Page 2 of Don't Howl At Me
Visions of a future with my mate and our children played out in my mind. Cherry blossoms mixed with vanilla greeted my nose, and the soft weight of a child’s body filled my arms. Expressive eyes stared into my soul, and a whisper of his voice graced my ears. So realistic that I hoped these were prophetic visions and not just hopeful daydreams.
Is it daydreaming if I am doing this at night?
I sat on my brown overstuffed couch lost in thought. Imagining the life I yearned for.
Rayne and his mate Zander wanted to bond with their newly hatched eggs tonight. Uncle Wolf came to their rescue. I brought my nephew Xavier back to my house for a night of fun babysitting that ended in front of my TV with a sleepy toddler in my arms.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I brushed the brown curly hair out of the kid’s eyes and noticed that he had fallen asleep at some point in the last ten minutes. I’d changed him, given him a nighttime snack of apples and peanut butter, and we settled down to watch his favorite animated movie about superhero dogs. I knew I should put him in the crib, but I didn’t want to. I held on to the precious boy.
Holding this tiny body made me realize I wanted this for myself. If only I could get my fated mate to talk to me.
When I met Ollie, my days of sleeping around with someone new each night were over. Even with him running from me, I had stayed faithful to our future. He was worth it. I had faith he would give me a chance, but not if he found out I had been still sleeping around with any omega, alpha, or beta available. Besides, compared to him, everyone was dull.
This year I focused on myself, my family, and what I wanted in my future. Besides Ollie, what did I want to have in my life?
I started working with Rayne and his mate, Zander, at the Survalor-Romano Training Center. I dedicated my free time to my family and bonding with my nephew, Xavier. And I tried to be the kind of alpha my fated mate deserved.
The hardest part was not going after my mate. I tried at first, but, after a while, I sat back and decided to let him think without me hounding him. I did still send him emails, but I stopped begging. I stopped calling and telling him that I needed him here with me. He needed to figure things out on his own. I needed to give him space.
That was the hardest thing I had ever done. But I’d done it.
If I get a chance, I will prove I am worthy of him and his love.
“Unca Woff?” Xavier’s drowsy question cut into my thoughts.
“What’s up, little buddy? I thought you were asleep.”
Xavier’s tiny body burrowed deeper into my arms, and a little sigh escaped him. Quickly followed by a quiet but adorable baby snore.
Yes, this is what I want. I need to get Ollie back to get it.
I’d always imagined I would meet my fated mate. We would fall entirely in love with each other at that moment. We’d find a private area, exchange our mating bites, and raise a family together. No drama and no doubts. My dream mating was easy and angst-free. Not how things were happening in reality.
Time away from my mate had allowed me to reflect on myself, to figure out why I had slept around as frequently and freely as I had. I had the ability to analyze the personality traits I wanted to work on. And it gave me a chance to explore my desire to be in a relationship. So, although I hated the distance from my mate and wished that things would have been different and that I would already have a family, the experience had made me grow.
Hopefully, my mate will allow me to show him that I can be the mate he deserves.
Getting tired of my inner thoughts going on and on about what-ifs, I decided to go to sleep. Snuggling closer to my nephew, the dreams come. Tomorrow would be another day.
Maybe one day I’ll have this for myself.
Chapter Two
Ollie
It was going to be a cauldron-full-of-coffee kind of day. The air was heavy with whispers of drama, and I didn’t have the natural energy to deal with it. I whispered a quick spell with my intention into my black brew and stirred, first counterclockwise to remove negativity and then clockwise to instill positivity. I smiled as I took the first sip of my magic-infused cup.That should do it.
The video conference call was already off to a great start, with two of my fellow GSC agents discussing glory holes and where to find the best ones in their local areas.
“Can we stop the bullshit and get back on topic?” I asked. “If you want to get sucked off by randoms or risk some psycho cutting your dick off on the other side, go ahead. But we do have cases to discuss.”
“Wait,” Mitchel said, “is that something that happens? Do people hack penises off at glory holes?” Horrified looks appeared on some of the alphas in the group. I was positive about which of my coworkers frequented those places.
“Not that I know of.” I shrugged. “But if you have watched enough horror movies, you pretty much think of all scenarios where things like that may happen.”
“Like intrusive thoughts of what could happen in different situations. I never thought of glory holes. I had considered what could happen if you stick your hand in any random hole.” Andrew swallowed hard before continuing. “I never stick anything through anywhere unless I’m positive what or who is on the other side.”