Your Alpha, My Mate

"Beck Alexander Reid!"

I wake up and am hit with a pain down low. The events of last night flood back. I turn to Beck. His chest falls up and down with his breathing. I smile and decide to let him sleep. I get up and stand and walk to the closet before grabbing some underwear and one of his oversized shirts before heading to the bathroom. I look at my mark and smile. I touch the black ink like mark. Beck walks up to me and wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses the mark and I shiver. He smiles.

"Hey," he whispers.

"Hey," I reply, taking one of his hands in mine and kissing it.

"How you feelin?" He traces smooth circles on my hand with his thumb.

"Actually exhausted and quite soar." I laugh.

"Good. That means I did my job correctly." He smirks. I turn and hit his chest playfully.

He smiles and bows his head and plants a soft, gentle, loving kiss on my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.

"How bout breakfast?" he asks, pulling away from the kiss. I nod and he carries me to the kitchen in our suite. He sets me down on the counter. "Okay, what do you want?" he asks.

"Mmmm. What about--" I peck his lips. "Pancakes!" I chirp. He smiles and nods.

"As you wish." He bows as I giggle.

He walks to a cabinet and pulls out a box of pancake mix. Then he walks to another one and pulls out a plastic container before grabbing a measuring cup and a spoon. He puts the water in the measuring cup and pours it into the bowl. Then he pours the pancake mix into the measuring cup before pouring it into the bowl too. He whisks it together with the spoon. I stare at my shirtless mate. He's wearing blue jeans held up with a brown belt. His eyes flicker at me and he sees me staring. He chuckles.

"What?" I ask, defending myself.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, biting back a smile. He grabs a pan and pours the pancake batter into the pan. He flips it and makes a stack of heart-shaped pancakes. I smile as he puts each pancake down on a plate. Then after he's done, he grabs another plate and puts half of the stack on that one. He grabs whip cream and syrup before coming back to the counter. He pours the syrup ontop of each of our stacks before he sprays the whipped cream on top. He forms the letters B and A on either side of our hearts. I stare at them and smile before beckoning Beck to me. He walks to me and I lazily wrap my arms around his neck before pulling him down to me and placing a sweet kiss upon his lips. I pull away and he smiles before pecking my cheek and grabbing us forks.

*After breakfast*

Beck and I have been cuddling all day. I play with his fingers as he talks to someone on the phone. He sighs and hangs up.

"Sorry, baby, my mom's coming over along with my dad and brothers and sisters." He groans. I shoot up.

"Beck! No, I can't! They can't! I'm not ready! Oh, my goddess! We have to clean, shower, and get dressed! And oh no. I'll have to cook." I stand up and run to the closet, grabbing two towels, one to wash with and one to dry with.

Big arms wrap around my waist and I sigh and lean into him. "Baby, it's okay. It's okay. They're coming over later. We have time." He chuckles.

"Oh, sweet heavens! You should've said that Beck! I'm gonna have a heart attack." I give a nervous laugh.

"I'm sorry, princess," he says, kissing my bare shoulder. Tingles shoot through my body.

"It's okay." I turn around and kiss him slowly.

"Mmmm," he moans into the kiss. He picks me up. "At this rate, we'll never be ready," he says against the kiss.

"When are they coming?" I ask.

"At 6," he says.

"We have time," I say and he growls playfully before our make out session ends up on the bed and then it ends up being more than just a make out session. Let's just say we ended up hot and out of breath.

*5:30*

"Oh, Beck. What if they don't like me?" I say, nervously playing with my finger. He lifts my chin to look at him. I bite down on my lip so hard it brings drops of blood to the surface.

"Let it go," he says tugging my lip from my teeth. I don't. "Come on. Pleeeease," he begs. I sigh and let it go. "Good girl." He grabs a towel and wets it before gently pressing it to my lip. "Don't worry, they'll love you, just like the pack did." He smiles. I nod and look at the food I made. Pasta and garlic bread.

"Now we have thirty minutes before they get here, what do you want to do?" he asks.

I shrug. "Go for a walk around the pack house?" I suggest. He shakes his head.

"No, cause then the pack members will stop us and talk to us and we'll never make it back on time." He grabs my hand and entwines our fingers.

"Ok, but we can't sit around and do nothing, I'll get too nervous," I say thoughtfully.

"Oh, I got it! I got you a phone. Come on." He leads me to our room before going into his office. He opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out an iPhone box. "It's a 6s+." He smiles.

We spent all the time setting up my phone. The home screen had just shown when there was a knock at the door. Beck sniffs the air and sighs before he gets up.

"You ready princess?" He asks. I nod and gulp. He smiles and grabs my waist. He places his lips on mine in a gentle kiss. He pulls away and grabs my hand, leading me to the door. He unlocks the door and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling the door open.

"Beck Alexander Ried! Move your butt out the way!" a woman says. She is beautiful with flowing brown hair and green eyes. He moves out of the way, dropping my hand. The woman immediately pulls me into her arms. She kisses my temple and pulls away, holding my hand.

"I'm Beck's mom." She smiles. I return the smile.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Alexia, Beck's mate." I squeeze her hand. Something about this woman makes me feel at home. She pulls away when a hand rests on her shoulder.

"Let the others meet her, Reyna," a man says. He's the spitting image of Beck, or Beck was the spitting image of him. "Hi. I'm Alexander, Beck's father." He smiles, giving my hand a firm Alpha shake. I smile. There is a grunt and a yell. The man turns around. "And these are my sons." He shakes his head.

"Well come in," Beck says. Reyna and Alexander walk hand in hand into the living room. When they disappear, Beck grabs one of the boy's ears and whispers harshly.

"Behave," he growls playfully.

The other boys roll their eyes and Beck lets go before ushering them into the living room. I raise my eyebrows, amused, and Beck chuckles. He grabs my hand and kisses my lips sweetly. I hadn't known it lasted long until the boy that Beck had grabbed his ear cleared his throat. Beck pulls away and I blush.

"Momma's waiting for you and your lovely, very attractive, nice bodied mate," he says, winking at me. Beck growls and the boy laughs. "Seriously, come on." He leaves, walking back from where he came. I grab Beck's hand and trace soothing circles over his knuckles. I feel him relax and he tugs me to the living room.