Irresistible

Chapter Seven: Counting Stars

"Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

Dreaming about the things that we could be."

-One Republic

Two weeks had passed since Beca had come to the realization that Chloe was her mate and it was driving her a bit insane. She was trying to figure out a way to bring it up without being too awkward. Then again, awkward was her default setting masked by her sarcastic wit and brooding attitude.

The brunette wasn't sure how to approach the situation, despite advice from both the Elders and Conor. She had been given advice based personal experiences, except for Conor. The advice she had gotten from him was vague and concerning. He had told her to just go with what her heart felt right. How the hell was she supposed to listen to her heart when it was beating a million miles per hour? It was idiotic advice in her opinion. The young Alpha wasn't good at coming to terms with her emotions nor expressing herself. It seemed that all hope was lost.

Beca had her laptop open on her mixing program. Her thoughts were preventing her from mixing anything at all. The program was just sitting with an open window, waiting for her to pick a song from her immense library. The younger co-Captain was staring at her screen in hopes that her mind would start to function again, but it was no use. Her brain was officially stuck. Finally, she was fed up with just sitting there and doing nothing.

Getting up, she charged down the stairs and towards Chloe's single room. Once she reached the redhead's room, she froze at the door. What would she even say to her co-Captain? The brunette sighed and combed her fingers through the top portion of her hair, trying to settle down before approaching the situation. Not to mention that she hadn't even questioned if Chloe was in her room. Hesitating for another moment before taking any action, Beca lifted her fist and knocked gently on the door. She waited for five seconds before the door opened and revealed her best friend, wearing nothing but a blue tank top and her underwear.

"Hey Becs," the redhead greeted her happily as she opened the door.

"Hey," she replied, shuffling her feet as she spoke. Her eyes focused on the ground, avoiding eye contact at all times. "Can we talk?"

"Of course," Chloe chirped, opening the door further to let the brunette in and stepping to the side.

As Beca walked in, her heart felt like it was threatening to escape from her chest. She was in full panic mode and there was no stopping it. Part of her wanted nothing more than to run from this situation, but she knew that this conversation had to happen. It was important that they bonded or severe consequences could occur. She had to tell Chloe the truth and it was best if she just ripped it off like a band aid.

Sitting on the chair opposite of Chloe's bed, the brunette took a calming breath and motioned for the woman to sit down. Taking a moment to just figure out a game plan, she fidgeted in her seat and tried to get a little comfortable. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like she was going to be sick. Her mind was racing as she asked herself what to say. There were no words that could describe how terrifying to tell her best friend that they were destined to be mates. Beca knew that she could lose Chloe and that would hurt her more than she cared to admit.

"Calm down, Becs," she whispered, walking over and sitting on her desk. "It's just us."

"I know," Beca murmured, placing her hand on top of Chloe's hand. "I know, but I'm just not sure how to say what I need to say. Where do I even begin? I mean, I just don't know how to explain it. Conor told me just to speak from my heart, but how can I do that when you make me so nervous? I mean-"

"Me?" Chloe asked when Beca cut herself off, confused. "I make you nervous?"

"My heart is racing a million miles an hour because I don't know how to tell you this. I don't know how to tell you because I don't know how you'll react. You are my best friend. I can't lose you, but you need to know the truth. So, I'm just going to say it. I've got to rip it off like a band aid," the younger Bella claimed, lifting her hands in the air in defeat. "You are my mate. You and me. We're mates."

"I knew that, Becs," she scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. "I've known that for two weeks. When we went on that run together and I could understand you. That's the mental bond and the last step before the physical bond. You forget that I was born a werewolf. I know these things. My parents always told me that I would know my mate once the mental bond formed. I, also, know you are nervous about the physical bond. You're already freaking out about the bond itself."

"Again, Beale," Beca chided, placing her arms over her head in defeat, "It would have been nice for you to tell me these things. Do you know how nervous I was just to tell you that we were mates? I mean come on! You let me suffer for a full two weeks! I mean it isn't as bad as being left to believe that I was crazy for a full week, but still. Chloe, I need you to tell me things!"

"Poor baby," Chloe teased, fighting back an urge to laugh at the overly dramatic brunette. "It must have been so difficult. Was the poor Alpha scared of a big, bad Omega?"

"No," the younger woman dismissed, getting up from the chair and turning away from the redhead, "I was not scared of you. I was just nervous about your reaction. Any one of us would have had the same reaction."

"Sure, Becs," the redhead giggled as she pulled Beca close to her. "Now that you've finally been honest with me, what scares you the most about being mates?"

"It isn't that I'm scared of it," Beca sighed, avoiding Chloe's gaze as she confessed to the truth. "I just can't lose you. That's what I'm scared of. You are my best friend and I care too much about you to lose you."

"You can say love, Becs," Chloe winked, joking with the brunette to relieve some of the tension. "It isn't a bad word."

"I know that, Beale," she whispered, turning as red as Chloe's hair. "I just-. Saying it makes it feel more real. If I say it and I lose you…"

"You're such a softie," the older woman breathed into Beca's ear. "I love you."

Beca struggled within herself to say the words back before she finally said it. She said the words that she had never thought she would say to another "human" as long as she lived. Those four words would change the bond between the two girls forever and that frightened the younger Bella, but she said them anyways.

"I love you too," she replied shakily, looking the redhead in her bright cerulean eyes.

Beca glanced down at her mate's full, soft lips. Within moments, she felt those lips on hers and her mind went blank, except for one constant thought. Holy fucking shit. Kissing Chloe was nothing like any kiss she had experienced before. The cliché sparks flying was nothing compared to this. It felt absolute and perfect while being safe and exciting. It was an adventure, kissing Chloe Beale, and she didn't want it to stop.

Deepening the kiss, the brunette turned the rest of her body towards Chloe and pulled her closer, their bodies flush against one another. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen and she knew she had to comply. Breaking away from the redhead, Beca was panting for air. Once she had enough air in her lungs, she caught her mate by surprise as she pushed her into the bed, kissing her hungrily. Swiping her tongue against Chloe's lower lip, she fought back every urge to tear through both of their clothes. Her dominant, animalistic side was threatening to come out. A growl forced its way out of her petite frame as Chloe pulled her closer on top of her. The brunette felt the heat rising inside of her and pooling deep within her stomach. Her whole skin like it was on fire and she didn't want it to stop. Kissing Chloe was like the world had stopped turning and they were the only two people there.

Feeling her lip trapped in between Chloe's teeth, she was losing control faster. Once Chloe let out a whine, Beca felt her control snap and she gave into her animalistic side. It was time for her to claim Chloe as her mate. She was ready and knew her destined mate was as well.


Beca, as they came down from their highs, knew that it was the time. Now was the moment to mark her mate as hers and hers alone. Her canines extended and she dug them into Chloe's shoulder. Once she heard a yelp come from the redhead, Beca felt remorse for hurting her. Releasing her mate, the brown-haired woman watched as the wound healed and placed a gentle kiss where the mark resided.

Feeling the redhead repeat the process on her, she held her breath until the pain subsided and her wound healed. Falling to the side once all was said and done, the brunette let out a sigh and pulled the covers over her body. She felt as Chloe curled up and dug her face into Beca's neck in her post-coital bliss. They sat in a comfortable silence for about five minutes, processing all that had happened.

"I think we did this wrong," the younger Bella joked, breaking the long silence. "I thought we were supposed to go on a date first. That's the normal way of doing this, right?"

"Well, we aren't normal," Chloe quipped, looking up at Beca. "Last time I checked, we both turn into wolves. I hate to break it to you. Our relationship is going to be anything but normal."

"I think I can handle that," Beca laughed, kissing Chloe's forehead gently before speaking again. "Just as long as nothing freaky happens, I'm more than okay with this. In fact, I couldn't be happier."

"Me too," the redhead whispered, holding her tighter.

"Hey, Chlo," she asked.

"Yeah?"

"How about a run later on tonight," the brunette questioned, looking Chloe in the eyes as she traced a pattern on the redhead's back with her fingers.

"I'm always up for a good run," Chloe claimed, nodding. "And, Becs?"

"Yeah? What's up," she replied.

"Thanks for not freaking out," she remarked, getting up from the bed and putting on her clothes.

"Well, I know you're pretty confident about all that," Beca teased, recalling the time when they sang in the shower together, following behind Chloe and putting on her clothing as well, "and you totally should be. Plus, it felt right. With you, everything felt right."

As she kissed Chloe, Beca felt no fear or anger unlike the time she had spent with Jesse. Smiling, she finished putting on her clothes and walked out of the redhead's room with Chloe right behind her. Completing the mate bond had her wolf feeling more at peace within her since her transformation. It felt like the two sides of her were both in harmony in that one moment. Yet, something was telling her that it was going to be short lived.

As they walked into the living room, Beca kept Chloe close to her side. She absentmindedly turned on the TV, sat down on the couch, and started to flip through the channels. Occasionally, the younger Bella would stop on a channel and watch for a few moments before being disappointed and moving on. Finally, she had run out of channels to flip through.

"You want to go on that run now?" the redhead asked.

"Sure," Beca replied, shrugging her shoulders. She hadn't noticed that Stacie and Fat Amy had walked in, "I need a good run. What about you?"

"Definitely," Chloe, unaware of their audience as well, agreed, "Do you want to eat before we go or are we going to hunt again?"

"Hunt?" the taller brunette finally spoke up. "I wouldn't take you two for hunters."