Fake Dating My Beta Mate

Chapter 3 - Sharing

Tyson pushed the door open, gesturing for her to enter. She stepped inside the pack house, the first thing she noticed being the larger number of people around. All eyes turned to them as Tyson gently closed the door behind him, stepping forward and casually placing his hand on the small of her back.

Monica felt electricity fizz through her skin, and she bit her lip, reminding herself that it was all just a show. They were pretending to be in love, when they actually hated each other's guts.

"Finally," a voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she looked towards the source. A tall, well-built man walked up to them, and Monica instantly recognized him as the Alpha. He was radiating power, anyone could tell by the way he carried himself. "How long we have waited for you to show up," he said, offering her a smile. "Welcome to the Sawtooth Wolves."

"Thank you," Monica said softly, smiling back at him.

"I'm the Alpha. Feel free to call me Viktor," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards her. Monica took it instantly, grinning at him.

"Monica. Monica King."

Tyson stepped forward and pulled her hand away from Viktor's grip. "I'm sure you're delighted that I found my mate, Alpha," he said, his face hard.

"Of course I am," Viktor smirked. "Hopefully she'll be able to knock some sense into you."

"Yeah, right," Monica muttered, rolling her eyes. Tyson squeezed her hand, making her flinch and then glare at the back of his head.

"Anyway, we have a lot to catch up on. So if you don't mind, we're gonna head to our room," Tyson said, forcing a smile. Monica frowned at his words, and wanted to object, but chose to remain quiet until they would be alone.

"Of course, go ahead," Viktor grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he took a step back. "We can continue the introductions tomorrow."

"Great," Tyson muttered, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else, he quickly led her away, and up the stairs. Once they were back in his bedroom, he shut the door and let out a huff, as he let go of her hand. Although she instantly missed the warmth of his touch, she was glad he did so.

"Why are we here?" Monica now asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

"I didn't want them to ask you too many questions for now," Tyson replied. "So I figured it'd be better if we had a night to ourselves first."

Monica's eyes widened slightly, and she felt heat creep up her cheeks. "What do you mean to 'ourselves'?"

Tyson glanced at her with a small frown, before he realized what it sounded like. "I mean so we can discuss everything... Why are you blushing?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not blushing!" She denied almost instantly, feeling her cheeks turn redder in embarrassment. "And-and who said I'm staying here all night? I want a separate room."

"What?" Tyson chuckled in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

"Absolutely not," Monica crossed her arms over chest. "I'm not sharing a room with you. Not for a fake relationship."

Tyson slightly narrowed his eyes, as he slowly walked towards her. She found herself stepping back, before she took a deep breath and held her ground, looking up at him defiantly.

"Then how?" He asked softly, his voice suddenly huskier than she remembered.

"What?" She frowned.

"How would you like to share a room with me?" He whispered, his gaze flickering down to her body, before returning to her eyes. Monica gulped, sucking in a breath as she felt her heart start to race within her chest. She bit her lip, before tearing her gaze away from him, and stepping back.

"You need to stop getting so suggestive all the time," she muttered, calming herself down.

"Suggestive?" Tyson feigned innocence, frowning. "I meant that as a rhetorical question, Kitten."

"Don't call me tha-"

"So we can't do anything about the room thing," he cut her off, walking to his dressing table. He glanced at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair. "It's tremendously important that we share a room. No one will believe we're a couple if we don't."

"I don't care, you find a way around it! I'm not sharing a room with you," Monica snapped.

"How long have you been pregnant?" Tyson asked, turning to face her again as he leaned his back against the dressing table.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows.

"How long?" He gestured to her stomach.

"Four months," she replied, wrapping her arms around her tummy, feeling uncomfortable as he gazed down at it.

"That's why you're going through these mood swings. Hmm. Understandable," he smirked, moving away from the table now.

Monica clenched her jaw, feeling her blood boil at his words. "Stop getting on my nerves."

He let out a chuckle, plopping down on the bed. "Fine. Here's the deal. We share a room, but you don't have to share a bed with me. You can sleep on the floor."

"Excuse me? You're asking a pregnant woman to sleep on the floor? Chivalry really is dead I see," Monica said in disbelief.

"You can sleep with me if you want, as long as you keep your hands to yourself," Tyson shrugged.

"I have absolutely no interest in touching you," Monica replied. "Nor will I sleep in the same bed as you. You disgust me."

"Now we both know that's a lie," Tyson smirked. "You don't want to sleep in my bed because you're afraid you'll lose control when I'm close to you."

Monica smiled at him. "You're not using that to get me to sleep with you." Her smile vanished and she glared at him. "Good night."

Tyson shrugged, rolling his eyes, as she stormed into the washroom, slamming the door behind her.

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Monica lay on the mattress, staring at the ceiling as a tear made its way out of her eye. She sniffed softly, wiping it away, as she closed her eyes.

"What is it, Hayes?" Monica raised an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame. "I saw Rose leave. She finally broke your heart, didn't she? Looked upset."

Hayes glared at her, before marching up to her and pulling her inside the room. He slammed the door shut, pushing her against it.

"Someone's in a mood," Monica chuckled, seductively placing her hands on his chest. "Why have you called me here?"

"Why have you been trying to get into my pants?" He asked, making her shift her gaze away, smiling.

"You really wanna know?" She asked.

"Yes. Is it just like you sleep around with everyone, or am I something special?" He asked.

She froze for a second, as a faint memory replayed in her mind, but she quickly waved it off.

"I just find you sexy, sweetheart. You up for it, or not? You really look like you could use a good time," she flirted, playing with his hair.

"Great," he muttered, before stepping closer and pressing his lips against hers. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she buried her hands in his hair, gripping onto it. He effortlessly picked her up, squeezing her ass as he trailed kisses down her neck, before carrying her to the bed. Roughly throwing her onto it, he took his shirt off, before climbing on top of her.

Monica opened her eyes, allowing a few more tears to escape, before she took a deep breath and wiped them all away. She placed her hand on her stomach, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy gets emotional at times," she whispered as softly as she could, not wanting Tyson to wake up, or hear her. "But I promise you, everything is going to be fine. We're in a good place, and we're safe. I love you, my World, and I'll always protect you. No matter what it takes."

"Can you stop doing that?" Tyson snapped, making her flinch. She glanced at the bed to find him sitting up, as he directed a glare towards her. "Please stop talking. Who are you even talking to? You psycho are something?"

Monica turned away from him, not wanting to reply. She felt her throat burn, but she took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"I'm talking to you, Monica," Tyson said through gritted teeth.

When she did not respond, he felt anger course through his veins. He climbed out of bed, walking over to her and standing in front of her, glancing down at her. "What's wrong with you?" He asked.

She turned away, pulling the covers closer to herself. Tyson clenched his jaw, before kneeling on the floor. He grabbed her arm and turned her around, making her let out a gasp as she stared at him in shock. His expression softened slightly when he saw the tears staining her face, and his grip on her arm loosened.

"What's your problem?" Monica snapped at him, once she had regained her composure. She sat up, scooting away from him as she scowled. "Just let me be, Tyson."

"I would if you weren't disturbing my sleep," Tyson replied. "Some of us haven't been unconscious for five hours in the evening, and need actual rest."

"Well some of us are not tired enough to fall asleep on a mattress! Some of us have things going on in their mind which are not letting them sleep!" Monica retorted, her tone harsh.

"Shh," he whispered, raising his hand, as he glanced at the door. "For the Moon's sake, stop yelling."

"You know what?" Monica said, standing up and stepping down the mattress. Tyson stood up as well, raising his eyebrows at her. "I'm done with you. You're a real jerk, you know that? You are such an insensitive prick, Tyson, you don't even care abo-"

Tyson stepped forward and grabbed the back of her neck, his other hand clasping over her mouth to shut her up. She froze, her eyes wide, as her heart beat paced, sparks erupting in both their skins.

"Quiet. Please," he begged. "I'm tired, I have an early morning, and I desperately need to sleep. I did not bring you into my home to further destroy my peace. Will you please be a sweetheart and go to sleep? On the bed if you want."

He let go of her, stepping back. Monica blinked, trying to register his actions as well as his words. "Did you... Did you just cover my mouth? How dare you touch like me that?" She said in disbelief, stepping away from him.

"God," Tyson muttered, biting his lip. He rolled his eyes, sighing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I touched you. Now please, for the love of God, go to bed."

"You mean the actual bed?" She asked, hugging herself.

"Yes."

"I'm not sleeping wi-"

"I know! I'll sleep on the floor! Is that good enough for you?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"Alright," she nodded.

Tyson sighed in relief, laying down on the mattress, while Monica made her way to the bed. She climbed in, slowly laying down, placing her head on his pillow.

"I need my pillow," Tyson said.

She sat up and they exchanged pillows, before laying down again. For some odd reason, even though she knew he had given up the bed for selfish reasons, Monica could not help but feel a weird warmth in her chest. The bed too, was still warm after he had slept in it, and Monica felt goosebumps cover her skin as that warmth spread into her body. She glanced at him, to find him turned away from her, the covers pulled up to his neck.

"Tyson?" She asked softly, feeling nervous. She felt the need to thank him for giving up her bed to her, even though he had been a real ass about it.

"What is it now?" He said in an annoyed tone.

"Nevermind," she replied, put off by his tone.

She pulled the sheets over her head, and turned away from him, closing her eyes.

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