One Pup

Chapter 21 - Home

---Felix' POV---

Dinner was rather awkward.

As we sat at the table enjoying our food, I could feel multiple eyes on me or rather us. Milo sat right beside me, his arm brushing against mine as if he couldn't bear to be separated from me for even a second.

The pack tried their best to ignore us, but judging by the looks shot our way and the muffled chuckles, something was amusing them. I didn't care though.

I had Milo and that was all I'd ever need in my life. Beside me, Milo purred deeply at the thought, pulling me closer against his body until I was simply in his lap. Down the table, I heard a piercing whistle coming from Terrance, whom was instantly slapped upside the head by Mike.

Oddly enough, I could feel Milo's amusement at the whistle and his slight confusion before it was drowned out by his happiness as he sniffed at my hair. Ever since we...mated, it seemed as if we were even more emotionally connected.

I could actually feel everything Milo was feeling, could hear the quiet whispers of his mind in the back of my own head. Everyone else around the table was talking quite loudly but not us. We didn't need words to talk to one another.

We just knew.

Fingers gently brushed over my leg, distracting me from my thoughts before I leaned back against Milo. The gesture was soothing yet mindless, as he was still finishing up his soup, waiting for the main course to arrive.

When Milo moved, I could sense a hint of discomfort spark through his mind, which made me frown until I moved my own body around. The slight twinges of pain that webbed through my back reminded me of what we've done and instantly made my cheeks flush with heat as my body tingled in remembrance.

Across the table, Zayne blinked and sniffed the air before shaking his head with a snort. He blinked owlishly at us before jumping when Marcus chuckled beside him. "Don't worry love, you'll get used to it. It is a rather potent scent after all."

Terrance smirked beside him, ignoring Mike's slapping hand as he mused out loud, "Though, you got to wonder who's producing it. I'd almost say it's from both of them." Sebastian across him nearly choked on his drink before coughing while I blinked at them.

I had no idea what they were talking about.

Rolling my eyes, I reached out for a bread roll, smiling as Milo had already thought ahead and grabbed two to share. I grinned at him and in return, he purred, rubbing his cheek against mine. Sebastian rolled his eyes good naturedly, dipping his roll in his own bowl of soup before pointing a finger at Zayne.

"Like I said Zayne, syrupy sweet matings ever since you came to the pack. " He spoke before taking a bite. Wyatt elbowed him as Zayne glanced to us before blinking in confusion. "I... sorry?"

"Don't be love." Marcus reassured him while on the other side, Sebastian suddenly jumped as if he had been kicked under the table. "I'd almost say that Sebastian is feeling jealous." The wolf snorted while pressing a kiss to Wyatt's cheek. "Why would I? I have the love of my eternity right here. Just, observational skills I'm using."

"Riiiiight."

I frowned to myself, ignoring the two men teasingly bickering back and forth. Actually, why hadn't I freaked out yet? Normally, any type of family dinner would involve me ending up in a break down as I'd get overwhelmed by all the sensations and stimuli I'd pick up.

Yet, even though it made me wonder, the answer was right there. These people actually understood me. Yes, Charlie and Matthew had both explained time and time again that my parents loved me, they simply misunderstood me.