Fated to the enemy

Bennett's pov

I had left Ryder and was currently pacing around a secluded side of the lush forest, a place I rarely came to except I was seriously disturbed.

Ryder was sending everyone home and dismissing our close acquaintances who were still conflicted as to what had just happened.

Was it a joke?

They asked.

And I actually wondered, I mean....the moon goddess may have just decided to toy around, like Ryder had said.

So then why was I still feeling like I needed to see Storm, no....fuck no, this bond wouldn't get the better of me.

The trees around me blurred into a wall of green, but the ache inside me sharpened with every second that passed.

I could hear noises, cracks of branches and snaps of twigs, but I couldn't focus on them.

I wasn't weak. I wasn't some sick idiot about to throw away my pride because of a stupid cosmic mistake.

Storm was the enemy.

He had always been the enemy.

And yet here I was, pacing like a rabid dog because my wolf couldn't stop yelling the words 'mate'.

I kicked at a rock, sending it clattering into the underbrush.

"This is bullshit," I muttered.

But even as the words left my mouth, my feet were already moving, not back towards the party where Ryder was probably managing the gossip, not deeper into the woods, but towards where I could feel him.

Lucas Storm.

I caught his scent before I saw him, leaning against the rock.

I sneaked up on him from behind, ready to land a punch of my own to convey my frustrations, when,

He turned, grabbed my wrist, and then punched me square in the face.

"Fuck!" I growled and grabbed my nose, he held my shoulder and attempted to land another punch to my face when I grabbed his shoulder and jacked him. He was heavier than I remembered, so we ended up flipping over.

We hit the ground hard, a tangle of limbs and curses. The impact was felt on my spine, but I didn’t loosen my grip.

Storm snarled under me, teeth bared like a feral beast.

I answered with a growl of my own, the bond between us crackling like a live wire.

"You son of a bitch," he spat, shoving at my chest.

I slammed him back down, pressing my forearm against his throat.

"You're such a pain in the ass?" I hissed, my face inches from his.

He buckled under me,

"Get off me," he growled.

"Were you stalking me?, I am the only one who comes here."

His lip curled. "Don't flatter yourself."

I shoved him again, my wolf snarling just beneath my skin.

"You expect me to believe it’s a coincidence that you’re standing right where I can feel you like a damn itch I can't scratch?"

He smirked, bloody and defiant. "You're the one who came looking for me."

I growled low in my throat and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, hauling him up so we were nose to nose.

The scent of him hit me like a sledgehammer, wild, intoxicating, like woodsmoke, rain, and something.....coffee-ish.

I immediately used a hand to pinch my nostrils.

"Doing that won't block out my scent, Bennett. Burning this bond to the ground will."

I let go of him with a gasp.

"Saying that I reject you to your face isn't as easy as you think, Storm. If it was, then I would've done it immediately."

"What?" He mocked, "are you afraid of going insane for a little while till the bond wears off completely?"

I nearly slapped him into factory reset.

"My coronation is in a few days, I cannot take the seat as Alpha when my head isn't in the right place. If we don't properly break this bond, it'll cost me a lot."

"I don't care," he shrugged and chuckled.

"I, Lucas Storm, re-"

I knocked him unconscious.

~(An hour later).

I kept pacing around, slightly worried because for a minute there, I thought I killed him. I had accidentally put extra force in that blow.

But the idiot was nearly about to ruin me.

He stirred finally, groaning like the dramatic idiot he was.

I crossed my arms and glared at him from a few feet away.

If he tried to jump me again, I'd knock him out properly this time.

Storm sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his head, his hair a tangled mess.

"You hit like a fucking truck," he muttered, wincing.

"Good," I said flatly.

"You should've let me finish the job so that we can all put this joke behind us," he grumbled, hauling himself to his feet.

"If you reject me without preparations, heck, if any of us reject each other without proper preparations then we are both fucked. We'll lose our minds literally." I snapped immediately.

Storm scoffed, brushing dirt off his shirt like I hadn't just warned him about losing his damn mind.

"I am already losing my mind, maybe that's better than whatever this shit is," he muttered.

I took a step closer. "We aren't full adults yet, you wouldn't last two hours, Storm. You’d claw your own throat out before you even made it back to town."

He rolled his eyes, but there was tension in his shoulders now. He knew I wasn’t lying..

"Whatever," he grunted. "We should just do it now. Get it over with. Before you start crying about your coronation."

I bared my teeth in a mock smile. "Keep running your mouth, and I’ll make sure you attend it from a hospital bed."

He smirked. "Might be the only way you’ll get through it without tripping over your own dick."

"You're talking about my private parts, Storm. I cross the line at that."

I made a disgusted face, hoping that he didn't assume that just because a cosmic mistake had been made that I was suddenly feeling comfortable contemplating the other team.

I was and still am a very straight man, irrespective of whatever.

If I ever wanted to slide between legs, then it would be ones that possessed soft, supple thighs.

And I would be on top.