Alpha's Human Mate

Caught

Upon reaching the sacred space, Gulf fished out his phone and dialled Mew's number. On the third ring, Mew picked up, sounding as casual as if he'd just stepped out of a spa day.

"Hello mate, how are you?" Mew asked, and Gulf rolled his eyes so hard it nearly dislocated them. 'You absolute tosser! You think I want to hear that while you're possibly two-timing me with your ex?' Gulf fumed internally.

"Good," he replied, flopping down in frustration.

"You?" he queried, the curiosity creeping in like a cat burglar.

"Not that good, as my mate isn't here with me, and I'm dying to go home to you," Mew admitted his honesty lighting up Gulf's heart like a Christmas tree on steroids.

"Good answer," Gulf grinned, his smile stretching wide enough to rival the Cheshire Cat.

"I'll be coming home tomorrow, mate, so get some rest, okay?" Mew chirped, and just like that, Gulf's grin did a vanishing act, and his temper surged back like a tide coming in.

"No, you're coming home tonight. Don't stay there, or else I might do something you'll regret," Gulf snapped as he ended the call quicker than a magician's rabbit disappearing into thin air.

"You bloody arse, staying at your ex's place?! Over my beautifully sculpted dead body!" Gulf fumed at his phone, which promptly rang again, annoying him to no end.

The phone rang incessantly, but Gulf silenced it and tossed it onto the floor like a bad date he'd never want to see again. He took a shower, hoping the hot water might wash away his frustrations before heading to bed.

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Gulf was deep in the land of dreams when he heard the door click open. The moment Mew entered, a smile crept across Gulf's face—he loved that his mate was obedient, returning as soon as possible after his unexpected escapade.

He felt a smidge of anger and jealousy bubble beneath the surface, but curiosity gnawed at him like a persistent puppy. He peeked at the time—2 am—and then squinted through one eye at Mew, who immediately darted off for a shower before climbing into bed next to Gulf and pulling him close. Gulf melted into the warmth, feeling like buttered toast in a snug toaster.

At 7 am, Mew's alarm blared like a banshee, sending both of them into a scramble akin to a comedy sketch about a couple trying to silence a particularly persistent ringtone.

"Morning, mate," Mew said, hitting the alarm and shaking Gulf awake as if he were a snow globe.

"Morning," Gulf mumbled, rolling to the edge of the bed like a sleepy sloth.

"Let's go make breakfast," Mew declared, hopping out of bed and planting a peck on Gulf's head before disappearing into the bathroom for a quick spruce-up.

Minutes later, Mew emerged from the bathroom, and off went Gulf to follow suit.

After freshening up, both mates made their way into the kitchen. Gulf plonked himself at the table, gazing at Mew, who was rummaging through the cupboards like a raccoon after a picnic.

A few minutes into breakfast prep, Gulf practically glided over to Mew, back-hugging him with the finesse of a seasoned dancer while checking for any telltale signs of 'fun' that may have occurred the night before. His adventurous fingers skimmed over Mew's abs, then stopped just shy of his treasure, smirking at the fun of it all.

"Have fun torturing me in the morning, mate?" Mew asked, turning to give Gulf a teasing glare.

"Huh?" Gulf feigned innocence, pulling his most charmingly clueless face.

"Oh, I'll enjoy punishing you in bed, and you'll relish every moment of it. Just you wait, mate," Mew murmured, slapping up the last of their breakfast and gazing at Gulf with a devilish smile that promised a delightful day ahead.

After breakfast, Mew headed over to his office to grapple with his work, while Gulf gleefully set off to annoy Kokliang. As he made his way to Kokliang's room, he was suddenly overcome by the chills, as if some grand catastrophe were about to unfold. Shaking off the feeling, he shrugged it off and continued towards Kokliang's lair.

Upon arrival, he flung the door open like a dramatic soap opera star, only to stumble upon a very hot and flustered Kokliang locked in a passionate embrace with his mate. "Sweet mother of the werewolf, my poor virgin eyes are forever tainted!" Gulf exclaimed, slamming the door shut before he had a chance to think – or knock again.

"Are you decent now?" he called, waiting a good five minutes before daring to knock once more.

"Come in," Kokliang replied, swinging the door open for Gulf, who remained standing outside in a dramatic tableau.

"You two, in ten minutes, meet me in the TV Room," Gulf commanded, sounding remarkably like a disapproving father, before turning on his heel and marching off.

Ten minutes later, Kokliang and San stood nervously in front of Gulf, who was perched on the sofa, glaring at them as though they were two misbehaving puppies.

"Explain," he proclaimed, adopting his authoritative Luna tone.

"Erm..." Kokliang fidgeted, looking like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yesterday, I warned you, didn't I? Wow, you kids are quick off the mark, huh?" Gulf squinted at them, narrowing his eyes before directing his glare at San, who was attempting to hide behind Kokliang.

"Does your brother know you two have done the deed?" Gulf asked, zeroing in on Kokliang's fidgeting form.

"Yes," Kokliang mumbled, barely above a whisper.

"Goddess, and the audacity of you for not telling me!" Gulf huffed, pretending to be genuinely upset.

"Well, it happened so fast that before we knew it, we were mated," San said, glancing at Gulf before quickly diverting his gaze to his mate, hoping to avoid Gulf's wrath.

"Hahaha, chill guys, I was just joking! Of course, you'll have the urge to mate and mark each other as the two of you open up to one another. I fully understand – not angry at all!" Gulf laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying their panicked expressions that fell for his little act.

"Yo-you!" Kokliang shrieked, launching himself at Gulf.

"Gulf, you are such a bully!" San chuckled as they began to chase each other around the room in joyous chaos.

"Okay, okay. Truce?" Gulf gasped for breath as Kokliang caught him, aided by San.

"No truce! You need to be tickled until you cry," Kokliang declared, starting the onslaught of tickling on Gulf, who, much to everyone's surprise, wasn't as ticklish as they hoped.

"Take that!" cheered Kokliang, attempting to tickle Gulf along his sides.

"Nope, don't feel anything," Gulf said calmly, far too nonchalant for their liking.

"Then take this!" San exclaimed, attacking Gulf's neck with tickles.

"Nope, still no," Gulf replied, unperturbed.

"Let's tickle him on both sides! You tickle his neck and I'll get his sides!" Kokliang suggested, and they both dove in for the tackle once more, yet to no avail.

"Nope, still no, guys," Gulf yawned deliberately, provoking both San and Kokliang's irritation.

"Here, take this!" Kokliang prompted, lunging for Gulf's underarms.

"Nope, dead down there," Gulf remarked, shaking his head at Kokliang, who finally gave up on his efforts.

"You two really ought to develop a solid revenge plan," Gulf quipped as he strolled away from them, sticking out his tongue playfully before darting out of the room.

Gulf's laughter echoed through the halls as both Kokliang and San raced after him, who had already set his sights on the safety of Mew's office.