"Are you hard, pup?"
Zephyr literally whimpers, trying to keep his gaze locked on mine as I release his throat and trail my hands down his body.
"I-Isa-"
"It's Beta for you."
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To Isadora, mates are forms of weakness and she loves to be in cont...
I lead a sleepy Zephyr to my room, it wasn't my plan in the first place since we aren't supposed to be like actual mates, but seeing him so tired, my first instinct is to bring him to my room, where he'll be the most comfortable.
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He rubs his eyes as I hand him my clothes since his clothes are still packed. A reminder for me to clean one part of my closet for his stuff.
"Change and lay down." I instruct and he nods, letting out another little yawn.
He's like a little pup. My pu- no. Not yet.
Brielle huffs annoyedly as I usher him inside the washroom.
I wait a couple minutes and he walks out, drowning in my clothes which almost made me sputter in laughter.
How could a human being be this fucking cute?
"Come on, lay down and sleep."
He can barely keep his eyes open as he makes his way to the bed and I hold up the blanket for him to slide under. He does and curls up in a ball as I cover him with it.
He's out the moment his head hits the pillow. Poor one. Must have been so tired.
"Sleep tight." I whisper and step out of the room, closing the door behind me.
Going back downstairs, I help the others in cleaning up all the food and decoraition when mum comes up to me.
"Zephyr's a lovely boy. I'm so happy you finally found your special one. Take care of him." She firmly says and I couldn't say anything, except I nod.
After cleaning up all the mess, I retreat back to my room and change into my night wear—just a loose shirt and shorts—then carefully climb on the other side of the bed.
I lay down facing Zephyr, hand under my head and my eyes glued to his peaceful face.
"He's really pretty."
I smile, completely unknowingly, and silently agree with Brielle. He does look really pretty. He always did.
Especially his chestnut hair, they often look reddish but also a very warm color when sunlight showers upon them. I want to run my fingers through them again.
"Then do it."
I forcefully close my eyes and try to fall asleep, not paying anymore heed to my needy wolf.
It has to be the most peaceful sleep of my life till I'm awaken by feeling really hot. As if something's pressing down on me, not letting me move. I panic for a second before the familiar scent of strawberries and baked goods enter my nostrills and I calm down.
Prying my eyes open, I'm face to face with Zephyr. His one leg went on my hip and arm around my neck, his face inches from mine and I can feel his hot breath fanning me just above my lips.
