And Al had to reject you.

Without even thinking how I would feel about the loss, rejection was a fate worse than death. You'd think the one who rejects their mate doesn't suffer as much as the rejected. No, it's just as painful as ever. I can't hurt like that again, my heart is pathetically small and breakable. HOPE is a fucking illusion.

"I..." His lips trembled with each word that was coming from his own mouth.

"I-I, Maximillian Allister Nightwalker. Alpha heir of the Nightwalker pack." He forced out. "Reject you; Cyrus, as my second soul mate and future Lunnas."

Grim had a river of hot tears running down his bitter face, as he controlled his human to declare their rejection speech. This was the only sure way The Wolf saw to save Al from going completely insane again, Al can't control Grim better if his Alpha's addiction consumes them and Grim won't force Cyrus to love or accept them. Reject or be rejected, The Wolf has already suffered enough, he's not going to let Al make him hurt again.

Cyrus's irises widen in disbelief, then he feels dreadful feelings take over every fiber of his being. Like time had stopped working, and his heart wasn't pumping blood anymore. He puts one hand on his chest, as his face changes from a blank expression into a sea of emotions. Onxy eyes flash concern as Cyrus timidly takes in Al's hand. "Al..."

The Alpha flinched at the sound of his name, the way it rings so good in Al's ears when Cyrus actually talks to him.

Grim was taking full advantage of Al in his irrational and vulnerable state, he knows that his human can't think straight, when his anxiety manifests and merges along with his depression.

Al shakes his head negatively at him and slowly pulls his hand away from Cyrus, he was looking physically torn apart with his darkened eye bags and nervous amber eyes. It's like Cyrus is starting at a whole different person.

"Allister." He jolts at his full name. Not wanting to hear Cyrus reply; I, Cyrus, ACCEPT your rejection Alpha Allister.

Cyrus does the opposite and carefully makes the blonde boy look at him, by cupping his angled jawline. "Allister, I want an honest answer from you." Al couldn't help it, Cyrus's calm voice, his touch, his everything makes him weak and willing. He nodded meekly to him.

Cyrus gazed at him asking seriously.

"Are you high on drugs right now?"

He paused, the rejection didn't work?

The Wolf's eyes expanded into the size of plates. What...the... fuck!?. Grim freaks out. WHAT IS HE!? HOW CAN THE DAMN REJECTION NOT WORK!? NO ONE IS IMMUNE TO REJECTION! WHAT THE HELL!? Al nodded, having no other logical explanation to Cyrus.

The Alpha was still feeling sparks of their mate bond and Al was thankful to Moon Goddess, that for whatever reasons his forced rejection had failed but he was also shocked as Grim was.

It should have perfectly worked.

Because when Al rejected Selena the mate bond was weakened and died.

Cyrus lets go of his face sighing tiredly. "This is why I can't be near you, Al. We're only going to hurt each other if your bipolar disorder takes over."

His head slumped, golden curly strands getting between exhausted amber eyes ready to call it a night, board shoulders sagging at what he heard. His earlier joy gone with the wind, Al was losing his hope in pursuing Cyrus to be his.

But...what kind of Alpha would that make him, if he gave up easily on love.

"Cyrus...Please don't do this, I-I can't handle this myself. I'm a fucking mess and you---you understand that, right?" Al was slowly pleading with his voice though he couldn't care less if it meant Cyrus won't avoid or distance himself anymore than The Alpha can manage.

Call him desperate, but Al's sanity---or what's even left of it and his broken heart, is literally relaying on Cyrus to save him from his Alpha's addiction.

He also didn't want to force the stoic boy to obey his every whim and stay beside him, because Al wants to treat Cyrus to be his equal in life, not captive.

Grim started. Al...he's right, remember we have to stay away from Cyrus in public. No one here can know he is our mate, unless you want him to become a potential target for other werewolves and Rogues to use Cyrus against you.

Al clenched his bandaged fists tightly.

That's easy for you to say, all you've ever done up until now is to SABOTAGE our mate bond and put him in danger Grim.

Grim can't deny that. Hell, he knows his mistakes, though The Wolf also doesn't understand, why he's this aggressive to Cyrus. Being he is their mate Grim should be cooing and like everything about the black haired boy.

Mates were designed to be adored.

Yet he was only feeling a tiny fraction of their mate bond given how weak it is, and Grim was to take advantage of this so Al doesn't lose all of himself to Cyrus. Completely blinded by the probable harmful effects he could do to Al and using the mate bond to manipulate him.

Grim was an intelligent wolf, both in love and in the battle fields as they say.

Love is war.

Your enemies, rivals and Rogues could be just watching us and I don't know when I'll do something stupid again. I know I shouldn't have a say, but it's for both your well being. Grim explained.

Besides, I haven't ruled out he could be the Rogue Killer that's been trying to frame you up. Al suddenly froze to that.

What kind of bullshit nonsense are you talking about? Cyrus can't be the killer.

The Wolf calming spoke no malicious content in his tone and just honesty.

Think about it Al, your judgment is being tempered with when Cyrus is involved.

We still have NO leads on who that copy-cat Rogue Killer is, nine months in the making and Cyrus came here in the middle of the school year. Why do you think Miranda gave him the Zeta tag?

Because even she sensed Cyrus has this terrifying aura, I bet your auntie placed him with US together because Miranda thinks we can handle Cyrus if he tries anything suspicious as we are the Alpha.

What's he been doing BEFORE he came to Northwood? We have no idea right? that gives Cyrus loads of time to do anything. And seems destiny is fucking with us bad to be his mate, so we can't kill him.

Cyrus observed Al's features contorted in different phases, as though slipping into assorted stages of discomfort then.

Grim elaborated. Moon Goddess must have made it so YOUR protected Al. That he can't finish us off that easily too. The Wolf then pointed out to Al. Cyrus was strong and skilled enough to withstand your punch earlier, that he knew exactly which type of move you were going for and successfully stopped you Al. THINK!

The Alpha held his head feeling dizzy, overwhelmed by everything Grim said.

JUST FUCKING SHUT UP ALREADY!

NO! You listen to me Al, he even simply saw through all your actions not just ANYBODY can do that shit! and knew something was wrong with you---US. Next thing you know, he's figured out enough about you to keep you leashed! Grim growled within Al in proving his conspiracy theory against the mute boy.

Anyone can be a suspect; even our own mate. Hid my warnings he's not to be trusted. Cyrus could still be a Rogue too.

Then Al blinked at the extended hand in front of him, as Cyrus looked away.

"Fine." The Alpha was confused, and eventually released the grip on his own hair to pay attention to his baby boy.

"What?" Al questioned.

He glanced at him through his dark lashes, Cyrus deleting irises going to his left arm then to Al. The blonde boy seemed to be upset not being able to take care of him, Cyrus assumes Al felt guilty for hurting him when they first met. And gets breakdowns if he can't help make it up to him, same way he does when losing his cool punching people's faces afterwards and Cyrus can't take seeing Al that bothered if he could do something about it. Al smiled.

"Does this mean you'll...let me treat you?" Cyrus timidly nods his charcoal hair sticking all directions. He thought to himself. It's better to get this over with, once he sees just how abnormal I am Al will certainly stay away from me on his own. "I'll get the first aid kit." He excitedly announced and went to fetch it, Cyrus sighed leaning his back to the wall. Also, he hasn't properly thanked Al yet for the nice things he's done, too.

Even though some of it was Al's fault in the first place, he apologized, Cyrus had to thank him for also bandaging his left arm. Taking care of him repeatedly.

There was a handful of other things he wanted to say to the blonde boy. To at least make him feel better somehow.

He's obviously got issues going on in that brain of his, like me. Though if I can somewhat help Al by letting him do things for me, I guess it's not a big deal.

It was just kinda new to Cyrus that he's allowing another person to help him, back at the orphanage Cyrus is used to being all alone. He doesn't let anyone get too close to him, because even he knows nobody would be nice to him without wanting something in return, growing up his cynical attitude got in the way of a lot of wonderful things.

Like making friends.

Having a carefree happy life.

Not fearing he could truly hurt others.

But who could blame him? Most his life Cyrus was trained to fight. His mother, tried shielding him from the scientist's cruel tests and making him fight for his life everyday because of who he is.

Maria died a true mother, protecting Elyos, the last one of their bloodline.

Even asking Katie to erase his worst memories. Elyos won't forgive himself if he remembers, he killed his mother. It's better if he remembers she died due to suicide. Not by his own hands.

The Alpha came back hurriedly even almost slipping on his way, balancing himself as his shoes squealed off the flooring. Cyrus prepared himself now while Al cautiously undid his bandages.

Both teenagers weren't expecting what became of the bite wound Grim made.

Al's amber eyes grew.

Grim had marked him.

The bite was permanent.

Grim's golden irises took in the sight.

Shit, I hadn't realized I marked Cyrus on his arm. That...doesn't count right? If anyone else saw this Al...they'll know Cyrus is our mate. They'd recognize it's our marking. Al knew Grim was right.

Cyrus on the other hand thought the blonde found him to be the definition of an abomination, the entire wound was healing faster than it's supposed to. And Cyrus had no ways to explain the unexplainable, that's why most bullies back then went after him. They all got curious, how much more injuries can Cyrus's body take then heal itself soon.

They all had fun.

Treating him like some live practice dummy that would fix itself back to brand new, ready to receive it's next beatings, Cyrus then frowned thinking.

Would Al do the same shit? Now that he knows, will Al start picking fights with me to see how far my body can go? He took his left arm back hiding it away.

I shouldn't have let him see.

Al reached for him, though not quite touching the smaller boy. "I need to change your bandages and put your sling back on. Didn't I promise not to hurt you? I...know I punched your left hand earlier and it's dumb I'm even trying to keep my promise but I-Cyrus."

Al looked down; ashamed.

Cyrus glanced at him.

Very confused.

Al...still wants to keep his promise?

Even after seeing how weird I am?

And he's still worried about me?

Ever so gradually, The Alpha cranes up his head and stared at Cyrus earnestly.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't restrict myself. I told you; I'm a huge fuck up that can't handle my problems. But...Please, let me help you Cyrus." Again, those amber irises were betraying Al, as the black haired boy analyzed what The Alpha truly felt beyond his words for him.

Al's guilt was killing him in and out.

Cyrus was unaware, The Alpha was apologizing to him for more than just the incident that day; for his wolf too.

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The Alpha helped him get tucked in bed and Cyrus went back to being his usual quiet self, however Al swore he thought his face was burning warmly.

"You okay? Do you have a fever?"

Cyrus shook his head. "I'm fine, I just wanted to say thank you for...helping me. Um...can I ask you something?"

Al thought. If it's to be your boyfriend or date you, than I'll happily say yes.

Al sat on his bedside. "Ask away."

"You're not going to make fun of me? I know my arm shouldn't be healing so fast and that you must think I'm some kind of...freak." Cyrus's head lowered.

"Cyrus, please look at me."

He glanced up at a smiling Al. "I don't think you're a freak, remember that. I think you're a better person than me and I have so much more to thank you for." Cyrus just stayed still for a while.

Cyrus wondered. Was he always this openly honest when answering to me?

Al's smile was as sweet as ever.

Cyrus felt his heart drumming.

He then felt brave enough to lean in and give the blonde boy a delicate kiss on his cheek, the one Cyrus punched.

Quickly tossing the blankets over his head Cyrus goes to hide his blushing red face from Al, he squeaks. "Night Ally."

He...kissed me? The Alpha touches his face, his smile became wider. Al then gently gives a kiss on his head, though the blanket covered him Cyrus felt Al's lips and that nice smell from before...

Roasted Marshmallows.

Strong aged oakwood.

And warm campfire.

"Goodnight, Cyrus."

Cyrus was falling for the bad boy.

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Al observed his lovely sleeping mate from across their dorm room. He was glad Cyrus gave him the chance to fix his arm again, he was worried the boy wouldn't after what happened today.

Grim.

What?

I think Cyrus is a half breed werewolf.

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Author's Note :

THEY FUCKING KISSED!

OH MY FUCKING GOSH!

HE CALLED HIM ALLY!

I'M SCREAMING AT MY GOLDFISH! I'M HAPPY CRYING MY EYES OUT!

I'M GONNA GET HAMMERED AS A CELEBRATION! WHO'S WITH ME!?

(Bring out the chocolate milk!)

Take deep breaths, Bread. You're fucking calm! *looks at Al.*

Al, calm your tities and Grim.

A bit of inside explanation.

Cyrus is demisexual, hence why it's taken him THIS long to start having feelings for Al and acting on them. He is more attracted by Al's sincerity and honesty rather than his physical gorgeous looks.

The original deleted chapter I wrote was going to have Al's rejection working and everyone clutching their hearts in agony, but then I stumbled upon this song and it hit off in a different direction.

Yes, Al's rejection didn't work.

The rules of the rejection are you have to say your mate's name. Well Cyrus isn't his real name, it's Elyos.

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