The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 19

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- Sian

Hunter plopped Jacota on the island in the middle of the kitchen, watching him sit on his hind legs and look around with bright eyes.

"Where's mum and dad?" Hunter asked his granddad who pointed to the garden. Margo and Anthony were sitting down at the picnic table with Scott, deep in a discussion.

"They are talking now that Anthony has calmed down." Alfred reached out and ruffled Jacota's ears. "Are you eating breakfast like that?"

Jacota shook his head, and his ears flopped.

"Can you put me on the floor please?" he asked Hunter.

His mate picked him up, placed him on the cold tiles, and watched how he changed into his human, or Godly form. Hunter couldn't decide how he should address him.

Jacota grew very self-conscious, but Hunter carried down a t-shirt for him with a grin.

"I dare you to bring a storm and make it rain."

"No," Jacota scoffed and eyed the toast.

"Why? It'll be funny." Hunter looked out of the window to see Scott watching him with a raised eyebrow. "...or not. How did he hear that?"

"That man is incredibly wise, even without those powers," Alfred said, buttering some toast and smothering it in peanut butter, just how Jacota liked it. "I may not have a gift like Flora, but it doesn't take a gift to see his intelligence."

"True," Hunter said, wrapping his arms around Jacota and resting his chin on his shoulder. His comfort was everything a teenage wolf in heat needed.

Jacota loosened Hunter's arms when he squeezed too tightly.

"You're struggling, aren't you?" he thought.

"No."

Jacota turned his head. He could feel Hunter's desperation to let loose with his affection.

"After breakfast- we-we can kiss for a while?" he thought with fidgeting hands.

Hunter stood up straight, his heart fluttering from Jacota's timid nature.

"I would like that."

The boys sat with goofy smiles as Jacota inhaled his breakfast, occasionally slapping Hunter's hand away until Alfred gave him some of his own.

"What are we doing today?" Jacota asked, often glancing at his father through the glass.

"finalising my pack. Did you talk to Piper yesterday?"

"Yeah. She's nice."

"I'm glad you like her. I know she'll make a good Delta wolf, maybe even a great one."

Jacota admired how Hunter can look past the negativity, and move on with stronger determination. He wished he could go through life like that and maybe one day, he will.

"You've finished your breakfast I see," Hunter said with a winsome twinkle in his eyes. He took Jacota's hand, softly squeezing his fingers and led him through the house and up the stairs. When they entered the bedroom, Hunter turned and shut the door, pushing his mates back against the wood.

Jacota stayed still while Hunter reached up and placed his hands on the sides of his face, moving his head close enough to feel his breath.

"Can I kiss you?" Hunter asked. Asking permission to kiss wasn't needed anymore, but permission to kiss with passion was. He wanted to ease Jacota into the lifestyle of having a boyfriend.