Alpha, Beta, & Beta ~ Jikook x Reader ✔

28- Family Memories

Y/N POV

I had to stop myself from whining as I adjusted myself in the chair. I had finally gained the feeling back in my legs but still had some lingering pains in my back and groin.

"Is something wrong, Y/N?" Emily said with a smile making Carmen and Hobi laugh. We were in Emily's office working on the plans for the Winter Solstice festival that was approaching. It is when we honor the Moon goddess during the longest night of the year. Since it is also the start of shorter nights, we give offers to insure her that we will not forget her. Because our territory was so big there were many festivals throughout the pack, and we were making sure each had what they needed. At the same time, planning our own for this region. It was a tiring work.

Hobi was here as he and Yoongi were next in rank in our generation. Yoongi was now the Delta to Jimin and Jungkook while Hobi was kind of like my Beta. We still weren't sure what his official title was since I was the mate of the Beta, but Namjoon was looking into it for us. He even had Soobin helping who blushed the deepest red that I have ever seen on him once he would out about the triple mating. Hobi was his usual happy self, stating that he didn't need a title and was excited to help.

"I'm fine-"

"Oh, please child. You just had to go through a rut with the future Head Alpha AND Beta. I'm surprised you can walk this soon after." Carmen said with a smirk.

"Especially, since they have accepted their titles." Emily added.

"Does that make a difference?" Hobi asked curiously.

"Yes it does. Yoongi is even going to feel a bit stronger, but it might not be as big of a difference." She answered. Hobi's mouth dropped making the three of us laugh at his reaction. Carmen needed Emily's attention so Hobi took this moment to walk over to me.

"Are you ok, hun?" He whispered, eye boring into mine.

"Yeah, just sore."

"That's not what I meant." I looked at him confused when realization hit me. I looked down, not seeing the words on the paper as I thought back to that night. The night of the howls.

~~~Flashback~~~

I lifted my head from the pillows and gazed at my incredible, sleeping mates. We were in one of Yoongi's and Hobi's guest rooms, trying to sleep after the night howl. Well, I was trying. They had fallen asleep almost right away. I laid there cuddling into Jungkook while Jimin was on his other side yet somehow, they each had a hand on my ass. It brought a smile to my face but there was a lingering feeling in the back of my head. I kept trying to figure out what it was and it was keeping me up. No matter how much I tried. Finally, I quietly rose from the bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of tea would help.

As I stirred honey into me tea, a memory played in my head. Of my family laughing at how much honey or sugar I would put into my tea. That's when the lingering thought hit me full force. It was a mixture of relief and sadness. Relief that my loved ones and mates were safe. Relief that no one on the patrol team had gotten hurt. That everyone was ok. Sadness as I realized not everyone was safe. My brother, father, and mother were gone. That last time the night howls pierced the night, I lost my brother and father. It wasn't long after that I lost my mother. It doesn't happen often but sometimes the death of a mate caused so much pain that the living would literally die from heart break. In a way, it showed how in love my parents were but I had always assumed I would have my brother with me when they passed. That it wouldn't happen until we introduced them to our mates and made them grandparents. My mom had even saved our baby clothes saying it would be so cute to put on our kids. 

These thoughts and more played in my head as tears fell from my eyes. I stared into my cup of tea, holding on to the cup tightly that it might break at any moment. The heat seeping through and transferring to my hands yet I never let go. I was still here. I had found my mates, but they would never meet my parents. We would have children that would never meet their grandparents and only hear stories. My brother would never be able to stuff them with sugar before dropping them off at my house as he always threatened to. I wouldn't be able to be the aunt that his children felt comfortable going to, to talk about anything. As more thoughts and realizations played, more tears fell down my cheeks.