My sleeping pills aren't kicking in yet...

He could feel the weight of his dark eyelids drag down as Cyrus nods once more after taking his sleeping pills. But he definitely was nowhere near sleeping, strange...that it isn't working already like it normally does.

Cyrus's insomnia must be worsening.

The dosage might need to be changed too, he takes his phone and typed in Denise's number and texted her about his situation. Cyrus somewhat missed the nice woman he was alright with back at the orphanage.

Though Cyrus doubts anyone else actually misses him back there, especially the other children, who used to always bully him for looking different with his scars and tattoo.

Maybe I'll visit Denise when my arm is fully healed, no need for her to worry about me.

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An hour passed and Cyrus still can't seem to find sleep, his roommate hasn't returned as well. Stacking up his pillow upwards Cyrus decided to read something while killing time, his empty eyes glance at the wall clock; 1:03am 12 chapters later and still no sign of his rude mentally disturb roommate. A thought crossed Cyrus's mind.

About what Jessie told him today. "Al is a SADISTIC person, and he was the biggest fuck-boy along with Chase before. Guys like him...are only meant to become much worse."

Cyrus clearly remembered.

The pricey bottles of alcohol and several beer cans he cleaned up on his first night here. Along with random girl's underwear Cyrus threw away, probably from the girls Al had spend the night over before he was assigned a roommate, suddenly, the quiet boy didn't like imagining Al across this very room on his bed, while fucking girls.

Cyrus could tell Al wasn't the kind of person who'll take responsibility if he got a female student pregnant; leaving them. Treating them all as one night stands.

Al...surely isn't drinking his ass off on a school night. Then...where the hell is he?

Why do YOU care? That thought surprised Cyrus as he realises the questions meaning.

Why would he care about Al's well-being?

Why does it matter if he isn't here yet? I'm not his boyfriend or anything but it's still odd he'd be out this late, even if he's the top rank student body officer. Cyrus nods again.

Now his sleeping pills are taking effect and Cyrus's back leans more onto his pillow, followed by his hands eventually limping slowly to release his grip on the book, eyelids flickering to close themselves, as an exhausted blonde boy entered the room.

The fresh smell of meadows enticing Al, his head snaps to Cyrus he almost got whiplash.

Al took in the sight of his mate, Cyrus was uncomfortably sitting upward on his bed still wearing old glasses and all. Al walked carefully not to wake the young brash boy, his lips curling into a small smirk at Cyrus.

You're really irresistible Fluffy. Al thought.

But The Alpha's smirk disappeared, seeing how bandaged up Cyrus's left arm was and the painful reminder that he let it happen.

It's something he'll have to live with to his grave, and it hurts Al because the time will come, he'll have to reveal himself to Cyrus as the same goddamn wolf who did this to him; the guilt was drowning Al in depression.

For someone so strong...Al was weak.

Weak to his emotional damages.

He couldn't even stop Grim.

Al kept most of his worries to himself solely because his pack might sense Al's distress. That's the last thing he needs right now.

Al was...scared.

That will be the reason.

Cyrus would reject him and leave.

When Al shows Cyrus he's a werewolf.

The Alpha's amber eyes caught Cyrus's head bobbed forward on it's own, then out of instinct Al rushed across the dorm to catch Cyrus's head when he was going to lose balance and flop forward overboard.

He fell right into The Alpha's hold.

Al effortlessly caught his face, cupping it in his huge hands and was completely ready to have his hands slapped off. Though with his medication in effect Cyrus was drowsy and dozing in and out of consciousness.

The Alpha removed Cyrus's reading glasses, setting it aside with one hand on his nightstand.

Cyrus then feels warmth touching him, as a mental image of a smiling woman appears in his semi-hallucination. Cyrus thinks his seeing someone else but it's The Alpha. Al was holding his face, still anticipating his Rocky to lash out at him any given second.

Was he not going to push Al away?

Al licked his lips feeling anxious. "Cyrus?"

Cyrus doesn't answer, feeling tired.

The Alpha thinks. He's...not trying to break my damn fingers for touching him; that's good? But Cyrus isn't answering me either.

He tries again. "Cyrus? Are you alrigh---"

"Uwhaaa..." Cyrus yawns adorably; sleepy.

This made Al stiffened, then smile sweetly.

Moon goddess...can he GET anymore cute.

Cyrus then nuzzled in Al's hands and it was enough to send Al's nerves into a rabid frenzy, especially that heart of his. Cyrus had some tears on the corners of his eyes, and Al swallowed the urge to want to do things that would make his mute baby boy cry out.

Golden iries begins to lace over amber.

Al's breathing was pacing slightly faster.

The Alpha drawing himself towards Cyrus.

This is dangerous...he's getting to me. The more I get closer to Cyrus the more I wanna lock him up for myself and never let him leave my sights. I...I-I can't do that to Cyrus.

A small sniffle made Al look back at him.

He really was now heading to sleep as Al felt Cyrus's weight rest on his two hands increase. To the raven haired boy, the warm sensation he was feeling now was just so calming. The sparks flowing throughout Al's skin but Cyrus couldn't feel anything. No sparks, No electricity, Nothing.

Cyrus just liked the warm fuzziness he felt, recalling his few happier days with his Nay.

Yet Cyrus also couldn't resist his gut instinct then, and gradually leaned himself further into Al's touch, until the small boy was rested himself completely on Al's firm chest. Softly huffing out air, while thinking about her. The only person in his life who ever wanted Cyrus; who truly loved him.

The blonde boy didn't dare move or breath, afraid Cyrus would turn him away. Side by side with his mate for once, that common neutral expression on Cyrus's face almost seemed blissful at the moment. Even though his thick eyebrows were twitching together.

Al saw that they weren't going to fit well on Cyrus's normal sized bed, he delicately got the sleeping boy in his arms and carried him bridal style to his much bigger mattress.

Laying Cyrus down gently Al took off his uniform shirt, shoes and his pants slipping on black sweatpants. The faint moonlight from the balcony shining at his sculptured abs and muscles. Crawling back into his bed, Al hauled up the blankets with him.

Thorny dark hair reached to Al's chin while Cyrus inches further into The Alpha's deep collarbone. Al was having a breakdown the good kind, feeling like he won the lottery.

Even better like he's winning Cyrus's love.

The Alpha's face turns flushed.

Both nervous and overwhelmed.

Treasuring this moment to himself.

He tenderly runs his fingers through dark spiky locks meanwhile Cyrus was knocked out, Al knew he wouldn't get a chance to do it often, so with a pounding restless heart, the blonde boy kisses Cyrus's head again.

Al kissed his dark hair.

Cyrus's scarred forehead.

The tip of his broken nose.

He then glanced at the sleeping boy's lips.

Al is falling so in love with Cyrus.

He can't possibly kiss him without consent.

Besides, it might be his first kiss...and I wanna make it a kiss he'll NEVER EVER FORGET. The thought made Al smile widely.

The Alpha pulled himself closer to Cyrus and cautiously wrapped his strong arms around him, enjoying the relaxing scent his mate was providing him. If only Cyrus was like this even when he was awake, and Al could ditch his burdening position as Alpha, but the blonde boy knew otherwise.

That's why Al is savoring this sweet feeling.

Because he senses Grim's despotic strength is brewing and fighting for control within himself, Al's wolf was seriously cruel and spiteful whenever Grim grew jealous that The Alpha was now experiencing being in love again, while Grim was still suffering from losing their original mate; Selena and her wolf Aurora. He really hates Al for it.

Losing her broke Grim's heart.

Flashback

"It's not that deep babe." Al reassured.

"Hell nah, do you have eyes!? It's deep!"

"You're underestimating THIS." Al flexes his biceps muscles to Selena.

"You're such an idiot." Selena laughed at Al who shifted into Grim. "Ha! You love me."

He then effortlessly dived into the waterfall and Grim made sure to be a big show off for Aurora to check him out. Though when Selena noticed they weren't resurfacing up she shifted and dove into the waters, Grim came out of nowhere and licked Aurora's face. "Moons! I thought you were drowning!"

Grim smiles. "haha I'm sorry, I love you."

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Author's Note :

Sorry for not updating in a while, I try to figure out where I wanna go with Al and Cyrus. I read your comments about wanting to see more moments of them, all the while making it romantic.

I was smiling like an addict and gushing over writing this chapter because omg it's just precious, I don't know how to feel about Grim now...but I'm rooting for Al to be happy and for Cyrus to feel loved gah! They deserve happiness!

I love that some of you are calling Al Hubby in the comments, my goodness, if Cyrus called him that he'd go crazy and swoop his baby away into the bedroom haha.

Please suggest some romantic songs for me, I need it for my dark bloodthirsty soul.