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Brian

"Brian!" Shouted Eugene, jumping on me. Well, that's one way to wake up, I suppose. It was early in the morning, too early for Eugene to be having this much energy. 

Well it was never to early for Eugey whose blood seemed to be an endless supply of energy drinks that coursed through his veins.

"Eugene, get off me." I grumbled, covering my head with the covers. Eugene ignored me, bouncing on me faster. "Jeremy, help me!" I shouted to the dom who was leaning against the door, amused I might add. Jeremy was less than useful when it came to Eugene's energy. 

To add to it, the guy hated me and like the sadist he was, he often let Euegene terrorize poor old me with his seemingly limitless energy supply. My suffering brought joy on Jeremy's face, I will tell you that much.

"Why?" He asked, with a crooked smirk on his face. He was enjoying way too much for my liking. "Because I will kill your mate." I said with a sly smirk that twitched in annoyance. Eugene fake gasped in mock offense. 

"You wouldn't." I grinned, there was one way of getting Jeremy to get his goddamned mate off of me and me being me, I was going to use it obviously. "Of course, who would want to kill a cutie like you?" I asked, planting an innocent kiss on his cheek. 

I flirted with Eugene to anger Jeremy. It's really gross that he really thinks I'm serious when I did that. 

Jeremy came over and dragged Eugene off of me and went out of my room. Poor Eugene, I hope he can still walk afterwards. I sighed in relief, grudgingly getting out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. 

After I was done doing my business, I wore yesterday's clothes as I found it too bothersome to look for clean clothes. My closet was too big with too many clothes, it made looking for clothes seem like an unwanted extra chore.

I then went to wake Greg up. "Gregory!" I shouted, jumping on him much like how Eugene woke me up. Don't blame me, it's kinda contagious. Eugene's tactics were like a deadly virus, highly infectious and easily caught. 

"Brian, get off of me." Greg grumbled sleepily, his eyes closed still.

"Nope, I'm looking for clean clothes. Think you can borrow me?" I questioned in an innocent tone. He nodded pushing me off of him. 

I landed on the ground with a hard thud, excruciating pain shooting from my butt and spreading through my legs. I sat on the ground, questioning my life choices as most of us often do. I eventually got up after the pain subsided and skipped over to Greg's closet. I pulled out a black and yellow band tshirt, blue washed out jeans and his favorite pair of Vans. 

"Hey, Greggy. How do I look?" I asked, doing a little twirl. "Are those my favorite pair of Vans?" He asked, fully awake and ready to tear me to pieces. He was attached to this pair of Van's as I was attached to my bed.

"And you say I'm way to attached to my bed." I said, twirling and showing off his Van's. What I had was a death wish, Greg would kill me when he caught me.

You know a friendship is real when both of you have attachment issues. Those were practically friendship goals in my book.

"Bye!" I said before I took off running downstairs with Greg chasing me. Sometimes Greg and I acted our ages, we acted like teenagers instead of just the Beta and Gamma of the pack.

I found Aaron sitting alone in the lounge watching tv. Luther and Eric went at it a lot and by a lot, I meant a lot lot. I knew this because they smelled like each other more often than not. Thank God for the sound proof walls.

Their scents mixed to the point where they became one and I couldn't tell whose was whose for the life of me. Ah, youth. It was truly beautiful and just the right amount of disgusting.

"Please protect me!" I yelled, hiding behind Aaron. He complied in confusion. Greg came downstairs as Aaron was beginning to question me about what was going on. 

"Bye, Aaron." I said, taking that as my cue and taking off running to Eugene's room.

I ran in and slammed the door. "Hey, Eugene." I greeted out of breath. I panted slightly, my body leaning against the door.

"Why are you wearing your boyfriend's clothes?" Asked Eugene, a smirk sat on his face. "One, eww gross. Gregory wishes he was my boyfriend. And two, because I look hot in them." I said with an eyeroll. "Does he want to kill you?" He asked, with a smirk on his face.

My suffering brought joy to a lot of people's face. And as much as I would like to argue that I didn't deserve it, I probably did.

"Yes, please protect me!" I yelled in a distressed voice as I ran to him. 

"Eugene, open the door! I know Brian's in there!" Greg shouted, banging on the door. "Don't let him in." I begged with a fake sob. "He won't do anything to you." Eugene reassured me with a smile.

"I swear to the Godess, Gregory." Eugene began with an soft giggle. How was Gregory supposed to take him seriously if he sound as cheerful as he did?

"If you hurt my baby, I'll fucking kill you." He said, opening the door. "I actually would rather you don't open the door at all actually." I said earning an eyeroll from Eugene. He must have been tired of getting caught between ours. "I told you he won't do anything to you."

"Hi." Greg said with a soft smile sat on his face. It was always like this. One smile from the other and our quarrels were forgotten. "Hi." I said, as Greg came up to me and picked me up.

"We are going to get ice cream." He said, earning a nod from me as he went out of Eugene's room.

We arrived at the kitchen where Aaron was stood, leaning against the wall with a glass of juice in hand. "Hi." He said, earning a wave from me. Greg and Aaron didn't like each other. At least that's what I thought from their few interactions. 

Greg sat me on top of the table before scooping some ice cream for the both of us.

"Hey, Greg. You aren't wearing a tshirt." said Aaron, his eyebrow cocked at Greg's chest. I looked at him in question, as Greg's bestfriend I didn't appreciate anyone who wasn't me gawking at his chest.

"No shit, Sherlock." I said, rolling my eyes. Calling me jealous or whatever, Gregory was my bestfriend and I would very much like to keep it that way. It was not like I could have more no matter how much I longed for it. I'd rather appreciate what I have.

"You're sarcastic. Aren't you, Brian?"

"You're really obvious. Aren't you, Aaron?" I sassed, mock clinging to my tone. Greg burst chuckled softly as he put the bowls of ice cream on the table and stood in front of me. He fed me from his bowl even though we had the same flavor. 

It was one of the habits he picked up from when we were young. I was skinnier and more weak looking and Gregory feared that I wasn't eating enough hence him feeding me a potion of his food. It kinda stuck throughout the years. 

"Are you guys mates or something?" Aaron asked, unbeknownst to him that he was making a big mistake. Gregory absolutely despised talking about mates, especially if it was directed towards him. 

His eyes changed their color, his wolf Terror was now in control. His eyes blazed a bright azure that was luring to some, forcing them to submit to him lest they wanted him to break their mind. 

Mind break was the absolute worst thing a wolf could go through. It was characterised by intense feelings of the worst anxiety any wolf could experience. It was accompanied by paranoia and delusions as well.

"Terror, let's get away from here, yeah?" I asked, grabbing a hold of his bicep before he attempted to break anyone's mind. He growled before he picked me up bridal style and sprinted off to his room.

He straddled me, pinning my heads above my head. He gazed into my eyes, I nodded giving him permission. He hesitantly connected our lips in a soft kiss. Greg's and Terror's kisses didn't differ much. 

They were soft and overwhelming. They drowned me in how they tasted, leaving my tongue tired and aching. They were my favorite type of kisses. So slow and so soft.

He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving a few hickeys here and there. Whenever Terror would get like this, he liked marking what was his. He needed people to know that I belong to him, even if I was his only until I find my mate. 

He licked a certain spot on my neck before latching on it harshly with his teeth. I winced in pain, raking my fingers through his hair. "It's okay, you're okay.'' I said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. 

He sighed, scenting me to keep himself calm before he fell asleep. 

I covered him with my blanket that had my scent and made my way downstairs to find Aaron.