Alpha's Human Mate

Interrupted

It had been almost a month since Gulf visited the little angel's grave to say thank you and to apologise for not being able to protect him. Each morning, Gulf would follow his routine of heading over to the river in Mew's territory, where he would gaze at the water and place a white rose upon its surface.

For the past two days, Gulf had felt a gentle touch on his cheek, as if the little boy were there with him, prompting him to ask the ultimate question.

"Will you please forgive me?" Gulf murmured softly as if speaking to someone seated beside him.

A few moments later, he felt a small breeze caress his cheek, as if it were saying goodbye. First came a gentle breeze, then a slightly stronger one, before returning to a soft whisper of air. In that instant, Gulf understood that the little boy was bidding farewell.

With their final goodbyes, Gulf smiled, stood up, and let the white rose drift into the river, watching it float away with the current, leaving him behind.

"Thank you, my little angel," he said, looking up at the sky and smiling.

Gulf then walked over to the pack house, where he was greeted by Mew, who stood in the clearing with a smile that made Gulf blush.

Once inside the pack house, Gulf quickly headed to their bedroom, locking himself in the bathroom. An hour later, Mew began to worry and marched towards the bathroom, banging on the door.

"Gulf, baby, are you okay?" Mew called, knocking a couple of times.

Gulf remained silent.

"Babe," Mew said again, knocking a few more times.

Still, Gulf did not respond.

"Gulf? Are you in there? Don't make me knock this door down," Mew said, his tone serious as he banged on the door.

"Jeez, can a man have some time alone in the bathroom without his mate banging on it like a maniac?" Gulf grumbled as he slowly exited the bathroom and made his way to their walk-in closet.

Mew remained silent, but followed Gulf quietly, observing his every movement, making Gulf feel self-conscious under the unwanted attention. He decided to ignore Mew as best as he could.

Gulf rifled through his clothes hanging beside Mew's home attire, moving slowly from left to right until he reached the end of the room, taking care to include Mew's clothes as he went. He approached the drawer at the end of the room to select his boxers. Knowing Mew's eyes were on him, he deliberately made a seductive move to provoke his mate.

As Gulf bent forward, Mew let out a low groan at the enticing view of his backside, enjoying the sight while standing in the doorway.

'I see, you're a kinky man, you perverted wolf,' Gulf thought to himself with a smirk.

He then slowly untied his bathrobe and smirked at Mew, who was trying his best not to shift as he leaned against the door frame.

'Let's see if you can keep up with me without giving in to the urge to touch,' Gulf mused, relaxing his expression into an innocent look as he moved toward the shirt section without retying his robe.

'What should I wear? Hmm, my shirt and shorts perhaps?' he contemplated, holding onto the sleeves of a shirt.

"Or... ah-ha, this one?" Gulf said quietly, pulling out a black singlet, feeling a little excited.

Mew snorted lightly at Gulf, who shot him a sidelong glare for his unnecessary behaviour. In response, Mew pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling.