Fated (Pyte/Sentinel 5)

“You betraying bastard,” Drew muttered angrily at his crotch.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ryan asked as he strolled into the kitchen, looking cheerful as always. “Are you talking to your dick?”

Drew sighed heavily. “My life is over.”

Ryan laughed.

Asshole.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?” Drew asked, sounding pathetic and not caring.

Ryan grabbed a box of Lucky Charms, milk and a bowl and sat down at the table. “I don't know why you're bitching. At least your mate is hot. I'd happily fuck her for the rest of my life.”

A surge of anger burst inside him, making him want to rip his Beta's throat out. The realization of what he wanted to do scared the hell out of him. While Ryan sat there oblivious to how close he came to certain death, Drew convinced himself that his anger was over the bastard touching his Lucky Charms. Those were his magically delicious marshmallows damn it!

“Hey!” Ryan snapped as Drew snatched the bowl away.

“Mine!”

Ryan just laughed as he got up and grabbed another bowl. “It's nice to see the angry phase is starting early.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Drew asked around a mouthful of cereal.

“Oh, puhlease, you know exactly what I'm talking about.”

When Drew only stared at him blankly, Ryan continued as he poured himself another bowl. “You're mated.”

“And your point being? You didn't go through any phases other than annoyance when that bitch made you jump to get laid for the first time.”

“Well, that's because Marissa and I don't like each other. Our mating was based on genetics. She can have my pups and that's it.”

Drew looked a little confused. “That's usually what a mating indicates so if you have a point then get to it quickly, because you're interrupting my self-pity time.”

“I cannot believe that I have to explain this to you. You're thirty years older than me. You should have noticed the difference between matings over the years.”

Drew snorted. “The only thing that mattered was making sure that I didn't get tied down to one bitch. Nothing else mattered. So just cut the shit and tell me about this phase bullshit. What else do I get to look forward to besides a limp dick?”

Ryan looked thoughtful as he took a big bite of cereal. “Let's see, if memory serves me correctly, there's anger, jealousy, stupidity, that's the really entertaining one, the one I look forward to,” Ryan said with a

big smile.

Drew scowled.

“Then there's the one where you kick your pride to the curb and beg. That one could prove rather entertaining as well,” Ryan said in an amused tone.

“What in the hell are you talking about? I've seen a lot of matings over the years and I have never seen anything like what you're describing,” Drew bit out, forcing a bite of those magically delicious marshmallows down his throat.

“Oh, really?” Ryan asked sounding thoughtful. “That's probably because it only happens in special cases.”

“Special cases?” Drew repeated slowly with a frown, because he’d never heard anything about this before and as Alpha of the Pack, he should know everything so that he could protect his people.

“Oh yeah, very special,” Ryan agreed around another bite of cereal.

“Well?” Drew demanded when Ryan didn’t answer him fast enough.

Ryan held up a hand while he finished off his cereal. Once that was done he brought the empty bowl over to the sink, rinsed it and loaded it into the dishwasher. The entire time Drew fought for patience.

“Yeah,” Ryan said, walking towards the door. “The mated pairs that go through those phases usually have one thing in common.”

“What's that?” Drew asked, wracking his brain as he tried to figure out what the little shit was talking about.

“They love each other!” Ryan announced in a syrupy sweet voice with a triumphant smile that was definitely going to get his ass kicked.

“You son of a bitch!” Drew roared, throwing the table aside so that he could go after the little bastard. Ryan raced out of the room, laughing. “I hate her!” Drew yelled as he went after his Beta with every intention of bitch slapping the hell out of the man.

“You love her!”

“Hate! I hate her!”

“You love-ah! Not the face! Not the face! I'm too pretty, damn it! Not the face!”

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