Chapter 90: Tyler

I watch as Trent leads Jazz downstairs almost dragging her so he can feed her. I always knew he would treasure his mate just like his dad does with his mom. Trent grew up with a perfect example of what mates are suppose to be like. Me and Thomas grew up with our parents always arguing about the smallest things or about what was done in the past. I've always felt like they resented each other for some reasons. I don’t know if they were true mates or if they were chosen mates. Hell, even Creed grew up with shitty parents, they despise him just because of his designation with is complete utter bullshit. But who am I to comment when my dad keeps asking me if I am showing any signs of being an Alpha or even a Beta so I can be Trent's second in command when he takes over? All my dad wants is the fame of being related to someone important so he doesn’t have to do shit anymore. I don’t know if I can even be half the man Jazz is going to need going forward. I'll be damned if I let it stop me tho because I’m already close to being in love with this girl and I don’t want to fuck it up. With a quick check in with Sam I looed at the other 2 and asked “Well Trent's hindbrain has taken over and has dragged our mate to the kitchen. Shall we follow and eat while we can or leave them to their own devices for a little bit?” I'm leaning against the wall by the entrance while Creed is by he bed and Thomas is by the bathroom door looking a little worried and Killian is leaning on the opposite wall of me.

The others look at me then the door trying to listen to what ever is going on. After a few seconds Thomas and Killian just about bolt out the room laughing and shoving each other to see who gets there first. Creed hangs back and watches them leave with a small smile. I get off the wall to head downstairs too when I feel a tug on my arm. I look down and see Creed is stopping me so I turn towards him and ask, “What’s wrong Creed?” He looks nervous but doesn’t lift his eyes to look at me so I look behind me at the door and decide. I remove is hand which causes his head to shoot up and for his mouth to open but I just hold up a hand. His mouth closes with a snap and his eyes narrow; I chuckle and go to close the door so we can talk in relative silence.

It seems removing his hand has triggered his Omega nature, I chuckle but once the outside world is locked out, I turn toward him and raise an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind Creed?” I ask him with concern. He continues looking at me then looks down at his fiddling fingers. I walk towards the bed and sit down to wait patiently for him to collect his thought. He sucks in a breath when I walk by him but it seems to bolster him because he nods his head and turns toward me with a determined look in his eyes. Oh boy. I have a feeling this wont be good. I put my hands behind me and lean back while I wait for him to talk.

“Yes" I say to him, I'm still leaning on the bed when he walks over to me and blushes a little bit before he decides to plops directly on my lap, causing me to sit up with an “Oomph" and wrap my arms around him so he doesn’t fall off. He wiggles a little to get comfortable then looks at me innocently and I narrow my eyes at him playfully and mutter “Brat" he blushes but keeps staring. “Now that it seems your conformable what’s on your mind Creed?” I say to him softly as I rub my hands up his sides. His body shivers at the contact and I smile internally to myself in triumph. “Are you ok?” he asks me and it causes me to jolt since I was not expecting him to say that. I furrow my brow and tell him “Ya I'm ok. What made you ask me that?” He nibbles on his bottom lip as he continues to stare at me.

I reach a hand up to pull his poor lip from between his teeth. I rub it and tell him softly, “If you keep doing this your gonna make it bleed” I kept watching my thumb rub his bruised lip for another few seconds before I lifted my eyes to see his wide and dilated and his breathing choppy. I smirk inwardly and reluctantly move my hand and ask him, “Creed what made you thinks I wasn’t, ok?”  I watch him furrow his brows then shake his head I guess to clear it. He licked his lips which drew my attention for a split second before I forced my eyes to his. I think he was laughing at me because his lips twitched before settling into a shy smile.

I chuckled as I waited for him to gather his thoughts. We can still hear the others downstairs laughing so I know we had some time before they came back to the room. “I felt something earlier.” He says softly, it was so soft that is almost sounded like a whisper. I nod to show I’m listening and for him to continue. “When we were watching Jaz have her minor freak-out when she woke up. I felt something like sadness and worry coming from you.” He rushed out. It makes me jolt in realization that he was able to feel my minor freak-out regarding my ability to bee what Jazz needs and not disappoint her or the others. Son of a bitch I sigh and rake a hand down my face as I contemplate on how to answer him. He leans forward and wraps his hands around my hand and asks, “Are you ok with this or are you scared?” I marvel at him and look at his hands around mine as I try and speak my truth.