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"I guess I owe you one, Coleman."

Chase looks up at Emmett, he's been helping nonstop with Rainier, Maylin, Jessie and Shane. He hasn't left to eat so Emmett thought of getting dinner for The Delta. "Ya owe me nothing, I should be apologising to ya instead. If I had gotten back sooner, than there would have been less injured in your Silver ranks. And...my friend caused all this."

Emmett whispered. "Yeah, the injured cadets are mostly troublemakers, too. I know they're also relying on their participation for Northwood's school event to save their grades." Chase saw the sad look in The Human boy's eyes.
(That cute couple from the restroom? was among the injured but they lived)

"What are ya going to do?"

Emmett fixed his thick black glasses.
"Do everything for the team, they may be troublemakers but they have hopes and dreams to graduate. Although, I do want to kick Al's ass but I have plans to graduate first then go to mine and my big sister's dream college." Emmett laughed yet it lacked any humour, it sounded painfully forced and tired.

"Ya have an older sister? What's her name?" Emmett scoffed. "Why? You gonna try and make a move on her?"

Chase thought.

Yup, our pack-slut reputation doing wonders for us. Dagger sighs. No shit.

The Delta chuckles.

"You're avoiding my question, I just wanna get to know ya better shorty."

Emmett scans his face for give-aways that Chase was lying, one of the tricks his Dad taught him as a man in the police force. But as always, it's the same carefree smile yet something in The Delta's deep brown irises was sincere.

He wants answers? Fine, he can have it. Emmett wasn't going to hold back why teenagers like Chase bothered him.

The Delta was wild, irresponsible and immature, exactly like Emmett's sister.

"Amelia, her name was Amelia. When I was fifteen my parents divorced and they came to an agreement. She'd stay with my Mom I'd go with my Dad, we actually became more closer because of their separation...yet one careless night, we secretly went to a party to have fun. I should have refused to it but I was fucking stupid, we got drunk and crashed. Amelia spent her last dying breath calling 911 for me---she knew, I would make it alive. But not herself."

Emmett regularly used that signature strong rosemary perfume Amelia had always loved and wore. It helped him get through his therapy and trauma, though sometimes spraying on Amelia's rosemary perfume wasn't enough to help Emmett. He missed her more, so he'd go run, or practice some soccer.

"Now you know...why I'm bothered with people like you, you behave as if your actions don't have consequences. "

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I wanna stay like this with you. Al was still in shock he's hugging his Rocky. You just make everything feel...better.

His fingers felt that same incredible fluffy texture while exploring Cyrus's dark hair, however Al came across a portion of his head, where there was this cold metallic stitches. A sharp line of pain runs through him, Cyrus yells.

"Aray!" He growled like a hurt animal, Cyrus bears his teeth out in defiance.

Just touching that sensitive part sent Cyrus to pull away from him, his throat and temple showed veins and onxy eyes turned into slits of aggression.

Fear became known to The Alpha.

Al's face grows concerned. "Shit---did I hit something!? Do you need a medic? I'll go get Mr. Callahan and I---!" Cyrus held up his hand and shook his head.

He thought. There are more that need Nurse Nick at the clinic than myself.

Cyrus slowly calms down, the blonde boy wouldn't have known he has a deep stitched scar at his head. Cyrus's spiky black locks was thick enough to hide it. This is why he got super angry the first time Al touched his head in his sleep, because some scars don't heal.

"Don't bother, I'm used to more pain than you can imagine. Just don't do it again because surgery is expensive. I appreciate you not touching my scar."

Al still found it hard to believe Cyrus is talking this much, he now observed Cyrus actually has double accents---a smooth thick soothing one, and the other, a raw strong drawl that had a hint of something intimidating in it, a combination of the two though The Alpha couldn't tell what it is exactly.

He cursed himself for ruining the one perfect moment they shared tonight
and this just adds to many more of his mistakes towards Cyrus, Al now felt disappointed in himself. He keeps on causing him inconvenience instead of loving comfort. Al should be mindful, if he wants to make this work and go forward carefully with his approach.

"Give me your hand, Al." He complies.

The Alpha felt like he did deserve that punch, fucking hell, Cyrus reduced Al into his personal putty in a matter of seconds. Al allowed himself in his mate's care as the younger boy fixed him up, Al constantly looking at Cyrus solely while he worked skillfully fast attending to his badly ripped knuckles.

All the while using his less dominant hand and his other arm in a sling, The Alpha didn't complain as he started a conversation. "About earlier, why did you do that? You...didn't have to get yourself mixed up with my fight and I had the situation under control Cyrus."

He looks at him unconvinced.

Yeah sure, tell that to the forty plus students you sent to the infirmary jerk. Cyrus recalled how many people they had to bring inside Nurse Nick's clinic.

The smaller boy stared at Al with his same deadpan face, he already missed the expression Cyrus made appearing like a tiny pupper with twinkling eyes.

He'd kill to see his baby boy do it again.

Tak!

Cyrus flicked his head, snapping back Al out of his daydreaming. Cyrus then puts back the materials inside the kit.

"Hold on, what about your arm? I hit it pretty hard and my punches aren't something so easy to catch, let alone stop them the way you did." Al stated.

He leaned over, surprising Cyrus from how close Al got to him. "Can I see it?"

Al easily towers over him with his six foot three height and musculature fit body. Cyrus frowned to the suggestion and shakes his head, Al raised both his hands up in surrender. "Okay relax." I can't force him but I'm still worried.

Standing up, Cyrus suddenly wobbled a bit losing his balance from sitting that long on the floor and without his other arm to support him, The Alpha didn't think twice to hold his shoulders and not caring if he gets smacked again tonight for touching Cyrus. "Careful!"

The Alpha caught Cyrus.

Al felt him tense under his touch and the black haired boy whirled around pulling at his shirt collar, ready to give The Alpha another smack. Al braced himself, prepared and waiting, when nothing and intense breathing were all that Al got, he peeks one eye at Cyrus.

His left hand wrinkling Al's shirt while the other was angled to strike down at any given opportunity, though The Alpha's eyes went straight to Cyrus's not so emptied ones then.

His deleting eyes held uncertainty, as if Cyrus was fighting against himself.

He seemed to transform into a statue, fists balled up and chest raising high to deflating itself, Al spoke. "It's okay, I won't hold it against you if you hit me again." Al meant it, he'd understand.

Yet Cyrus didn't go through with it.

After about a minute he released his grip on Al's clothes and flopped onto their couch, running his good hand to his troubled features, Cyrus exhaled through his gritted jagged teeth; irate.

Every single shitty time! I screw myself up and can't do anything right! Why!? He was only trying to help! And I just...fuck. Cyrus bit at his bottom lip harshly.

He probably thinks I liked hitting him.

That I'm just as violent as I appear.

Jesus, why am I so messed up!?

Cyrus covers his face with his hand. I wish I wasn't like THIS. Why can't I just be a normal teenager and not this uncontrollable war-freak person!?

Al took in his mate's frustrated aura and couldn't resist to just stand there.
"Um...can I sit down beside you Cyrus? I won't if you're uneasy with the idea."

Cyrus heard a small noise.

An onyx eye turns to The Alpha as he sees through the splays of his fingers, Cyrus rose up and focused his gaze at him---It's seriously stone-cold as ever. He then walked away, Al cursing out to himself for gambling his chances with the silent boy too much, he whined.

There goes my love life, slipping away. Rocky come back! Take me with you! Al pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.

I'm such a moron, of course he doesn't want me anywhere near him. I just showed Cyrus earlier how absolutely psychopathic I can get and here I am asking if I can sit beside hi--- He jolts.

Cyrus cleared his throat, causing Al to glance at him for coming back. He assumed Cyrus was mad at him and went straight to bed, after bandaging his wounds making them even now. Though, the last thing Al thought he'd do was speak up casually once more.

"There's food; have you eaten?" Cyrus had his head down and being bashful, because he isn't sure if Al would eat it.

Not yet sweetie, but I'd love to eat your a--- Al blocks out Grim's voice. "No, I haven't had dinner yet, been cooling off taking a short stroll through the woods."

Cyrus nodded and jutted his head to the small dining area, where Al had used to have his friends come over his dorm to hang out. The Alpha followed Cyrus there like a lost puppy waiting for his doggy treats and be told he's a good boy, Grim also feeling excited wagging his furry long tail within Al's subconscious. The Wolf temporarily forgetting for now about the grudgingly miserable feeling his intuition screams to beware of the dangers Cyrus can possibly bring.

How could The Wolf and The Alpha resist anything from the silent boy, now that he was displaying concerns and thought of even getting them dinner.

Cyrus was thinking about him.

Al and Grim would eat whatever it was regardless, the blonde boy saw the packed meals on the table as Cyrus puts down the plastic spoons and forks.

Al internally squeals at how adorable his Rocky would be, if Cyrus wore an apron with text saying. 'Kiss the cook.'

The Alpha told himself. Oh, I'd love to shower him with MORE than just kisses.

Or better, Cyrus wearing nothing but boxers underneath an apron. Al can picture seeing his flat ass and tanned skin tone with the smell of breakfast being cooked, that would be nice to see in the morning---after making love.

Whoa, soldier calm down. Grim mocks.

He pays no attention to his wolf.

Walking closer to his gorgeous mate.

The Alpha was on the brink of losing it and give Cyrus a tight bear hug, the ordinary chore of preparing food for Al felt different now that someone he likes was doing it. Al sat down smiling as though he was high on happiness drugs.

He was a helpless dork with Cyrus.

Cyrus seated himself and immediately Al began filling his talking-hole with the food from the cafeteria. It's mediocre, Cyrus didn't mention to the kitchen staff he'd be giving the other meal pack to Al, so they gave the usual stuff for the normal students but The Alpha ate it---like someone's life depended on it.

Grim cautious. Slow the hell down Al.
He ignored his wolf...taking in more.

MORE!

MoRe!

ErOm!

(I'm sorry, I'm laughing so hard atm. Al's brain crashed, Cyrus kiss Hubby!)

Then Al halted as he felt something in his throat not going down, Cyrus ate quietly. Though when he noticed the blonde boy pumping his own chest it dawned on him; Al was chocking. He shot up causing his chair to fall going to Al's side and took off his arm sling hissing at the throb of it. Cyrus made The Alpha stand up and he hesitated at first, but disregard his phobia and wrapped his arms around the blonde boy's torso trying his best to perform Heimlich Maneuver, Al chocked out a baloney.

Hagck! Who the f-flying fuck chocks on baloney!? I told you to slow down Al!
They both then flinched, feeling a shy hand rub up and down their backside.

His radiant amber pupils gazing Cyrus, who's eyebrows furrowed yet in this more relief manner. Al wiped off his saliva using the back of his hand, and wanted to shot himself later for being the most lame werewolf in the room.

He coughs. "Th-hank you..."

Cyrus expression hardens, locking his jaw the dull sting of pain in his left arm. Al caught the change and looked at Cyrus through his wavy golden hair.

"Shit your arm, you need to sit down and let me have a look Cyrus, can you stand?" The younger boy backed away.

Al can't see it, he'll think I'm a freak and start spreading rumours that I'm not normal. Just like everyone else in my old schools did. The Alpha watched Cyrus shuffle to further their distance and he couldn't just stand it. "Cyrus Please!"

He glared and shook his head.

Al's eyes went dark as he lifts himself and silently exited the dining area, Cyrus heard rummaging and rubber as The Alpha returned wearing gloves he must've gotten from the first aid kit.

"There, I'm not gonna directly touch you. Just let me see, I need to know if we should get you to the clinic." Cyrus held his guard up, and pointed to get his phone, Al took it giving it to him. It was really troublesome The Alpha had to sit and wait, when the boy can just talk but he remained patient as Cyrus typed on.

"You wanna know something? I had to stop you earlier from fighting, because no matter what your reason ever was for starting that fight, I couldn't just leave you to hurt yourself and others."
Al was honestly stunned reading more.

"You said you've got these unexpected urges to act out on your impulse, well I KNOW what that feels like and how bad it can consume you." Al worded each sentence carefully. "I saw it in your eyes that you were going through something."

The Alpha was amazed Cyrus noticed what only few could have; his troubles.

"I don't understand a lot about you but when you said you'd never hurt me, I believed you're more than some reckless asshole. Though this is where I draw the boundaries." Al glanced up. "What do you mean? Are you saying you're scared of me? I'd never intentionally punch you, what happened earlier was me just too sucked into my adrenali---"

He raised his right hand to silence Al.

Cyrus typed, while Al was anxious of what his mate had decided to do next.

"You need to sort yourself out I can't be next to you, so please don't touch me Al." The Alpha felt his heart break.

"N-No..."

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Author's Note :

You never know who'll need it, so here is what Cyrus did to save Al from the evil baloney.

Heimlich Maneuver

1. Stand behind the person who's choking.

2. Place your arms around their waist and bend them forward.

3. Clench 1 fist and place it right above their belly button.

4. Put the other hand on top of your fist and pull sharply inwards and upwards.

5. Repeat this movement up to 5 times.

Oh and Cyrus is more comfortable if HE'S THE ONE TOUCHING OTHERS, BECAUSE HE FEELS MORE IN CONTROL THAT HE WON'T HURT PEOPLE.

Emmett got some PTSD flashbacks from seeing all those students in the gym bleeding, that's why he sorta panicked and Emmett tends to have a rude side to him when talking about Amelia.

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