His Submissive Omega (boyxboy) Old Version

Chapter 53: The Mate Lover's Manuel

(Above is December and February's pack house.)

~December's POV~
Trevor and his mate, Stephanie, have been living in our new pack house for about a week. But something has been bothering Stephs. I call her Stephs. She walked up to me.
"Hey Stephs. What's up?" I asked.
"Trevor. That's what's up." She said.
She sighed. I patted the pool lounge chair next to me. She sat.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Trevor's mad at me because I wanted to switch packs and he didn't. He didn't want to leave his friends he had there. But I wanted to change to yours and February's pack. I feel much safer with you guys. I know I was an Omega rank when I was in Deimos and Demos's pack. And I'm glad that I'm not now in yours. But he doesn't want to leave them all. And I hate it. We fight constantly about it. What should I do?" She asked.
"Well, let me educate you in the 'Mate Lovers Manuel'." I said.
"Okay." She said.

"A mate is supposed to be there for their lover." I said.

Silence.

"A mate is supposed to take care of their lover." I said.

Silence.

"A mate is NEVER supposed to choose their friends over their lover." I said.

She started crying.

"And above all... A mate is ALWAYS supposed to love their lover more than they need air to breathe." I said.

"Really?" She asked.
"Really." I said.
She hugged me. I hugged her back. I turned around and saw February and Trevor standing there. Watching us. Trevor looked sad. February looked proud.
"Well said." February said.
I nodded.
"Let's go." I said.
We all got into February's 2016 Dodge Ram 3500. I turned on the radio. 'Good For You' by Selena Gomez came on. I and Stephs started singing it.

"I'm on my 14 carats.

I'm 14 carat.

Doing it up like Midas.

Mhm.

Now you say I gotta touch,

So good.

So good.

Make you never want to leave.

So don't.

So don't."

Pre-chorus.

"Gonna wear that dress you like,

Skin tight.

Do my hair up real,

Real nice.

And syncopate my skin to your heart beating."

Chorus.

"Cause I just wanna look,

Good For You.

Good For You.

Uh-huh.

I just wanna look,

Good For You.

Good For You.

Let me show you how proud I am to be yours.

Leave this dress a mess on the floor.

And still look,

Good For You.

Good For You.

Uh-huh."