My Alpha and Beta

Ch. 102 - Time Goes On

Brandon POV -

"Oh fuck, Barry!" I screamed loudly as I took my mate as mine. We were so worked up we didn't even make it to the bedroom. He was bent over the side of our couch with us both mostly clothed.

"Brandon!" Barry grunted, then we both growled. I released so perfectly inside him and I knew how his body jolted he was coming too.

"I love having our own house!" I said breathless, leaning against Barry's back. It's been so long since I felt my mate that I refused to pull out.

"Me too, baby." Barry turned some and I pushed him back down. My lips kissed his back as he chuckled. "Someone is worked up?"

"You have no idea, mate. I feel like it's been months. I won't be done with you for hours." I moaned over his back, licking and kissing his sweaty skin. Every part of him tasted so good.

"Shit! She is awake." Barry groaned.

"No! We just fed her and put her to sleep. No!" I said, stepping back and whining as I pulled out of his beautiful ass. I gave him a hard smack with a grunt. I was so frustrated. "I'll get her, you wait for me in bed." I said between gritted teeth.

"Yes, sir." Barry fixed his pants then grabbed my neck to give me a long rough kiss. Years passed and I only fell more in love with my strong handsome Delta.

Our daughter began wailing and I pulled away from his lips and ran up the stairs. At least we got a sandwich in us and one good release.

She was only a few months old, fragile and so cranky. Freya's pack had brought in a few slaves from a pack they took over. One of the young girls was pregnant from being raped countless times. She had no idea who the father was and wanted nothing to do with the child.

The day her baby was born Barry and I were there. We often went to Freya and her mate's territory to bring supplies and help teach the new pack members defense. We hoped making them feel stronger would make them feel more confident to move past the abuse they suffered.

Our daughter was born premature, with deep set purple eyes. There was no mistake she was a hybrid or that she would be very powerful. The second Brandon laid eyes on her, he was under her spell. He feed her, changed her, and never left her side. I knew after two days we weren't leaving without her as part of our family.

That was months ago, and I love my daughter more than I can describe, but she cried a lot. We tried soothing her with everything possible. We sought out witches and hybrid mothers for advice, but nothing they suggested seemed to worked.

"There's my fussy girl." I picked her up in my arms, rocking her gently. Her eyes were bright purple and I wonder if it was her hybrid causing her this discomfort. We didn't know what she was because she was still too young to tell. Whatever mix specie she had, it was not happy.

"You want another bottle?" I took the milk from the warmer and she took it right away. Sucking it down like she hadn't eaten in days. "We just feed you, princess." I looked at her with worry. I can feed her a hundred bottles a day if that it was she needs, but something seemed not right.

"You got the gremlin to settle." Barry smiled at me from the door in just a black robe. Goddess, that man will be the end of me.

"She was hungry again. I'm not sure if milk is what she needs."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if she will be a giant or if whatever specie her other half is needs some other nutrient. I feel like she needs something more from us." We both looked at her, trying to read her mind. It was so frustrating when they couldn't talk.