Fake Dating My Beta Mate

Chapter 4 - Sharing

Monica stepped out of the washroom, drying her hair with a towel, as she hummed a random tune. "Tyson, are we-" she started, but he turned to her and raised his hand to stop her, cutting her off. She realized he was on the phone, and the voice of a girl on the other end made her face fall.

"Who was that? I think I heard-" the girl asked suspiciously, but Tyson was quick to explain.

"That's just the maid," he said, making Monica gape at him. "Anyway, I'll pick you up in an hour, okay?"

"Alright."

"I love you baby," he said, smiling.

Monica walked to the dressing table, and picked up the brush, not wanting to listen to his conversation any longer. She tuned him out, struggling to brush her hair, as she scowled at her own reflection. Sighing in annoyance, she placed the brush down.

"Someone's in a good mood," Tyson muttered sarcastically, after he hung up on the call.

"I need to go shopping," Monica stated, turning to him. "And maid? Seriously? Why would such a strong, sexy, and breathtakingly beautiful diva work as a maid for you?"

"I don't see any strong, sexy, breathtakingly beautiful diva around here," Tyson replied nonchalantly. "I was talking about you."

Monica clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes at him. She opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off.

"And about the shopping, why do you need to go shopping? I got you Alyssa's spare clothes," he said, pushing his phone into his pocket as he now gazed at her.

"You do realize I'll grow out of them real quick? I'll be needing maternity clothes soon. Besides, I need my shampoo, conditioner, face wash, and tooth paste," Monica replied, looking at him in disbelief.

"Just use the ones in the washroom," he said.

"Tyson." She walked up to him, crossing her arms as she stared at him. "Got murdered in cold blood by a hormonal pregnant werewolf will not look good as the cause of death on your death certificate."

Tyson pursed his lips, biting back his amused smile. "You can't kill me without dying yourself, not that you could beat me anyway."

"You're challenging me?" Monica raised her eyebrows.

"No, I'm not. I don't have time for your childish games. I can't take you shopping, is what my point is," he said, walking around her. He stared at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair.

"Fine! I'll go by myself. Don't blame me if I don't return though," Monica replied, rolling her eyes.

"Excuse me? What do you mean by that?" He scowled, turning around to face her.

"Exactly what I said. You realize I'm new here? I can get lost really easily. Plus, I'm already regretting the decision to take up your offer," she stated.

"You're regretting?" He let out a humourless chuckle. "I'm the one who slept on the floor in my own bedroom last night. And just because I'm nice to you, doesn't mean you're going to blackmail me into doing everything you want."

"I'm not blackmailing you, dimwit, I'm speakin-"

"Do not speak to me like that!" He growled, taking a threatening step towards her. She flinched and backed away, blinking at him in confusion and shock. His eyes flashed a bright purple, before he closed them, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He then wordlessly stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Monica frowned, realizing how hard her heart was beating in her chest. She gulped as she let out a shaky breath, tucking strands of her hair behind her ears. She sat down on the bed, scratching the bridge of her nose, trying to calm herself down. A few moments later, Tyson returned to the room, and she immediately stood up, a weird wave of fear coursing through her. He stared at her, his jaw clenched, as his eyes raked up and down her body, before he looked away. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, thinking of what to say next.

"I-" they both said in unison, and then paused, staring at each other. Monica shifted her gaze to the floor, hugging herself.

"I can't take you shopping," Tyson spoke up. "I have to go out with Elle today."

Monica's face fell, just like her heart, but she was quick to cover it up, nodding. "That's fine," she said softly.

"So... I asked Alyssa to take you. I hope that's okay?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Sure," she replied. "Thanks." She bit her lip.

There was a moment of awkward silence, as the two of them stood there, waiting for the other to speak. When Monica chose to remain silent, Tyson decided to speak up.

"About what I... Um," He struggled with his words, looking anywhere but at her. "I'm..." She gazed up at him, and frowned, bothered by how hard it was for him to say the words, to simply apologize. "I have to go," he said quickly, and walked out of the room before she had the chance to respond.

The door shut behind him with a thud, and Monica stood there staring at it, before she let out a huff, rolled her eyes and picked up the brush from the dressing table again.

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Monica walked down the stairs, shuffling through her playlist as she bobbed her head to a random song playing in her earphones. She was thankful Tyson had been considerate enough to lend her a cellphone for the time being, until she could go get a new one. Music and games would allow her to kill time, as well as avoid too much interaction with the other pack members. She did not want to be confronted by them, not wanting to share too many details of her personal life.

She made her way through the foyer, walking through number of hallways, trying her best to avoid eye contact with anyone she passed by. She spotted a glass door leading to a garden, and a small excited smile stretched across her lips. She started to walk towards it, when someone called out her name. She paused for a split second, but continued walking to pretend she didn't hear it.

"We both know you heard me," a deep voice said in an amused tone, making her stop in her tracks. She turned around to find the Alpha walking towards her, and her eyes widened slightly.

"Sorry, Alpha," she offered him a sheepish smile, pulling her earphones out and letting them hang from the phone. "I didn't know it was you."

"No problem," he chuckled. "And it's Viktor for you."

She smiled, not knowing what else to do.

"You looked like you were in a hurry. I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, his grey eyes slightly narrowed.

"Not at all," she shook her head. "I was just taking a stroll."

"Good. Take one with me," he grinned, offering her his hand.

Her smile twitched, as she looked down at his extended hand, then back at him. Even though it was something very normal, it felt wrong. Viktor caught onto her hesitation and calmly withdrew his hand, giving her a reassured look. "It's okay. You don't have to."

"No, no, I... I would love to take a stroll with you, but without the hand-holding," she said, laughing at the end to sound as polite as possible.

"Oh alright," Viktor chuckled as well, gesturing for her to start walking. They went into the garden together, leisurely walking around, feeling the warmth of the faint sunlight shining upon them. "It's beautiful out here, isn't it?"

"It is," Monica nodded, smiling.

"Can I ask you something, Monica?" Viktor said, stopping.

"Sure, what is it?" Monica frowned, stopping as well.

"Do you love my brother?" He asked.

"Your... Brother?" She asked, confused. "Tyson is your brother?"

"Yeah, you didn't know?" Viktor frowned. "He's my younger brother."

"Oh," she said, hugging herself. "I had no idea."

"Anyway, do you love him? Does he treat you right?" He asked.

"Of course," Monica lied. "Why wouldn't I? We're mates."

Viktor stared at her silently for a short moment, before nodding. His eyes then shifted down to her tummy.

"You know the gender?" He asked.

Monica touched her stomach, as a forgotten memory suddenly started to play in her mind.

"Shh, just calm down. You're somewhere safe, and the reason you're tied up, is because I am trying to save your daughter's life. The process might be a little painful, hence the bonds," he said calmly.

"It... It's a girl?" Monica asked, as tears finally left her eyes.

"Yeah," the man replied, walking away from her.

"You're sure?" She asked, leaning her head up to be able to see him. At least what she could, with her blur vision.

"Yes," the man replied, returning with a tray of tools.

"Thank you," she whispered, sniffing.

"Now lay back down, and keep your eyes closed. You need to be calm. We don't have much time," he instructed, and Monica obliged.

"Monica?" Viktor asked, pulling her back to reality. He placed his hand on her shoulder, frowning. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Monica blinked, meeting his gaze. "Sorry I kinda zoned out."

"It's alright," he replied. "You wanna go back inside?"

"No, I'm-"

"Yes, she does," a voice interrupted, earning both their attention. They turned their heads to find Tyson walking towards them. He stood beside Monica, taking her hand in his possessively.

"Why don't you let her decide?" Viktor mocked, his entire demeanour changing instantly. Monica noticed how his kind, gentle eyes were now suddenly filled with mischief, and how a playful, teasing smirk tugged at his lips, instead of the genuine smile he was directing at her just a few moments ago.

"Her decision lies in mine," Tyson said through a clenched jaw. "Come on," he said, walking away, leading her inside.  Monica frowned at the incident, but remained quiet and kept walking with him, taking a mental note to find out why the brothers clearly despised each other.

They went back to their bedroom, and Tyson slammed the door behind them, making her flinch.

"What the hell were you doing?" He hissed, grabbing her arm and pushing her against the wall.

Monica's eyes widened at his sudden outburst, as she tried to comprehend what was wrong with him.

"Why were you outside with him?" He yelled, his eyes flashing a bright purple.

"Calm down," she said softly, staring at him in disbelief. "I can go out whenever I want to. You can't control all my actions."

"Monica!" He growled, hitting the wall beside her head. "Just answer my question. What were you doing out there with him?"

"Don't speak to me like that," she snapped, pushing him back. "I'm not your little girlfriend who you can order around. And I wasn't doing anything with him!"

Tyson stepped forward again, closing the space between them. She attempted to push him away again, but he caught hold of her wrists and pinned them on either side of her, making her freeze. He stepped even closer, causing her heart to raise as she struggled to get free of his hold.

"Just answer my question. What did he say to you, and what did you tell him?"

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