Wolf Like Me

Fatin POV (Age 15)

It starts off with a small nagging urge that festers in her brain on a constant. 

The urge is hard to explain but Fatin, when later asked, would refer to it as her caveman brain. It whispered to her constantly to provide, give, and uphold her mate. It whispered to her at lunch just as it did when they were seven; Leah still ate little at school so Fatin went out of her way to make sure she would eat more. 

She bought more for her own tray knowing Leah preferred to pick off it rather than eat her own. Over time she learned what foods Leah ate in particular moods: when anxious she would revert to plain food, when hormonal she craved something sweet, and if she was sad she enjoyed a treat she wouldn’t normally splurge on. 

Treat days Fatin often dropped by the bakery on the way to school. Her bond with Leah gave her a sense of her emotions and she had her period mapped out on her phone calendar. As such she always knew what to get and when. 

It starts off as food but that soon changes. 

“Honey, may I ask why you need to buy four cardigans when I’ve yet to see you wear knitwear in your life?” Rana rose a brow as she studied her daughter’s odd behaviour. 

Fatin appraised the four cardigans in front of her; they were a mix, all in soft chunky wool and long just as Leah loved. Two were brown, one was black, and the third was khaki green. Whilst Fatin loved blue on Leah, she rarely wore it other than a couple of men’s shirts she had in a pinstriped blue and red. 

“Leah is growing out of her other ones but Leah being Leah- she refuses to part with them. They’re so old and wrecked because she’s a sleeve chewer when anxious, so I figured I'd get her options and one is bound to stick.” 

With a laugh Rana shook her head. “Your mate gets annoyed when you splurge on her.” 

“Then let her be annoyed. I’m her mate, she needs new clothes but getting her to go shopping is a rare event. Until that happens, I’m picking something out for her.” 

Rana placed her card on the reader with a smile. 

Unsurprisingly Leah was annoyed as Fatin turned up on Saturday with a huge bag in tow. 

“What’s that?” Leah mumbled, tugging her hoodie over her head as she stretched. 

Her eyes followed the curve of her back and the soft arch of her neck that Fatin wished to nuzzle. With a shiver she averted her eyes, pulling the contents out. 

“Cardigans. I was at the store, and they had a sale on but only had like two hoodies. Criminal, right? Anyhow I grabbed you some of these because I know you needed a new one.” 

“I don’t need a new cardigan.” 

She did, her new one was now so small that it didn’t meet her wrists. Leah couldn’t use the thumbholes she had worn into it over time. Regardless, Fatin bit her cheek and held that comment in. Presenting Leah with that fact would only aggravate her or make her distressed, she loved her cardigans as Fatin did her hoop earrings. If someone suggested that she should replace those she would punch them in the throat.

“Can you please just try the brown one on?” 

With a shake of her head, Leah headed over. “I don’t need you to buy me clothes.” 

But Leah did. There were many things that Leah did for Fatin in their pairing. Leah supported her in so many aspects of her life that Fatin struggled to list them, leaving her feeling like she wasn’t doing enough. A perfect balance, her mother always said. It was clear she needed to provide too, just as Leah did. Her mate detested shopping with a passion so Fatin took it on her shoulders to help her.

“I know. Please try them on though. If you don’t like any, they can go back it’s not a problem.” 

With a frown, Leah ran her hand across the black one Fatin lifted. Tugging her hand back from it, she immediately shook her head. “The texture is weird.” 

One of the brown ones was also vetoed for weird texture which left the green and caramel brown ones in her hands which were far softer. They had rabbit’s wool in them which Fatin wouldn’t disclose because Leah would immediately question the price. 

“These feel good.” Leah shrugged the green one on first, smiling softly when the sleeves finally covered her hands again. 

That small upturn of her lips was enough to make Fatin grin for weeks.  “Do you want to try on the brown one?” Fatin’s fingers strummed impatiently against her thigh. 

“Sure.” 

Leah loved the brown one. In fact, Maryann eventually had to get Fatin to pry it off her mate for a wash after she grew so attached to it.

Food was the first thing. Clothing was the second. And the third? 

Well, the third was something she wouldn’t speak about. 

The thing about omegas was that certain things calmed them far more than others, especially when mated. Fatin eventually figured out that much of Leah’s worries could be solved with proximity and attention. 

Or a kiss. 

The first time she realised it was one of the rare moments that Leah failed a test. 

She yelled in her room, ranting as she paced, seething with anger and rightly so. Her essay was brilliant but her teacher was as Fatin would put it, “He’s a massive dick.” 

“The biggest dick!” Leah groaned. “Seriously? Failing me because he didn’t like the point I made about the author weaving harmful tropes into his work when it’s known and proven? I gave evidence to back my points, quoted and dissected that book so well.” 

“Yeah, well, Mr. Francis is a racist piece of shit. Are we really surprised here?” 

“I could kick him in the balls right now.” 

Leah ran a tense hand through her hair, but Fatin couldn’t help but smile. Seeing Leah angry, when not directed at her, was surprisingly making her chest warm. 

“Ugh, the misogynistic shit.” 

“Let it all out babe.” 

“He’s just so on his high horse about everything. If he wanted an essay in his fucked-up perspective about an author who's dead, yet he’s still kissing his corpse of an ass, then why the fuck didn’t he write it himself?” 

Oh yes, huh, this really was attractive. Fatin’s hands tightened, balling Leah’s sheets into a fist as she swallowed thickly. 

“He told me to write a new one for extra credit meaning he wants me to only see the author the way he wants. But do you know what? Screw him. I’m going to write an essay that’s far deeper with its analysis of how messed up the author was.” 

“Leah-”

“And then I’m going to ask the headteacher to peer review it. Maybe I’ll take it to the student council, see how-”

“Babe.” Fatin stood, taking Leah’s face between her hands. The anger was quickly getting out of hand, and while Leah was cute when annoyed she didn’t want her getting worked up and stressed. “There you go, look at me. You are not going to win with him. Believe me, people have tried. Just write the essay he wants and ignore him because you only have one month left in his stupid class. Then what you do is once you pass that class, you can publish your original essay in the school newspaper which will really piss him off. You get an A, but you still get to smile afterward.” 

“That- Yeah that could work,” Leah said, flushing as Fatin’s eyes burned gold. 

Occasionally Fatin struggled to rein her gold eyes in; the shade would change based on her level of emotion. The current yellowy gold that filled her eyes Leah was well versed in the meaning of. 

“Fatin-” Her voice broke as she spoke. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Breathe for me?” Fatin ran a hand through her hair, lips meeting Leah’s nose to kiss it briefly. “We will fix this. There’s no need to worry, okay?” 

“Okay.” Leah squirmed slightly. “You look really beautiful today.” 

Fatin felt her ears heating but smiled confidently. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

She leaned in, kissing Leah so softly at first a light whimper left her lips. It was a sound that Fatin loved; that typical omega sound of contentedness that Fatin fed off. There was no need for Leah to vocalise what she wanted, Fatin knew what would calm her emotions as she kissed her deeper than before. Fatin kissed her so hard that Leah’s lips were swollen and red. She fed a tongue into her mouth and dropped her hand lower, resting on Leah’s lower back as her nails scratched lightly at the skin there. 

It was consuming as she pressed Leah against her bookshelf, one book falling from it that the pair ignored. She gripped her waist, pulling Leah closer to her as the kiss took her mind away from anything but her mate. Soon her lip was being tugged between Leah's teeth and Fatin groaned at the feeling. 

It went on for so long that the pair became breathless, Leah losing herself so much to the feeling of Fatin’s mouth on her own that she forgot the time until a hand knocked on her door, swinging it open. 

“Open door policy ki-” Kurt stilled; taking in the two teens who were standing awkwardly, their clothing crumpled and ajar and hair a mess from their make-out session. With a snort of laughter, he shook his head. “Fatin, why does my daughter look like she’s been dragged through the forest backward?” 

“Uh-” Fatin could feel her heart beating in her throat. 

“Door open kids. At all times.” 

They both nodded, though Leah was a shade of red so bright Fatin couldn’t help but snicker as Kurt left.

“Ohmygodstop.” Leah ducked her head into her neck. 

“It was kind of funny.” 

“Shut up,” Leah groaned as Fatin fixed her top for her.