Think a title for:Rick inhaled a deep breath, letting it out again, fog appearing as he blows out. He stares at his beautiful luna with pity in his eyes, he did not understand why his best friend just couldn’t accept Valerie because he knew that she had no luck of beauty or brains. She was a package deal, someone brilliant with a big heart. 
“Hi.” Rick clears his throat as he marches up to Valerie. Valerie’s gaze turns to him, her head tilting to the side as she thought that he was here to pester her too. Even though she knew that Rick was a decent man, she also knew that Rick was Winston’s best friend and beta, so she was wary of him.
“Hi.” She breathes out, her eyes not leaving his dark brown ones.
“Can I sit?” he asks, gesturing to the open space beside her and she looks down beside her, biting her lip as she wonders if she should accept. Her gaze flicks back to him and she decides to let him sit, knowing that there wouldn’t be a big issue since Winston had no interest in her anyway.
“Sure.” She forces a smile, batting her unshed tears away. She wanted more from life, because since her parents died, she has had no one except for Catherine, but she knew that she couldn’t go to her mate’s mother and actually talk about him, because Catherine would try and fix the problem, only making it worse for Valerie.
“What’s wrong? It seemed like you and Winston were finally getting along.” Rick offers a smile, but Valerie snorts, shaking her head at her mate’s best friend. “We won’t ever get along…not unless I run away or simply die. Perhaps he would have some nice words to say at my funeral.” She snorts. “Come on, it’s not that bad, is it?” Rick asks concerned. “You have no idea how cruel he is to me…I think it’s because he blames me for her death.” Valerie mutters, staring at the opposite wall. “He’s a difficult one…but I think that he just needs time.” Rick shrugs, making Valerie laugh as she rolls her eyes.
“What?” Rick asks worried. Valerie turns to him, tucking a strand of her light hair behind her ear, “His mom said that too.” She sighs, “But he doesn’t need time, he won’t ever need me. He’s heartless and I can’t blame him for that…he lost his mate, she was his other half and I can’t imagine how empty he must feel without her…but he doesn’t need time, no…He needs me gone.” She sighs, tears brimming in her eyes. 
Valerie hates herself for actually caring for him, she hates that she thought that he cared for her too…but now she sees that it’s all fake. He hates her and if he didn’t need her, he would have killed her already.
Or at least that is what she thought.
“No, he doesn’t.” Rick sighs, “Just don’t give up, you have just become luna.” He gently bumps his shoulder in hers, making her giggle as she rolls her eyes. “I guess it would suck to quit after just starting…” she sighs, her hair falling out behind her ear. Rick gently tucks it behind her ear again, smiling at her, but there was no intimate moment between them, but that is not what Winston thought as he stood in the door, glaring at his best friend making a move on his secret crush in the open. Winston grew angry as he stares at them, laughing and smiling as they talked. As Valerie leaned her head on Rick shoulder, Winston had decided that he’d seen enough and turned to walk back inside, plotting revenge inside of his dark and twisted mind as he made his way back to the bar.
All while Winston went to drink his jealousy away, Valerie was sitting with her head rested against her new friend’s shoulder, “Thanks for talking me into staying.” She sighs. She knew that this was just something she had to do, not for herself, but for the pack. She liked working in the bakery, she use to love bickering with Winston, but now that she thought she knew the truth, it was uncertain if she’d ever be his true mate, someone he loved and cared for…
“Do you want to go back inside?” Rick asks as he hops off the wall, turning to face her. She glances at the door, feeling uncertain, “I think I’m just going to go home.” She forces a smile. Her hands press onto the ledge and Rick grabs her waist, helping her off, but as her feet hit the ground and he stares into her beautiful emerald orbs that shine bright under the light of the moon, something inside of his heart melts. “Thanks.” She smiles, not really caring that he’s so close, because to her, he was only a friend, but to him…a crush has begun to brew in his chest, even though he knew that it was wrong.
“Let me walk you home.” Rick offered just because he wanted to spend more time with her, “Rick, I can literally see the house from here. I’m fine.” She smiles and he suddenly felt very stupid for offering. He nodded and turned on his heel, walking off while she went in the opposite direction.
Valerie sat down on the small chair in front of the mirror, taking her jewellery off one by one, placing them back into the box, staring at herself in disgust. She could not help but wonder if Winston was right…she always had her parents tell her that she was beautiful, even her friends told her, but now she only has Winston’s words inside of her mind, telling her how ugly she is and how she’s only good when she shows her ass to him. It broke her heart, standing in his arms and hearing him say all those things. 
Valerie stood up, trying to unzip her dress from the back, cursing when she realises it’s stuck.
“No, no, no.” she grits out as she stomps around, hating that this is happening. Her bedroom door bursts open and Winston marches in, his head snapping in all directions, “Where is he?” he growls, jealousy pouring out of him. “What?” Valerie freezes on the spot, her hands stretched to grab the zipper behind her back, her head tilted down. “Where is Rick?” Winston sneers, “Back at the party, why would he be in here?” she snaps at him. She was in no mood to talk to him, not after everything he had said. “Don’t act foolish, I saw you.” He sneers at her, growling lowly. “Saw what?” she snorts, lowering her arms to her side. “You two were cozying up next to each other, outside, where everyone could see!” he growls.
Valerie rolls her eyes as she tries to reach the zipper again, “You’re so full of it.” She grits out, “I’m full of it? You are hitting on my beta!” he bellows, “Oh so what? You don’t like me.” She snaps, staring at him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t, but that doesn’t mean you can humiliate me.” He seethes. “I didn’t.” she shrugs, “Nothing happened and nothing ever will. He’s a good friend, but I don’t know why he’s friends with you.” She glares at him, huffing when her fingers slip off the zip.
“Ugh!” she yells as she tries to reach it again. “What the hell are you doing?” Winston asks impatiently. “My zip is stuck.” She grits out annoyed. 
Winston stares at her, realising that she wasn’t flirting with his best friend and he knew that his best friend wouldn’t do that to him. Winston struts over, still acting mad as he rounds her. “What are you doing?” she tries to turn around to face him, but he grabs her nape, brushing her hair over her shoulder to the front as his other hand takes the zip, slowly pulling it up and then down. It slides all the way down to the small of her back and he blankly stares at her beautiful skin, his fingers tingling to just run them down her spine, to feel her, but she steps out of his grasp, turning to him, “Thanks, now go.” She deadpans, wanting him to leave, but the determination is his eyes tells her that’s not going to happen.