Golden Boy

4-20 Blaise it

The lake house was one of the most luxurious lakeside dwellings that she had ever had the privilege of staying in. It had amazing views, rooms, and a cooking staff. A cooking staff. She could order anything she wanted at almost any time of the day, and they would get it to her.

"You're lucky that your father employs a damn good chef." She nearly moaned as she bit into her french toast . Blaise laughed.

"Don't laugh at me. French toast is the only way to start your day." She said, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth.

"I've always been more of a waffle person, myself." Blaise stretched back in his chair, still recovering from the long drive. Indie rolled her eyes, as nothing could beat French toast.

"Waffles are just glorified pancakes." She argued, and Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Waffles are the farthest thing from pancakes, but they're all amazing. Case closed." Blaise said with finality, as he was sure that his mate would have a comeback for anything that he said. He waited as she ate her last piece of French toast, and when she was done, proceeded to drag her to another room in the house.

"Where are we going?" She asked, half expecting him to take her down to his serial killer basement, but instead, he had brought her to the living room.

"Watching a movie. I wanted to go shopping, but the Omegas haven't shown up with your suitcases yet." He grumbled.

"Omegas?" I asked, genuinely confused. They sounded like they were servants or something.

"The lowest in the pack hierarchy." He replied quickly, as if he had answered the question a million times.

"Hierarchy?" She asked again. It seemed wrong to her that wolves had such a strict social construct as a hierarchy, but werewolves were very different from humans, based off of what he had shown her.

"Yeah. Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and so on." He said as he searched through the DVD's under his tv. She had a few more questions, but decided to keep them in, as Blaise was starting to look a bit annoyed. Then again, he should have expected her curiosity considering she had just been thrown into a whole new world of secrets.

"You know what sucks?" She asked him as she fell back on the couch, taking up most of it. Blaise let out a slightly muffled laugh, and Indie threw a couch pillow out of him. "Get your mind out of the gutter!"

"What sucks?" He asked, still searching through the movies.

"I wanna be able to turn into a wolf. But I can't." She complained, and Blaise looked at her for a few seconds before rolling his eyes.

"It's really not all that great." He said, finally choosing a movie from the giant pile.

"Oh yes, because being skinny forever, super strong, and super athletic is such a curse." Indie mocked him, and he put in the disc before responding to her.

"A lot of wolves die without meeting their mate, if you aren't born into a pack or get kicked out for some reason, you're forced to go rogue. Going rogue is basically a death sentence in itself because of how territorial wolves can get. Also, not to mention all of the wars we're in on the side. I was conceived while my parents were on the run, for God's sake!" He argued. Her eyes widened as she began to see his point.

"Yeah, if I could shift into any animal I'd probably end up being a golden retriever, if I'm being honest with myself." She laughed.

"Really? I picture you as more of a cat." He said, thinking deeply about the subject.

"Never suggest that. Ever." Indie said darkly. While cats are amazing and she loved them, dogs would always be higher up on the list. Always. In the middle of their conversation, a burly guy with black hair walked into the room, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts.

"Hey, Blaise, Sydney's friend is throwing a party tonight, and she said that there'd be a bunch of other chicks there and..." He trailed off after he noticed his best friend snuggling up to the police chiefs daughter on the couch.

"Hey, Mason." Blaise greeted him like this was a normal occurrence. Indie felt oddly territorial over Blaise for some reason, and couldn't help herself when the words slipped out.

"Other chicks?" She asked indignantly, and went to stand up, but Blaise easily pulled her back into his lap.

"Indie, this is Mason, my Beta and friend, and Mason, this is Indie, my mate." Blaise said, still treating the situation very casually even as his mate struggled to escape his grip.

"If I had super strength, you would already have a black eye." She grumbled, giving up and relaxing into him before facing Mason, who stood there gaping like a fish. "Hi Mason, I'm a prisoner." She waved to him, breaking him out of his trance.

"Did he kidnap you? I swear if he kidnapped you, I'll beat him up." Mason growled. He knew how impulsive and apathetic Blaise could be, and having already found his mate, he knew how important trust and a sense of security with the other person was.

"You can beat him up." Indie suppressed a laugh as she looked to Blaise for his reaction.

"I did not kidnap you! Your dad let me take you!" He protested, pulling her closer to him.

"Because my dad suddenly controls all my actions?" She quipped, and Blaise turned red as he floundered for another reason that it wasn't a kidnapping.

"And thank you for reminding me, Mason. I had almost forgotten to be mad at him after he gave me French toast." She laughed as Blaise gave her a betrayed look.

"Look, Mason, even if you did want to beat me up, we both know you couldn't." Blaise said, feeling sort of untouchable. Mason just smirked right back at him.

"Well, it seems that it's my lucky day, then. I brought Sydney with me, and you and I both know that she's way stronger than her dad." What had started out as good natured banter became an actual threat, considering that Sydney was the only person to ever beat him in a fight.

Indie just cluelessly looked back and forth between the two of them, trying to figure out what the heck they were talking about. She really, really wanted to meet this Sydney girl.

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Ok so quick info you should probably know about Sydney and Mason if you don't already know them from A Werewolf's Heart (which you should go read bc I put my heart and soul into that book)

-Sydney has enhanced abilities(more so than regular werewolf enhanced abilities)

-Mason is adopted

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