17. Whizz/ Dylan

WHIZZ

Dylanand I had been looking forward to this date night for a while. We started with dinner at a cozy little diner, tucked away on a corner street.

The atmosphere was warm, despite the diner being crowded. As we settled into a booth, I couldn”t help but admire Dylan’s smile.

He looked a lot happier these days.

We looked at the menu together and I asked him what he wanted to order.

“I don’t have a particular preference. I’ll get whatever you’re getting. Maybe we can share a few dishes?” Dylan asked, playful look in his eyes.

“Deal,” I agreed.

Our date started on a lighthearted note and I hoped the vibe would remain for the rest of the evening.

Over burgers and milkshakes, we talked about our days.

I asked Dylan how work was going, genuinely curious about how he was doing at the kindergarten.

Dylan took a sip of his milkshake before answering, “It”s been going pretty smoothly, Whizz. Thanks to Kyle, actually.”

He chuckled. Dylan continued, “He”s been a huge help and he’s great with kids. We”ve become good friends.”

I smiled, happy to hear that Dylan had someone he could rely on at work. But something niggled at the back of my mind.

Kyle had entered Dylan”s life rather suddenly, and I couldn”t help but wonder about his true intentions.

I cared deeply for Dylan”s well-being and safety, so the idea of doing a background check on Kyle crossed my mind.

It wasn”t that I didn”t trust Dylan”s judgment, but in my line of work, caution was second nature.

As we walked from the diner to the movie theater, the evening air was cool and nice.

We strolled hand in hand down. The town lights danced around us, and in that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

We finally reached the movie theatre.

“What are you in the mood to watch?” I asked him, sliding a possessive hand across his shoulders.

Dylan leaned against me, studying the screen to see what was currently showing.

I didn’t care what we were watching, as long as I got to spend a quiet moment with my mate.

We eventually decided on a recent rom-com, something light and entertaining.

As we sat in the dimly lit theater, I should have been more focused on the plot, laughing at the jokes, and holding Dylan”s hand.

But my mind kept wandering to Hicks” new operation, like an unwelcome shadow lurking in the background.

Dylan shifted in his seat, the glow from the movie screen casting a soft light on his face.

His smile was warm, his eyes filled with anticipation, and his hand rested in mine.

He deserved my full attention, yet my thoughts remained divided.

I made an effort to concentrate on the movie, laughing when Dylan did, whispering jokes and comments to each other.

But every now and then, my gaze would drift to the phone in my pocket, as if expecting some crucial information to come in.

Dylan nudged me gently, his expression a mix of concern and amusement.

”Hey, Whizz, everything alright?” Dylan asked.

I snapped my attention back to him, offering a quick nod and a reassuring smile.

”Yeah, just got a lot on my mind. Let”s enjoy the movie,” I answered.

But the truth was, I couldn”t shake the nagging feeling that Hicks” new operation was brewing, potentially bringing danger to our doorstep once again.

My duty was to protect Dylan”s safety and ensure no other omega endured what he did.

As much as I wanted to focus on our date, my mind remained preoccupied with the dark cloud looming on the horizon.

Two hours later, the movie had come to an end, and the credits rolled on the screen as the lights slowly came up.

I turned to Dylan, a smile gracing my lips.

He gave me a quick, sweet peck on the cheek, and his warm breath brushed against my ear as he whispered, ”I”ve really enjoyed myself tonight, Whizz. You should take me out on more dates like this.”

My heart swelled with affection for him, and I leaned in to steal a gentle kiss in return.

”Absolutely. I promise we”ll do this more often. I”ll think of something fun for the next one,” I answered.

As we left the cinema and walked back to where I had parked my motorcycle.

The night air was crisp, and the normally sleepy little town of Moon Burrow felt wide awake.

But just as I was about to suggest we head home, Dylan surprised me. He suggested, ”How about some late-night ice cream?”

I grinned, charmed by his spontaneity. ”Late-night ice cream it is.”

We wandered the streets until we found a cozy ice cream parlor that was still open.

Dylan stood before the colorful array of ice cream flavors, his brow furrowed in concentration.

He was always so indecisive when it came to ice cream, and I couldn”t help but chuckle.

”Can”t decide again?” I asked him.

He looked over at me with a playful grin. ”You know me too well, Whizz. It”s always such a tough decision.”

I thought for a moment and then suggested, ”How about we share two sundaes? That way, you get to try two flavors.”

Dylan raised an eyebrow, his eyes dancing with amusement.

”What if I can finish one on my own?” Dylan asked.

I winked at him. ”I bet you can, but it”s more fun this way.”

As we dug into our sundaes, the conversation shifted to the movie we had just watched.

We discussed the plot, our favorite scenes, and the actors” performances.

It felt like we were just two people in love, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other”s company.

The ice cream was soon devoured, and as we finished, Dylan touched my arm and said, ”I”m here, whenever you”re ready to talk.”

His patience overwhelmed me for a moment. I was tempted to spill everything about Hicks. But I hesitated.

I didn”t want to ruin the good mood, the carefree atmosphere of our date night.

I leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss, whispering, ”I promise I will, Dylan, when the time is right.”

DYLAN

I wokeup in the soft, familiar bed, my senses slowly returning to me as I stretched and yawned.

Rolling over, I expected to see Whizz lying next to me, his strong arms wrapped around me, but the spot beside me was empty.

I frowned, the warm memories of our date night from the previous evening still fresh in my mind.

It had been an incredible night, and I couldn”t help but wonder what had been bothering Whizz.

He had a way of keeping his emotions locked up tight, like a closed box that I couldn”t always pry open.

Since Whizz had given me his mate mark, I”d been able to catch glimpses of his emotions from time to time, but it was always irregular and never the full picture.

Last night, I had tried to coax him into opening up, but it had been to no avail.

With a sigh, I finally got out of bed and wandered to Whizz”s work desk. It was covered in papers and notebooks, a reflection of his tireless dedication to the MC.

As I was about to turn away, my eyes caught something on a post-it note.

I picked it up and smiled, reading it aloud to myself, ”Went for a morning jog. I”ll return with breakfast.”

I reminisced about that one time I asked him to take me along on his early morning jog.

The memory made me smile; he was like a force of nature, and I had struggled to keep up.

After a few attempts, I decided it was best to build up my stamina my own way, even though he”d been more than willing to help me.

I finally decided to send him a text message. I began the search for my phone, but finding it wasn”t an easy task.

Whizz”s room was a constant mess, but he stubbornly argued that only he could make sense of the organized chaos.

After a few minutes of rummaging through the piles of clothes, books, and various gadgets, I finally found my cell phone, lying unnoticed beneath the bed.

To my chagrin, the battery was dead. I knew Whizz wouldn”t mind if I borrowed his charger, so I plugged it in and left the phone to charge.

While I waited for my phone to come to life, I wandered over to Whizz”s main computer. I figured I could send him an email instead of a text.

As I turned on the computer, it prompted me for a password. Unsure of what I was doing, I entered a few combinations.

On the third try, I entered my own name and birthday, never expecting it to work.

To my surprise, the computer unlocked, and I couldn”t help but chuckle.

”For a talented hacker, you have such a simple password,” I muttered to myself, my amusement growing.

My intention had been to log onto my email, but something caught my eye.

Whizz”s recent search history. My heart raced with trepidation as I began to browse through it.

Why was Whizz doing a search on Kyle, of all people?

As I read through the search results, questions swirled in my mind. What prompted Whizz to be suspicious of my new friend?

Had something happened? It was so unlike Whizz to be secretive about his activities.

My curiosity piqued, I debated whether I should dig deeper or wait for Whizz to come back and explain.

I couldn”t deny that my heart ached with concern, and I needed to know what was going on. But at the same time, I didn”t want to invade Whizz”s privacy.

As I waited for Whizz to return, anger festered within me.

We were mates, connected on a deeper level than most, and it stung to think that Whizz might be keeping something from me.

I couldn”t understand why he had been searching for Kyle, and it bothered me more with each passing moment.

Half an hour later, the door swung open, and Whizz stepped into the room, his sweaty, well-defined form glistening under the thin shirt and jogging pants he wore.

Ordinarily, the sight of him would have distracted me, but not this time.

”Morning,” he greeted me, walking over, seemingly oblivious to my mood.

I didn”t waste any time in getting to the point. My voice was steady but edged with frustration.

”Why were you looking Kyle up?” I asked, not bothering to sugarcoat the question.

I had considered being sensitive about the situation, but I had changed my mind.

Whizz could be possessive at times, but he had to trust me to make my own judgments about people.

Whizz”s expression shifted from casual to surprised as his eyes fell on the computer screen.

His jaw tensed, and he paused for a moment before finally meeting my gaze.

There was a hint of guilt in his eyes as he sighed and began to explain.

”Your friend Kyle is not who he claims to be,” he said, and it took a moment for his statement to fully sink in.

Whizz continued, “Dylan, there”s no record of him at all in the paranormal government registry. How he managed to secure his post at that school is also suspect.”

I felt my chest constrict as the words registered. Kyle, the friend I”d trusted and brought into my life, might not be what he seemed.

Whizz divulged more information on Kyle, and although I knew I should be paying attention, my mind was clouded by fury.

I had never been so…angry.

Finally, Whizz paused and observed, ”You”re really pissed-off about this.”

The way he spoke with a hint of guilt only fueled my rage.

”You shouldn”t have kept your suspicions from me. Is this why you were distracted last night?” I demanded.

Whizz hesitated, and through our mate mark, I felt the guilt that he couldn”t hide. It was a stark reminder of how deeply connected we were.

The thought that there was something else he had been keeping from me hit me like a punch to the gut.

I couldn”t stand that he had kept something from me, and I pressed on, my voice growing tighter and more furious with each word.

“What else were you hiding from me?”

My rabbit side urged me to calm down, to listen to Whizz and understand that he had his reasons, but I ignored it.

“Dylan, I need you to calm down,” Whizz said.

”Don”t tell me to calm down,” I snapped, my anger flaring. ”We”re mates. We shouldn”t be hiding secrets from each other.”

Whizz didn”t immediately respond, but after a moment, he began to explain about Hicks” new operation.

As he spoke, the flood of information overwhelmed me, and I struggled to process it all.

”I can”t deal with this, with you right now,” I blurted out, my chest heavy with the weight of my emotions.

I knew that if I lingered, I would say hurtful words that I”d come to regret. The only option for the moment was to retreat.

”I need to think,” I snapped, my voice sharp.

Without another word, I gathered my clothes and my charging phone, then left Whizz”s room.

The door closed behind me.

I needed time alone to sort through my thoughts and emotions, to figure out what had just happened and how to move forward.