Alpha's Human Mate

Please let me have Pad Krapow

Striding out of the house like a trio of models on a catwalk, Gulf spotted Mew and made a beeline for him.

"Mew~," he called, excitement bubbling over as he beheld Mew in his wolf form.

"Oh Goddess, why in the name of all that is sacred are you parading around in the nude?" Gulf exclaimed, closing his eyes to shield himself from the sight but peeking just a tad at Mew's rather exposed state.

"I had to shift into my wolf, didn't I? Clothes just get in the way," Mew explained nonchalantly, recalling the tales of his parents from before.

"Seriously, such a show-off. And you there! Yes, you, female warrior! Keep your eyes to yourself!" Gulf barked at a passing female warrior who couldn't help but glance at her alpha.

"Babe, fret not. You're mine, and I'm yours. You've got full access to this lovely view, so there's no need to cover up or peek at the goods," Tharn chimed in cheekily, much to the chagrin of both San and Kokliang, who feigned dramatic retches at the exchange.

"You two are simply a match made in lunacy," San remarked, walking hand-in-hand with his mate, who nodded in agreement.

"Brother, best watch it, or Gulf might just hand you a proper thrashing," Kokliang warned, tugging his mate along as they fled toward the other pack members.

"Heard that, mate? We're both crazy!" Mew exclaimed, pulling Gulf into a tight embrace, much to Gulf's dismay as he dodged Mew's rather enthusiastic anatomy.

"I'm adorable, thank you very much. And you better behave, or I'll turn your firm backside into a pin cushion," Gulf teased, winking as he felt Mew stir with excitement.

"Bloody hell, Mew! Don't go getting all excited while we're out in the open, you muppet!" Gulf growled lowly, trying and failing to obscure Mew's lower half with his own body.

"How about just a quickie, inside the house?" Mew suggested, that cheeky glint back in his eyes.

"Absolutely not!" Gulf retorted, hastily snatching his shirt and covering Mew's pride with it.

"A blowjob, then?" Mew pressed, his tone as playful as ever.

"Not a chance," was Gulf's final word on the matter as they headed towards Mew's abandoned car, their shenanigans trailing behind them like a convoluted comedy show.

"A handjob, maybe?" Mew suggested, now rather hopeful as his enthusiasm was making his friend's trousers bulge proudly like a pop-up toaster.

"No," Gulf retorted, hopping into the car without so much as a glance back – so much for the romance!

"Gulf, look," Mew said, presenting Gulf's shirt like it was some kind of awkward trophy, his arousal poking through.

"Oh for God's sake, get in the car, you tiny kid trapped in a hulking man's body," Gulf groaned, covering his reddening face like a teenage girl caught in a lie.

Mew, finding the whole situation hilarious, burst into laughter at Gulf's adorable embarrassment. He then pranced over to the car hood, did a quick costume change fit for a wizard's wardrobe, and hopped back into the car like a reverse magician. With a screech, they sped off, leaving behind the scene of the crime.

Fifteen minutes into their adventure, they pulled over at a quaint little diner plopped comfortably on the roadside, the kind that probably served meals with a side of nostalgia.

"Welcome to TT Diner!" chirped the waiter, straight out of a sitcom, handing them menus like they were VIPs getting the royal treatment.

Both Gulf and Mew scanned the menu with the intensity of top chefs on a cooking show, hunting for culinary delights.