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*****3 years later*****

Nico's POV:

I woke up to warmth against my chest and smelt that familiar candy stick smell with a hint of lavender. Then, I felt my shoulder ache and traced the scar on it. Then, I nuzzled my face into Xenos'. My sweet mate. It's been a few years since that time, yet the reminders are still prevalent from such a turbulent time.

"I know you're awake, Xenos." I smiled, keeping my eyes closed. I felt him stir and looked at him. His eyes were blue as ever. I snuggled him close to me. He'd learned on his own how to manipulate his scent and uses it to his advantage often at this point. All despite the talks we have had about it.

"You could tell I had a bad dream, huh?"

"Perhaps?" He said quietly. After a couple of years of being mute, it was always a treat to hear him speak again.

"It was just a dream about that night. Thank you for waking me up." I kissed his lips, and he blushed to nuzzle his face back into my chest. I hugged him close. My little mate seemed to be having some more social issues lately. Doc said it was from the trauma. Though he can communicate well with his scent alone and with people he knows, he gets snappy and aggressive or won't say a word and reverts to his mutism. I sighed loudly, and a new smell filled my nostrils.

"Nope! I'll leave if you do that." I barked. He rolled his eyes, and his scent returned to the candy smell.

My unique precious Omega's superpower has manifested as his scent. He can calm us. Give us energy. Or make the room smell good. He deliberately turns me on with it, pushing his scent as an aphrodisiac. Especially more recently. Then again, it made sense with him being a newly aged eighteen-year-old; even as an unruly fifteen-year-old, he often did it to tease me.

I looked at him, inspecting him, as he entangled his legs with mine. He wasn't so little anymore. My pup was probably only five inches shorter than me at this point, and his once very innocent child body had toned up to a man's. He now had nice abs and biceps. He had become lanky but relatively muscular. He still had quite the baby face, although his jawline was sharp enough to slice through bread. Of course, I was still bigger than him, both in muscles and height, but I'm sure that's only because of my deep-rooted indigenous blood. Meanwhile, his Scandinavian and Irish bloodlines toned down his height and broadness. Even when he shifted, he looked much more like a Spanish wolf, with a long-legged lanky appearance.

Thanks to my little mate, I graduated from high school with unimpressive passing grades. As a result, I've recently decided to step up and help my father run the pack. I'm currently second in command until he decides to retire. My newfound duties involve everything I dislike, such as paperwork, marking, scouting, and pack relations. I grumbled at leaving this bed to do it, but duty calls.

I sighed and climbed over him. It's hard to believe he was no longer the tiny little kid I could pick up and carry around like a toy. With his growing up, I now find myself physically attracted to the brat, making his constant teasing challenging to bear.

"Thank you, Xenos," I said. He looked at me, confused with a wrinkle forming in the middle of his forehead. I walked over and flicked him.

"Frowning makes you age quicker." He rolled his eyes and sprawled across the bed. Typical bratty young adult, I suppose.

I hurriedly walked over to the bathroom and washed my face. I looked in the mirror at the battle scars littering my body. Our pack has been in a continuous battle against the packs the rogues came from. None of us have left without battle scars. The pack also knows of my Omega, which we have discovered is their primary goal. He is powerful not just with his scent but his ability to shift too. He is far from a weak wolf, but that is precisely what has made our pack one of the territory's top, most powerful packs.