From my tumblr: buryallyourbones.
Y/N, just a few mere minutes of being an eighteen year old has been taken to a new pack and is now starting a new life mated to the Beta of the pack instead of the Alpha. She just wants to be with the one meant for...
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Orson giggles from his crib, his eyes darting across at the ceiling. His eyes move to the crib, finding the handmade mobile that hangs above him. His hands reaching out to touch one of the three black and grey wolves that's on it. He coos at the animal and then giggles. His feet kicking at the air as he stretches to touch. A small pout coming to his chubby face before he looks to the next one and starts to giggle and coo again.
Chris moves his arm from his face to shield the light that had came through the windows. He hears the pup giggling in his crib. At a solid four months old, he is wrapped around the child's finger. He has a piece of his heart walking around outside his chest and every time he even is near the pup, he feels himself changing for the better. He feels the problems melt away.
Orson is hands down the best thing that's ever happened to him along with his mother. The day he mated his mate, it may not have changed him right away but it shifted things. His son, it woke him up. It made him realize how much of his world is around them. How much they mean to him. He'll shout that to the world too if he has too. He'll do whatever he has to do to prove that.
Chris sighs from his side of the bed, a hand going to move his black hair out of his face. He looks towards Y/N's side of the bed. She's still sleeping peacefully, the blanket wrapped around her securely. Her own black hair sprawled out across her pillow. He wonders how the Goddess think he is so worthy to have this woman before him. As his mate, when all he is known to do is mess up somehow.
He knows not to question the Goddess. She would never mess up. He knows better but it's all he knows, to mess up and loose everything. To start over and have to fix his life only to mess up again. It's who he is and for the first time, he has someone who doesn't want to admit defeat. It's like his body is aching to prove her wrong.
He has to constantly remind himself of the consequences when he spots what he has now. When he sees his son. When he sees his mate. It's all he has ever wanted. It's all he needs and he'll fight that war inside himself every single day till he dies. They are the ones who matter most.
How has mate even decided to not mate someone else? He admires the woman. He's not sure she could say the same about him. He's not as strong and he hates the birth of their pup had showed him that. He wishes he had seen it sooner. Maybe things wouldn't be as they are now. Tension wouldn't be here and things wouldn't be on edge.
It's like that's his knack and it's his something he manages to do perfectly. It's when he does something, it's like she pulls him in closer. Hands holding on for dear life as he tries so hard to pull away from. It's as of in some sense he internally knows he doesn't deserve the love she has and is willing to give him. She is one of the pure wolves in this pack. One that you don't come across unless you are mated with the correct person.
Even then, most aren't as lucky. He got lucky.
Orson squeals and pulls himself up in the crib. His brown eyes like his daddy dart to the end where he sees his father moving. Another squeal coming out once his dad looks at him. A finger going to the pup's mouth to chew on it. Chris sits up in the bed, his eyes darting to his son with the biggest smile on his face.
