It hurts you know. When the girl you love is so caught up in your brother to realize how you feel.

Simon always got the girls. He was handsome, and charming. Girls always took one look at me and then never looked again.

I'm hulking.
Dark.
Rude.
A monster.

I never cared that Simon always got the girl. It didn't bother me. Until Chloe.

I need to explain something.

Werewolves have a mate. And when they find their mate, they're not able to ever look at or feel anything romantic for another woman. Their mate is it for them.

Chloe's my mate. And I don't deserve her. I'll never tell her what she means to me. I won't ruin her happiness with Simon. She deserves it after everything we're going through.

So I sit here, in the back of this bus with the Wicked Bitch of the West, watching them. Watching my brother and my mate. Watching her fall asleep on his shoulder. I can feel the change coming on. I need Chloe. She keeps me sane when my bones are shattering and rearranging. I need her to help me.

Or at least that's what I tell myself. I'm not walking up there to wake her up because I don't want her sleeping on him, cuddling up to him. I'm not walking up there because I'm jealous of Simon. I'm not walking up there because I love her and I want her with me.

Or at least that's what I tell myself.

A/N This is my first attempt at a Chlerek story. It turned out a bit more angsty than I thought.

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-belleyboo14