Chapter 85

William's eyes scaled the dark room. If Sam had not kept his curtains open then he would not have been able to see without the glorious moonlight.

When his blurry vision fell upon a lump curled under a duvet, his mind was not sewn together enough to register what he was doing. All he knew is that he wanted warmth as he stumbled over to Sam's bed. He was loud but that didn't wake up the sleeping werewolf.

William was not able to record the fact that he was in the wrong room. If Sam woke up, he didn't think about how he would react, having him invading his territory was not going to end well.

Scott made it to the top of the stairs and looked around, not seeing his son. Thinking that he had wavered into his own room, he walked down the corridor with a glass of water.

William fell into the bed and the werewolf started to stir.

"Shush," He slurred to himself and gripped the duvet.

Scott opened the door to William's bedroom. The light was on but he couldn't see him. The room was neat and tidy as he walked into the bathroom, slightly concerned.

"Will?" He called but there was only silence in the sleeping household. As he glanced around, he recalled seeing Sam's bedroom door open. It was just a crack but he wondered if his son had entered the wrong room.

William's face fell into the pillow next to Sam's. After laughing to himself, he felt oddly comforted because he was surrounded by his scent.

"I'm sorry," He slurred in a hushed tone when the room started spinning. "Sam, wake up."

Scott hurried back down the corridor. He was trying to be quiet, it was very late, however, he had to find William because he knew how temperamental werewolves were about their territory.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed and an unfamiliar scent was slowly filling his room. Even though he was deep in sleep, it was enough to gently tug his mind to the surface.

"Samuel," William slurred and rolled the L. He was far too drunk to cope with this situation. It may be unclear as to why he was in Sam's room, but deep down, this was not the alcohol taking control. "Can you wake up now-"

"William!" Scott hissed, instantly grabbing his son's attention who was slouched on the bed next to the werewolf. "You're in the wrong room." Scott didn't want to enter but if Sam wakes up, he might have too.

"I want to- I want to talk to Sam, though." William lifted his hand and heavily rested it on his warm shoulder. "He want's to talk-"

"William, you're not allowed in here." Scott's heart was pumping hard. He knew Sam had an overbearing crush on his son, it wasn't hard to figure out. The way his eyes grew dazed and sparkly every time he looked his way was incredibly obvious. And if Sam woke up now, he might get violent with William even if he couldn't control it.

He may be gentle, kind and very loving, but he is a werewolf and some traits cannot be restrained.

Sam lightly groaned and rolled onto his back. He couldn't tell if the voices he was hearing were from a dream or from reality.

"Son, come on, you need to be in your own room."

"No," William whined. He was very good at acting childish when drunk. "I'm sleeping here."

"You can't sleep here, please Will, you need-" Scott froze when Sam lifted a hand to rub his eyes.

"Sam, talk to me." William couldn't help but slur his words as he leaned over him, unaware of the dangers he could be in. Scott watched with intense eyes. He wasn't sure of the outcome but he would protect his child at all costs.

"What?" Sam mumbled and slowly peeled his exhausted eyes open. The first thing to hit him was a different scent in his own room. Then his gaze fell onto a grinning William, sprawled across his bed. "Uh..." The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. "What are you doing in my room?"

"I just- I want to." William dropped his head onto the pillow next to his, letting his hair graze Sam's face. It was now apparent to the werewolf that he was drunk. He clenched his hands into fists and felt very protective of his space.

"You need to leave." Someone pushed the door open and Sam suddenly watched Scott with wide eyes. "Do not move," He breathed.

"William, come on son, it's not safe for you to be in here." Scott clenched his jaw, hoping that he would cooperate.

"I know Sam," William struggled to sit up and edged forwards. The alcohol was sinking further into his bloodstream. "I know you like me."

Scott observed the situation as he tried to hug the wolf but Sam pushed him away. The pain was vibrant in his expression.

"Get out of my room!" He yelled and pushed him off his bed. Scott stepped in when his son hit the floor but Sam growled, causing him to jump back into the hallway.

"You hurt me," William whimpered and rested on his knees, rubbing his shoulder.

A lump formed in Sam's throat but he couldn't cope.

"William, come to me," Scott breathed when Sam started to glare at him. He was worried that he'd change into his wolf.

"Why are you being so mean?" William slurred. However, the angry werewolf traits within Sam were rising and he couldn't hold it back.

Scott panicked when he jumped out of bed and roughly pulled him up in a crushing grip.

"Ow, Sam let go!"

He pushed the human into Scott, causing them to stumble and fall against the wall behind them.

"Never come into my room again!" He growled and slammed the door shut. But as soon as he faced the empty room, filled with his scent that he adored, Sam slowly lowered himself to the floor and allowed the sadness to overtake him. He hit the floor with his fist and teary eyes. "Oh god, he's gonna hate me," He whispered and covered his face with his hands.

Scott put his arms around William who now looked incredibly upset. Helping him to his room was the least of his worries. Poor Sam would loathe himself for treating William that way, even if he couldn't help it. But how much would William remember in the morning?

After getting him onto the bed and under the duvet, Scott crouched next to him and moved some hair from his eyes. He studied his son who was soon to be twenty-years-old. Where did the time go? It only felt like yesterday that he was a child, running around climbing trees and playing with his friends in the garden. Now he was a young adult and growing into a very respectable man.

"Dad," William slurred and pulled the duvet up to his chin. "I-I don't know who I am."

"What do you mean?" Scott's voice was always incredibly calm and soothing.

"I don't-" William turned onto his side so their faces were level with each other. "I think I'm bisexual."

Scott's eyes barely changed. They only grew kinder, softer and easier for his son to watch.

"What makes you think so?" He asked with tenderness.

I like boys the way I like girls." Scott watched him cringe like it felt wrong to say it out loud.

"It's perfectly normal to be bisexual. You don't have to be attracted to just one gender. There's plenty of people out there for you to love," Scott smiled. "If you're feeling confused about it, we can talk tomorrow okay?"

"I am confused," He slurred. "I thought I was straight u-until I met Sam."

"Sam is the reason you think you're bisexual?"

William reached out and hugged his dad.

"I like the way he looks at me," He mumbled and closed his eyes.

Scott rubbed his back and made sure to give him a meaningful hug. He thought that it was unusual how they are both drawn to each other and it did leave him wondering if his son would one day be Sam's mate.

"You can't choose who you fall in love with. But for now, I think it's time you got some sleep." Pulling away, he picked up the glass of water and forced him to drink some. "I know you won't feel well in the morning, so try and get as much rest as you can, okay?"

William nodded and his head fell against the pillow. The room was still spinning and he was starting to feel a little sick.

Scott kissed his forehead and sat down next to the bed on the floor. He wouldn't leave until he knew he was definitely asleep.

"Night Will. I'll be right here if you need anything."

* * * * *

"I hate myself."

Hunter stared at his Beta wolf while Jacob was learning to use his powers in confidence with the help of Anthony. It was half-past nine in the morning and Sam was freaking out about what happened with William.

"You shouldn't," Hunter crossed his arms and scanned the flower-filled garden. "He was in your room, I'd be angry too."

"Yeah but you're not in love with him. It hurt so much when I had to push him out."

"William was drunk, what is the likelihood that he will remember anything? And what is the likelihood that you'll be mates? Basically nothing, so you need to be stern with yourself and get over it."

Sam stared at the ground.

"You say it like it's so easy. I didn't mean to fall in love with him."

Hunter watched the sorrow in his eyes. He wanted his Beta wolf to find love but this was not the way.

"I know I'm being insensitive but if you find your mate and it's not William, you can't still be in love with him. It'll tear you apart. You have to do whats best for yourself and it's not latching onto a good-looking human."

"He's not just good-looking," He mumbled. "He's so nice and kind. He laughs at my stupid jokes and can be just as hyper as me. He has all the time in the world for his brother and I respect that." Sam groaned and pulled out a chunk of grass. "There's just something about him, and I don't know what it is."

"Lunar love has a funny way of showing itself," Flora hummed and casually walked past the boys. "There's a reason for everything, never lose hope of that."

Sam's eyes followed her until they landed on a very rough looking William, leaning against the garden door. His beautiful hazel eyes were staring right at him with barely any emotion. Did he hear what they were talking about?

The Beta wolfs heart was pumping hard in his chest.

William ran a hand through his messy hair and walked over. He felt incredibly hungover, but surprisingly remembered everything from last night.

Hunter watched as he sat in front of Sam. He had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of proper sleep.

"I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot for doing that to you last night," He croaked.

"What?" Sam frowned. "No, I'm the one who should apologise. I treated you poorly-"

"Because I was in your territory. I should have known better. Please don't be angry at yourself because I'm not scared of you, or upset, or worried. If anything, I'm embarrassed for trying to sleep in your bed."

Sam chuckled but he couldn't hold back a distant frown.

"Um, Will? Last night you said that you knew I liked you. Why didn't you say anything?" His voice was timid and he started to feel shy.

"Because I know that you shouldn't. I'm not your mate so whats the point of liking me when you know it's never going to happen? Plus I..." William took a breath. He had been thinking about what he talked about with his dad last night. He still wasn't really sure about his sexual orientation. But he did know that Sam needed to get over him and the only way was to reject his love. "You're not my type, you never will be."

Sam's heart punctured in his chest and Hunter saw his whole mood deflate right in front of him.

"But, what if one day we are mates?" His eyes tried to stay connected with his but he was a little heartbroken.

"Then I'll be wrong. But the chances are too small for you to be in this situation. It's not fair for you."

"He's right." Hunter rested a hand on his Beta wolfs shoulder. "I'm confident that you'll find a mate, but it most likely won't be William. You just have to accept that."

Flora studied the boys with a twinkle in her eye. She and her daughter may require a gift of perception but she adopts a little spark for love in her soul. And through her eyes, Sam has always been heading in the right direction, especially when searching for his mate.