Chapter 7

Watching how exhausted Charlie looked while he changed Killians diaper was making me not regret dumping Nixon and staying straight. I honestly don't think I could survive with a child. I get pissed off to easily and will probably try to throw it across the room, which obviously wouldn't be a good thing. But babies are cute. I'll give them that.

"I just want him to fucking sleep for more then twenty minutes so I can sleep for more than five." Charlie groaned as he flopped down on the couch in the nursery. He held his son up in his arms and glared at him which made the baby chirp in happiness.

"What about Kit? Can't he take him for a couple hours while you sleep?" I asked, curious because I hadn't seen Kit for the past couple days...or Nixon now that I think about it. He came in to sleep when I was already in bed and he was gone in the morning before I wake up.

"We've been tag teaming when it comes to diaper duty and feeding time at night. But I don't think I trust Kit with watching over something for more than an hour." Charlie sighed and he had a point. Kit was accident prone. His many fish can attest to that.

Charlie and I continued with small talk until he became distracted by his sons cute behavior, but I didn't mind. I was glancing around the room when I caught sight of Nixon walking past the door.

"Nixon!" I called out to him and he stopped for a second but didn't come in. Charlie raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed heavily before getting up and walking into the hallway, where my mate was standing and waiting.

"Hey, what is up with you?" I asked, clearly trying to sound joking and not serious, but Nixon looked confused at my question.

"What do you mean? I've been helping Julian with finding Marcus and—"

"I'm not talking about that Nixon and you know it." I interrupted and I could see anger slowly building through his facial expressions. "You ran out of the room after you say Killian like your ass was on fire. You don't think that's weird?" I waited for him to answer and he sighed.

"I just...I don't do well with kids—babies to be more exact. I wanted to leave because I was uncomfortable and didn't want to run the happy moment."

"How come? Do you have some hidden child I don't know about?" I chuckled but Nixon wasn't laughing back. Or smiling. In fact, he looked thoroughly pissed off which was making me wonder if he did hav a child. And then that made me think of his ex girlfriend.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked, my own frustration rising, but my question seemed to be the boiling point of his anger.

"Nothing." His answer was clipped and I could feel myself loosing my temper very easily.

"Are you going to seriously stand here and lie to my face?" I snapped and he stared at me with a blank look before turning around.

"I have to get back to work. We can talk about this later." Was his reply and that just pissed me off more.

"No! We're going to talk about it now!" I yelled, grabbing his arm and trying to stop him, but he yanked it out of my grip, his fist balled like he was ready to strike. I stood in shock at the action and he quickly looked at me with regret.

"Drake I'm sorry. I—"

"Fuck you dude." I snorted, shaking my head. "Next time you raise a hand like you're going to hit me, you better be prepared for the consequences because I'm not going to back down." I shoved past him, determined to put an end to this toxic relationship.

"Drake wait!" Nixon called out but I threw him the bird and hurried to Bryce's office. I walked inside and saw he wasn't in there, but it gave me a chance to get away from Nixon before I really lost my shit. I locked the door behind me and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Why won't he tell me about his ex? What is so wrong about that part of his life that he has to start acting like this? I told him about my mom, something I don't ever share because of the hole it reopens in my heart. But I shared it with him regardless and he won't fucking tell me everything.

I was lost to my thoughts that I didn't notice someone was trying to get into the room. I was going to unlock it, but then I remembered my conversation with Nixon and realized it could be him.

"Who is it?" I asked and was greeted by a grunt.

"Bryce. Fucking Alpha of this Pack trying to get into my office. Do I need a code for that now, all of a sudden?" He asked sarcastically and I pursed my lips as I unlocked and opened the door to see Bryce, Kit and Nikolai standing in the hallway. The other two looked amused but Bryce looked annoyed.

"May I enter my office Drake? Is that okay with you?" He asked and I muttered an apology before quickly moving out of the way. The others entered the room before I closed the door behind them. I didn't really know where else I could go at the moment, so I figured sitting in here for the time being might not be a bad idea. My friend had other ideas.

"Drake, I'm sorry, but what the actual fuck are you doing? You look like you shit yourself and now have to hide in the corner of a room from the embarrassment." Nikolai didn't bother to hid his laughter and Kit soon joined in.

"I uhm—I had an argument with Nixon."

"Shocker." Bryce muttered as he looked through some papers. I clearly was interrupting a meeting.

"That would explain why Nixon had looked like he keeps seeing ghosts." Kit stated and I quickly needed to clarify the situation.

"No, he was acting like that before we had our fight. In fact, our fight was because he's acting like that. Bryce you told me to talk to him and open up, and I did. But he is leaving out a very important part of his story and it clearly is causing problems." Bryce finally looked up from his papers to give me a confused look.

"What part? Nixon doesn't hide things. He doesn't really have anything to hide."

"Well apparently he wants to hide anything having to do with his ex. Unless she's just not that important and I'm overreacting." I snapped and was really hoping that I was just over thinking this whole thing, but Bryce's response confirmed my fears.

"Amelia?" He almost sounded like it pained him to even talk about her and that hurt me more.

"So you know about her?" I asked and Bryce cleared his throat. I looked over at Kit to see if he knew something too and he quickly avoided my gaze. Great. So now everyone was going to start ignoring my questions about this fucking Amelia chick. "Okay yeah, no. Fuck this shit. I'm clearly going to have to find the answers myself."

"Drake just calm down for a second." Bryce warned and if steam could come out of my ears, I'm sure everyone in this room would be in for a show.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down Bryce. I'm so done being calm! Does anyone understand the mental strain I have been going though having to understand I find a male attractive when I used to be strictly all for girls? I'm laying my heart out on the line for Nixon and he's just waltzing around, keeping important shit from me like it's no big deal. And to make it even fucking better, I now know that my own two best friends are hiding the same facts from me! Who would have fucking known!" I yelled and quickly left the room, over the situation and ready to find my own answers.

Screw Nixon and screw Bryce and Kit. I know exactly who I can go to in this house that would be straight up with me and I planned to go find them.

"Julian, stop whatever you're doing and listen to me loud and clear." I ordered as I burst into his room where I found him sitting on his bed typing away furiously on his laptop. I closed and locked the door, all intentions on not being interrupted or leaving until I got some answers. Julian looked up at me, saw how serious I was, and groaned before closing his laptop.

"Yes what is it? You look royally pissed."

"Oh I fucking am. Tell me who Amelia is." I demanded and Julian's expression grew dark.

"If you know her name but don't know the story, I'm assuming you didn't talk with my brother." He stayed and I threw my hands in the air, wanting to throw something.

"No I haven't! He acts like it's some cryptic topic. I waited for him to tell me his life story after I told him mine and he did, but never mentioned anything about his ex. And then he fucking acts so weird when he say Killian and it just makes no sense to me Julian! I just want to understand!" I cried out and the brother gave me a sympathetic look which told me exactly what he was going to say before he said it.

You should talk to Nixon.

Why is everyone being so difficult about this? I didn't bother to let Julian speak and stormed out of his room and back to Bryce's office, not knocking as I stormed in. He was still with Kit and Nikolai and they were all looking over some papers with serious expressions. Bryce saw me and annoyance filled his face.

"Drake I don't have time for—"

"Give me a new room." I demanded and he looked at me fully now with extreme concern.

"Drake this is ridiculous. Just talk to Nixon."

"I have. How many times do I have to say that? He doesn't want to talk. All he wants to do is start a fight. I'm done Bryce. So give me a new room or I'm leaving." I threatened and I could see the last part of my sentence made him worried. He thought about it for a second before sighing.

"Okay fine. You can have a new room, but I have—"

"Don't you dare tell him where it is. I am going to stay here and help protect Charlie like you asked of me. But in order for me to do that, I need to get away from Nixon." I had an obligation to Bryce and Kit and I wasn't one to break my promises.

"Drake, listen. You can't just disappear and not interact with Nixon now that your mates. It's going to drive both of you insane." Nikolai warned me but I already know all the details of how mates work, but they also seem to keep forgetting something.

"As long as neither of us dies we will be okay. You don't tend to go insane unless your other mate dies."

"Or moves across the country." Kit muttered.

"Regardless, I have to tell Nixon. Drake this isn't fair to him." Bryce said and I looked at him highly offended.

"Isn't fair to him? What about me? What about my feelings? My well being? I refuse to keep living and acting like everything is okay when it's not. I'm stronger than that and you know it. Give me a new room, don't tell Nixon, keep him occupied and I will keep watching over Charlie." They could see that this clearly wasn't up for debate, so with an annoyed grunt, the Alpha moved to his computer, typed some things in before looking back at me.

"I've asked Jeremiah to come show you your new room. It's on the East wing of the house." East wing, huh. That was where we put people that came to us for help or guests at. Eh, I'm not complaining. I'm sure it was either there or the Warrior wing and that would've been a huge mistake because everyone there would tell Nixon straight away that I was there.

"Thank you," I said sincerely but Bryce didn't respond and went back to looking at his document, which told me I had just pissed him off. Kit sighed heavily because he knew he was going to be the one responsible for fixing our friendship.

Again.

I'm sorry Kit. I just can't do it. You have to understand where I'm coming from. I told him through the Pack link, making sure it was only targeted to him and not everyone in the Pack. Kit and Charlie had a similar issue when they first got together. Of course, I'm sure there were a few differences, but the main premises was that secrets were being kept. And if there is one thing I ever learned from my past girlfriends, is that secrets can ruin a relationship easily.

And that was exactly what was happening.

Jeremiah showed up and we stopped by my room for me to get some clothes. I didn't want to take everything, because then Nixon would immediately know something was up and tear the house apart to find me, so I only took a few items and planned to buy whatever I needed later on. As we reached my room, I caught onto a familiar presence just beyond the door and sneered.

"Hey, Jer. Can you wait out here? I gotta take care of a few things." I asked and the warrior nodded his head before walking to stand further down the hall, obviously to give me some privacy. I took a deep breath, trying to come to my nerves a little so I didn't lose my shit for what felt like the tenth time today and opened the door to greet a furious Nixon. I closed the door behind me as he stood up from the bed.

"We are talking. You think I'm going to let you run away from me?"

Here we fucking go again.