Alpha's Human Mate

Sunday Funday

It was lazy Sunday where everyone else was lounging about, snuggling with their mates and watching the pups frolic happily in the backyard.

Gulf strolled in, pulling a cart brimming with icepops, heading over to the tiny whirlwind of pups playing in the yard. The very moment he halted, the world seemed to pause; all play ceased as the pups collectively turned to their Luna, eyes wide with wonder. With an exaggerated grin, he slowly opened the icebox, pulled out a popsicle, shut it with a flourish, sat upon it like a throne, and began to munch away in front of the adoring spectators.

"Luna~!" chorused the pups, racing towards him.

"I want one!"

"I want one!"

"Me too!"

"Luna pops!"

"I want pops too!"

"Pop? Where's pop?"

"Popsicles~!"

"Yea, Luna brings popsicles!"

The squeals of delight mixed in a delightful cacophony as they surged towards him, watching him intently while he savoured the popsicle, refusing to share.

"No, this is mine," Gulf teased, a cheeky smile forming.

"Luna~," the pups wailed in unison, their sad little faces nearly doing him in.

"Luna, you know sharing is caring," said the eldest pup with an impish grin.

"Really?" Gulf replied, adopting a suspicious tone, struggling to keep from cooing at their cuteness.

"Yes, really, Luna!"

"Yes, Luna!"

"Really, Luna!"

"For sure, Luna!"

"Very much true, Luna!"

"Really really, Luna!" chirped the smallest among them.

Gulf was having the time of his life, cheekily teasing the pups while enjoying his popsicle. He loved to poke fun at them in a way that enchanted him with a wave of affection for the little ones who looked just like him.

"Stop disturbing the pups, Gulf!" Mew chastised as he entered the backyard.

"If you want one, I'd gladly help you get one," Mew added, flashing a knowing smile and raising an eyebrow at Gulf, who rolled his eyes in mock exasperation.

As soon as Mew delivered that line, the male pack members began to whistle and cheer for their Alpha, further fuelling Gulf's playful spirit.

"Phew! *whistle sound* Go Alpha!"

"Dang, Alpha!"

"Alpha, that's the way!"

"Alpha, my man!"

"Oh-ho, Alpha's going to bag some tonight!"

The last statement sparked an impulse in Gulf to strut over to Mew and give him a playful smack on the head, but instead, he just raised his left eyebrow, smirking at his mate, who was grinning at his own little victory.

"Pups, do you want some popsicles?" Gulf asked in a voice barely above a whisper, intended only for the pups' keen ears.

"Yes, Luna!" the pups chimed back, eager and enthusiastic.

"Alright, I'll give you all some for free, but only if you march over to your Alpha and jump on him. All together, okay?" Gulf decreed, striking a deal that could only end in mayhem.

"Okay, Luna!" the pups agreed in unison, excitement bubbling over.

"Wait, I've a better idea! Let's make your Alpha come over here, then we all jump on him together!" declared the second-oldest pup, clearly a mastermind in the making.

"Oh my, oh my, baby boy, you've got game!" Gulf exclaimed, an evil grin spreading across his face as he turned to Mew.

"Wait, I have an even better idea, if I may, Luna?" chirped the oldest pup, giving Gulf a hopeful look that warranted an approving nod. Then he glued his puppy-dog eyes to Mew.

"Alpha, please help us! Luna won't let us have popsicles unless you come and carry him off the icebox!" the oldest pup lamented dramatically, turning back to Gulf, who was trying not to smirk too broadly at this brilliant plan.

"Gulf, you shouldn't be mean to the pups," Mew chided playfully, striding over, blissfully unaware of the impending chaos.

As Mew approached, Gulf led the pups in a swift dash. Before Mew could react, he was toppled by the combined might of Gulf and a pack of giggling pups, who promptly began to puppy pile him.

"This is what you get for being an annoying Alpha and trying to disturb this sleeping dragon," Gulf said with a laugh, his glee infectious as he found himself on top of a groaning Mew.

"Give up now, Alpha boy?" he teased, eliciting another groan from Mew, who was well and truly pinned down.

"Okay, okay, I give up," Mew conceded, his hands finding Gulf's left buttock, squeezing it just for good measure.

"You absolute git, Mew!" Gulf exclaimed, glaring playfully at his mate, who just grinned cheekily. Then, in a shocking twist, Mew's junior sought friction against Gulf's junior, whereupon Gulf's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Can you smell that, mate?" Tharn smirked, enjoying this unexpected turn of events.

"Alright, pups, let's get some popsicles!" Gulf said hurriedly, detaching himself from Mew as if the ground was suddenly too hot to stand on.

"Yeah! Popsicles!"

"Oh yes!"

"Pop, pop!"

"Yes, popsicles!"

The pups squealed with glee, scampering towards the icebox, lining up obediently as they waited for their Luna. Gulf beamed at their adorableness.

"Oh pups, my little angels are so well-behaved! Unlike their Alpha," he teased, casting a smirk Mew's way, who was still seated on the grass, his eyebrow arched quizzically.

"Oh mate, you've wounded my heart," Tharn declared theatrically, clutching his chest.

Everyone present had a good laugh at the banter between their Luna and Alpha while lounging about on a lazy Sunday afternoon, the pack enjoying each other's company.