Alpha's Human Mate

25 Years Later

Meanwhile, others were enjoying their Sunday off, sprawled lazily in the backyard as their ex-Alpha rumbled playfully with the pups. The ex-Luna, the mastermind of delight, wheeled over a cart brimming with a treasure trove of popsicles, stopping just as the merry chaos of play came to a halt. All eyes fixed on him, wide with anticipation as he wore an exaggerated grin, pulling open the icebox with a flourish and producing a popsicle to eat in front of the hungry pups.

"Popsicles!" a chorus of young voices erupted as they darted towards him, their little feet pounding the ground in excitement.

"I want one!" "Me too!" "Pops!" "Where's mine?" Different cries rang out, a sweet cacophony of desire as they raced towards their sweet-savoury hero.

As one brave little pup scampered up to him pleading, "Pop-sicles please!" the ex-Luna merely chuckled, enjoying the moment. "No, this is mine," he teased, taking a dramatic bite that elicited a symphony of pouts and sad tones from his eager audience.

"Aren't you a tad too old for this?" the ex-Alpha jogged up, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"Never! I'm young and energetic, unlike this old Alpha," the ex-Luna shot back laughing, darting away as the Alpha chased him around the yard, their playful antics drawing laughter from the onlookers.

"Oh Goddess, you two, can't you act your age?" another voice chimed in, strolling out from the packhouse with raised eyebrows.

"Hey!" the ex-Luna halted dramatically, hands on hips, ready for a showdown.

"Yeah, hey," the ex-Alpha smirked, shaking his head before colliding with his mate in a playful tackle.

"That's unkind! I'm youthful and vibrant! Your father, now that's old and slow!" the ex-Luna giggled, darting away again.

"Hey, my popsicles!" he mock-cried, suddenly altering course toward the pups.

"Run!" the pups screamed in joyful chaos, scooping up the popsicles as they darted away, little giggles trailing in their wake toward their parents.

"Everyone, get ready for dinner!" a woman's melodic voice rang out through their mind link, urging everyone to begin their retreat back into the house.

Taking a moment for himself, the ex-Luna flopped down contentedly onto a beach chair, relishing the moment while his mate joined him, their bodies intertwining as they gazed up at the sky which was slowly turning to a deep and enchanting twilight.

"I miss how we used to be so full of life, how I would always challenge you and sometimes drive you completely bonkers," Luna said, snuggling closer, basking in the warmth of their shared memories.

"Not sometimes, but almost every single time, my love," Alpha chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affectionate mischief as he gazed at his mate.

"Mae~, pho~," came a gentle voice from the other room, calling out to them with the sweetness of a melody.

"Yes, princess!" Luna replied, turning to look at the sliding glass door, where the light of the evening sun danced around the figure beyond.

"Phi asks you to come and eat with us before Mae heads over to the hospital," the gentle voice chimed again, filled with the innocent urgency of a child.

"Okay, baby girl," Luna said, a warm smile spreading across his face like the sunrise.

"Hear that, Mew? Let's go! You need to send me later," Gulf said, rising to his feet, his energy infectious.

"Yes, bii!" Mew exclaimed, standing up and quickly grabbing Gulf's hand, halting him in his tracks with a playful tug.

Gulf turned to face Mew, noticing the puzzled look on his mate's face. He offered a gentle smile, closing the gap between them to plant a tender kiss on Mew's lips, charged with love.

"Phi rạk khuṇ mak thirak (Phi love you so much, love)," Mew whispered sweetly, his voice wrapping around Gulf like a warm embrace, causing Gulf to beam in return.

Gulf's hand found Mew's shoulder as they leaned in closer, smiles lingering between them, drinking in the moment. Just as they were about to kiss again, their children burst into the scene, breaking the spell.

"Mae, pho! Stop showing public affection!" Thorn, the eldest sibling, declared with mock seriousness, crossing his arms with an exaggerated huff.

"Mae, pho at it again?" Mild chimed in, sprinting towards them, excitement in his voice.

"What happened? Tell me!" Mai trailed after her brother, her curiosity piqued.

"Keep out of this, princess! You don't know stuff," Mild bickered with his two-year-younger sisters, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Hello, P'Mild! I'm 21 years old, and I know stuff!" Mai retorted with bravado, causing Mild to stop and glare at her with exaggerated annoyance.

"You three should keep your noses out of grown-up matters! Seriously, at your ages of 25, 23, and 21, you're just a bunch of kids!" Gulf sighed dramatically, shaking his head as he walked into the packhouse.

"They take after you, bii, so you can't complain!" Mew chuckled, earning him a quick, teasing glare from Gulf.

"I call dibs on sitting next to Mae!" Mai declared, darting ahead like a shot, her excitement palpable.

"No! Princess, you sat next to Mae the whole of last week!" Mild protested, racing after his sister, his competitive spirit fully ignited.

"Seriously," Mew sighed, glancing at his mate, shaking his head in amusement.

"Kids," both Mew and Gulf said in unison as they made their way to the dining hall, sharing a knowing smile.

As everyone settled down, ready to enjoy their meal, Mew suddenly raised his glass for a toast, his voice resonating with pride.

"To Alpha Thorn and Luna Amy, as she safely delivers our first child and the future alpha of the Jongcheveevat Clan! To my dashing, slightly annoying boy, Mild, congratulations on finishing your studies as a Law student! And last but not least, our princess, congratulations on being a second-year medical student, just like your mae. Let's enjoy this dinner to the fullest! Cheers!" Mew exclaimed, lifting his glass high as the room erupted in enthusiastic cheers, voices mingling in joyous celebration.

An hour later, Gulf retreated to his room, swiftly changing into his spare clothes before heading downstairs, where Mew awaited him in the living room, his expression glowing with anticipation.

"Let's go, boo," Gulf said, strolling over to Mew. They walked hand-in-hand to their car, a sense of unity enveloping them.

"Pick me up around 9 pm tomorrow, boo," Gulf instructed, nearing the hospital grounds, the urgency of duty beginning to pull at him.

"Okay, bii," Mew replied, his tone laced with affection.

As they arrived at the hospital, Gulf pressed a soft kiss on Mew's lips, a moment of intimacy before he hopped out and dashed inside.