Alexander

I know you judge me.

I get that a lot. From my parents, classmates and even that prick Tristan.

It's fine. I'm used to it. Truth is there's a lot of stigma that comes with being an omega. Especially a gay omega. Yes, because there are straight omegas just as there are gay werewolves. One thing does not implicate the other.

I'm not playing the victim here. I know I'm a privileged white boy. Some omegas wouldn't have access to abortion like I did. It's not like you can stop by a free clinic and be attended by humans. And even if you travel to another State to look for this kind of care, you still can't be treated by a human doctor.

I know this. I'm not out of touch with reality.

But I also know that I'm not treated or seen in the same way that Roger is, for example. Another white boy who slept around - with way more people than I have, I might add. Except he is straight.

So, he gets a pass while I get shame or reprehensible stares from people.

Truth is I've been judged from birth for being an omega. Though my father is a farmer not a warrior like Teddy's dad, he dreamed about getting a sports oriented son.

But instead of a butch boy, he got a femme omega. What a tradeoff, am I right?

Again, I don't mean to play the victim here. I can't say my parents are mean to me or mistreat me in any way. But there are lots of expectations that come with being Alexander Houser III.

Now, do you wanna know the truth? The absolute truth, so help me Goddess?

Are you sitting down because this may shock you.

I have slept with only one boy in my life: Tristan Maldonado.

I know, right? Here you thought I had more dick in me than the red light district workers from Amsterdam. But the truth is I was always scared of the consequences for me.

Now, I know what you're thinking... are you for real?

The answer is: yes, I am.

I have been with plenty of boys, sure. But what usually happens is either I give them a blow job or a hand job. If I'm really lucky, I get one of those two. But for most 'straight' boys, the best I could get is the opportunity to pleasure them.

And I'm fine with it, I mean I'll take what I can get. The options are very limited in my town and school. And I'm not gonna risk myself by going out with some old dude with a twink or highschooler fetish.

I'm talking about humans because mated adult werewolves rarely cheat, nor do I want them to do it with me. I have a strict moral code. No mated men. Ever.

I have no quarrel with human boys, like I said I'll take what I can get. But I draw the line with married / mated. Plus, I really don't have any daddy issues.

At least not in the sense that it'd make me look for an older gentleman.

Not really, I like boys. A lot. But not so much that I'd risk getting pregnant by a random hook up. I was raised with a very clear conscience that omegas are the most fertile werewolves in our society, especially when in heat.

So with this information, you can understand why I was always so cagey about any bum action. You can't get pregnant if you suck a dick, you can get an STI but not pregnant.

Now, do I have any desire to give in and be topped?

Hell yeah, I do.

But fear always kept me from doing it. From going all the way with a boy before.

Especially someone I couldn't trust.

I know what you're probably thinking now...

You knew Tristan wasn't your mate, so why do it with him?

Because he made me feel seen.

I know it sounds silly, but it's the absolute truth.

With other boys, it was usually about getting the timing and the opportunity aligned. Then, we'd get a fifteen minute window - if we're lucky - to do the deed. And rarely did I get repeat customers.

I'm not going to let some random dude fuck me. This isn't going to happen.

I got offered the opportunity to fuck someone once. But I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would, to be honest. And it's not because omegas are exclusively bottoms. We're not. Case in point: Ali and Ben.

But I feel like I get more pleasure out of bottoming than topping. And that's also okay. At least, I know what's good for me. I know what I like.

But the stars never quite aligned themselves for me to feel safe enough with anyone to try it. Until Tristan came along.

That sneaky bastard!

In the beginning, all I wanted was the opportunity to kiss him and be with him, which I got. He's a very good kisser.

Then I wanted something else. I wanted to see that dick hiding inside the skimpy speedo that I bought him. I saw it and went to town with it, I really did. But that did not indicate any willingness to go all the way with him. Not at first.

I know I talk a good game. I know I come off as a sexually confident person and I am. But sex to me means different things, different approaches.

To me a good blow job can be already plenty satisfying.

But what really happened was: he surprised me.

Not only was he NOT afraid of being seen with me - which was a novelty for me - he is also not squeamish to give back.

Yes, I mean sexually.

It wasn't always me doing the pleasuring. He actually likes cock. Revolutionary, I know... a gay man who likes dick. But I didn't always get gay boys to be with me. Or so I thought at the time, anyway. Sometimes, they're just curious. Other times, they're horny as fuck and have no one to blow off steam with, so to speak.

Tristan was there for me, unafraid. Unapologetically. Unabashedly.

When I invited him to go on a date back in December, he didn't even flinch in saying yes to me. In fact, he got excited about it. And I was already thrilled at the prospect.

Our dinner date was wonderful. But even before that, I was already smitten by him.

Sure, I could see the signs. Maybe. But I didn't know better back then, all I saw was someone willing to be with me out in the open. I fucking loved that with all my heart and I gave him all of me. I really thought he was doing the same.

I guess I got played. But do I regret it?

I did, until Ben pointed out that if it weren't for him, I'd never have any of those things that we had together. At least not up to that point in my life. And I remain not having those things with anyone else thus far.

So no, I don't regret it. Not even the sex. My actual first sexual experience.

I love my life, my friends and my family. But I needed to experience real love - or what I thought it was at the time - for once. I shouldn't have to wait to be mated to go through it. Like my best friend so brilliantly said once: we all want to be loved. Me too.

And the truth is I miss that. Like a lot. I miss being excited about being with someone.

The night of Teddy's winter party back in December.

We arrived and instantly all eyes were on the three new gorgeous boys no one has ever seen before. The girls gawked at Christian hand in hand with Lisa. But they also admired the tall, dark and handsome man unafraid to be seen by my side.

We're talking about the who's who of the most popular kids at school - humans and wolves alike - who also never saw me with a boy before. Holding my hands like it's not a big deal.

"Wow, Lex. Who is he?" - A female classmate asked me as I introduced Tristan to people. Her jaw dropped to the floor, not only is he handsome, she's probably curious as to what he's doing by my side. Or whatever.

"His name is Tristan Maldonado, my boyfriend." - I introduced him to her, proudly. He kissed her on the cheek and smiled at her.

Do you think he was bothered by me calling him that?

The short answer is: NO. He was delighted. He wasn't nervous, apprehensive or cared about any possible repercussions or homophobia. If anything, that's probably a foreign concept to him. Homophobia, I mean. Who knows?

"Hi, I'm Tristan. Nice to meet you. I'm Lex's boyfriend." - He introduced himself to another set of teens further into the house.

Honestly, I couldn't be happier. I looked radiantly joyful at that moment.

Even Teddy and the jocks looked impressed by my "achievement".

Some time later, we grabbed a beer for ourselves and sat down to talk among friends. That's when we heard some jocks criticizing Ben for kissing Ali at Teddy's. At the same time, I'm like 'good for him'. I didn't want to bring Alistair along, but if he's kissing his mate, then great. My friend deserves this. And it's not like he's gonna kiss anyone else, so...

Later that night, Tristan and I entered one of the guest rooms. It has been already cleared with Teddy that Tristan would sleep here because it's too late for him to return to the camp. Not only him, but Chris too (in another room).

"Wow. This is so nice. This house is so huge." - He commented, baffled at the beautifully decorated room.

"It is. Not that I had seen the upstairs part until now." - I agreed. When I came here before, I stayed downstairs as I didn't come up to any room. I didn't have anyone back then.

"Thank you for inviting me to this party and for going to the camp to convince my parents. It meant a lot to me. You mean a lot to me." - He told me in a sweet tone and I swooned.

"You're very welcome. It was my pleasure." - I replied, bashfully.

Tristan hugged me and then kissed me for a while, grabbing my lower ass as he did it. After a few minutes, he parted and plopped down on the bed.

"If you want, you can go home now. I'll just take a shower and sleep. It's late." - He spoke, innocently. Honestly, I loved that he wasn't presumptuous about it.

"What? Who said anything about leaving you alone? The night is not over yet!" - I sassed him with a naughty grin.

"Oh really? What more do you want out of this evening?" - He asked me with eyes nearly glowing in lust.

"Oh, I think you know what I want." - I said, suggestively.

Both of us made our way to the bathroom and took a shower, we dried with the towels already available to us and returned to the bedroom.

"I know I come off very confident, but I need you to know that I don't take this lightly. But I wanna make love with you." - I said as we lay down in bed.

"Thanks. Neither do I. I know it's a big deal to you. It is for me too." - He said, humbly. I kissed him.

Tristan took me to his mouth and I'm already in ecstasy. He got me hard in seconds, engulfing all of my length, savoring every bit he insisted on treating like candy.

He licked my balls, then returned to my cock. I'm twitching with desire for him. Even though we haven't been dating for long, he already knows what I like and he's happy to give it to me.

Except this time he stopped before I came. He played around with his cock on my entrance, which is already dripping in preparation to welcome him.

I teach him how to put on a condom - we talked about this previously before coming here. After he's set, he gently penetrates me and I see the stars.

Tristan thrusts his hard large cock in and out of me with purpose, passion. It didn't take him a moment to pick up the pace. I was hard and panting as he pushed all of himself into me, causing my body to tremble in pleasure.

"Fuck, this is so good!" - He cried out, surprised by how much he's enjoying it.

"Tell me about it!" - I agreed, practically flying high from the extreme pleasure.

With a few more thrusts, Tristan filled out his condom and I finished myself off by hand. Though with that much prostate stimulation, it took me but a second.

Afterwards, we rested a bit next to each other.

"Sorry I couldn't last longer. You're very hot." - He apologized and I laughed out loud.

"It's fine. We can try again in a moment." - I proposed, surprising the hell out of him. He kissed me and we returned to the bathroom for another shower.

The first day of school, right after he got mated to Evan.

I can't believe it. I can't process it. Why the fuck was Tristan mated to Evan?

Why, Goddess, why?

The tears are inevitable. I'm bawling my eyes out in desperation that I can't control for the life of me. Ben tried his best to shield me from the judging eyes of our classmates, but I was enraptured in despair.

Eventually, he took me to the bathroom and I'm still crying.

"Why, Ben, why? This was going to be my first time with a boyfriend at school. Why take that away from me? What cruel joke is this?" - I protested, while a river of tears flowed through me.

Nothing could console me. Nothing could stop the tears from falling down my face. Basically, I had to suffer through classes with a puffy red eye.

And not once that bastard came to talk to me, even if to offer me some consolation, some solace.

When I got home, my mom saw my state - she works from home most of the days, as she works on IT - and immediately asked me about it.

"Tristan got mated today, mom. My first high school boyfriend. Mated away from me to Evan." - I told her, crying in her arms.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie. You were so happy with him." - She comforted me like only a mother can.

"I really was. I finally thought I'd be happy." - I cried out, inconsolable.

"You WILL be happy. He isn't your mate. But you WILL find him." - She reassured me, staring into my crying eyes with love and affection.

I cried every single day of that week.

Not only did I cry because of our abrupt separation, but every time I saw them together I teared up. It was like being re-traumatized all over again. Each day, every morning.

Still, he wouldn't talk to me. Tristan never came to offer a single word of comfort, not even a thank you for our time together. He effectively avoided my gaze in class like the plague.

This really hurt me the most.

Plus, I missed him every single day. His kiss, his bear hugs, the way he captured my entire essence with a single smile. I missed him dearly.

But more than anything, I was hurt. Deeply.

DAYS LATER.

"I can't believe I wasted so much tears grieving our relationship and that bastard didn't even bother to talk to me." - I complained to Ben over lunch.

"He doesn't deserve you." - He said in a sour tone.

"He never did." - Lisa agreed, also upset about it.

"I just can't believe he never even talked to me. Not once! And here I thought I meant something to him." - I muttered, clearly bothered by it.

"You mean something much more to us all. We love you." - Lisa told me and I swooned at her. Not only she, but Ben and the twins were also supportive of me. I do appreciate my friends now more than ever.

Here I am crying for that motherfucker who doesn't deserve a single drop from me.😥

https://youtu.be/EJZOeTnvq4k

A|N: If ever there was a song fitting for this chapter... Listen to it!

I'm sorry, did you think Zach's mating was in this episode?

What's the fun in that? I'm not even done with Lex's P.O.V.

Love,

Léo.