Midfield Academy: Book 3

Chapter 104: Acceptance (17 years, 10 months)

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"It's for what?" asked Daven.

"It's a countdown until my birthday." Jesse tugged on his fiance's arm. "Raven helped me make it."

"Are you that excited for your birthday?"

The sub nodded. "Well, this certain birthday I'll be turning eighteen." He grinned up at the taller boy. "And you're going to eighteen in a couple months."

"Hmm..." Daven sat down at the desk and scanned the chain that hung around the ceiling. "I don't think there's much difference between seventeen and eighteen. Maybe for humans, but not us."

Jesse frowned and sat down on his bed. "But I'll be eighteen."

"Yeah?" Daven swiveled from side to side. "Is there some civil coming of age party I should know about?"

The sub clenched his jaw. "You such an asshole. You don't even care!" He jumped to his feet and marched into the bathroom.

The door slammed shut. With a groan, Daven rubbed his forehead. What was he going to do with that boy? One moment Jesse was hyped up on who knew what, and the next, he was pissed. Daven laid his head back, trying to figure out what he had done to set the boy off.

He noticed a colored piece of paper in the garbage can. Daven picked it up and found today's date was written on it along with the number of days until— His eyes grew wide. The number of days until they would be mates.

Daven cursed under his breath. How did he end up with the most sexual sub that had ever existed? Raven still blushed when someone made a sex joke. Most of the time it was Jesse saying the joke.

Standing, he groaned. What was he going to do to make this better? Daven wasn't planning on mating the moment Jesse was eighteen. He wanted to be older, stronger. He needed to be a dominant that the world feared so he'd never had to worry about someone thinking they could challenge him for the sub. There were too many horror stories circulating around Northern Ridge about his uncle having to fight in a death-match for his mate.

Daven knocked on the door. "Jesse?"

"Go away."

"Jesse, if we're going to be mates, we have to talk."

The door opened slightly. "So you were just playing dumb? You fucking knew all along why I'm excited to turn eighteen."

He held up the piece of paper. "I figured it out."

Jesse threw open the door. "Why are you not counting down? I mean after all these years, we are so close to getting to become mates." He took Daven's hands and put them around him. "Why aren't you excited to be my mate?"

Daven clasped them behind Jesse's back. "In my head, you are my mate." His eyes landed on the sub's shoulder. "I don't need to have sex with you to see you as my mate. I guess it different because you don't have that connection yet."

With a huff, Jesse fell forward and rested his forehead on Daven's chest. "It's not fair. Dominant always have it better. It's annoying. For once, I want to be the one who gets the perks in this relationship."

"You have the perk of being the cute one." Daven kissed the sub's forehead.

Jesse scoffed and pushed Daven away. "That's not a perk! I mean fucking look at you." He waved his hand at the dominant's body. "I haven't grown a damn millimeter since I was like twelve. You grow that much from a fucking nap. It's not fair."