“Do you have homework?” I asked him.
“I already did it” he told me, I tuned in his thoughts to see if he was lying. He wasn’t. I listened to him carefully make mental notes on how I cooked, I put seasonings on the 4 steaks and then put them all in separate Ziploc bags to let them soak and marinade in Winchester sauce.
“Do you want anything else?” I asked him.
“Mashed potatoes” he replied.
“Do you want to cut?” I asked him, his eyes lit up with excitement. I handed him the knife and carefully taught him how to cut them and then the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands off and grabbed the gun under the table putting it in my left hand so the door would hide it. I opened the door, to the beta and the alpha and the alpha’s son.
I froze looking at him, he was attractive. Like majorly attractive I felt as if I was just drawn to him, something I wasn’t sure of filled me, I didn't meet his eyes but I looked to the alpha.
“Can I help you?” I asked. The scent radiating off him was enticing. I breathed in wanting more, without making it way obvious. It was a masculine woodsy scent, it smelled like straight musk mixed with leaves and maybe a hint of spice. It was coming from the alpha’s son. What the fuck?
“You don’t have permission to live on this territory” The beta snapped. The alpha’s soon looked ready to kill his golden eyes went black and he growled lowly.
“This is no man’s land, I don’t need permission” I told him looking to the alpha.
“What are you?” The alpha asked me, I stared at him for a long moment.
“Good question” I said, I heard something hitting the ground and heard Ollie curse like a sailor.
“Your son?” the alpha asked, his son tensed and stiffened.
“Something like that” I replied.
“I’m just making sure you aren’t a threat” He told me.
“I'm not” I told him.
“Yeah unless you piss her off” I heard Ollie say emerging from the kitchen. I mentally cursed as he walked up and stood beside me, grabbed his arm pulling him behind me. he peeked around my figure at the alpha’s.
“Do you usually let him talk like that?” The alpha asked me, he sure was one nosy bastard.
I shrugged, “Speaking to an alpha like that is considered disrespectful” the beta told me.
“Being disrespectful is punishable by death” The alpha told me.
“You’re not his alpha” I told him. He looked me up and down sizing me up.
“May I see the letter I presume you showing to my beta?” he asked.
“Why, I'm not trespassing” I asked.
“I just want to see, so I can give you permission to come onto my territory” he told me.
“Come in” I said, he walked in and the al[ha winked at me, I stopped the beta.
“You aren’t welcome here” I told him and she the door
He wasn’t a threat and if he did threaten me he would die. I went to the kitchen where the smell of steaks hit my nose making my mouth water.
I took my gun apart setting the different parts on the table and then I went and stirred the mashed potatoes and picked up the pan Ollie had dropped.
I opened the drawer and took out the letter handing it to I'm, he opened it and read over it and handed it back.
“You have my permission to enter our territory under one condition” he said as i handed a knife and the lettuce to Ollie who busied himself chopping away.

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The Alpha's Son
Hombres LoboDeidre Mathews, a nice, sometimes bitchy, hilarious, reserved, being; looking after Ollie, the eight year old who curses like a sailor and eats three times the normal amount for any kid his age, has finally settled down. No more explosions. No more...