Alpha's Human Mate

EPILOGUE

"See, son, love is something beyond control. It arrives unbidden and in its own time. You don't have to force it, no matter how much society tries to box you in," said Alpha Pique, as he relaxed with his son in the backyard, the aroma of brewed coffee wafting around them.

"But pho, how did you know you loved mae and found the one?" questioned Alpha Pique's son, curiosity shining in his eyes.

"Ah, because your mae and I are mates, and I recognised her scent the moment I laid eyes on her. But what I want you to grasp, son, is that love can blossom anywhere—between any genders, different religions, or even across species, like your great-great-grandfathers," Alpha Pique explained.

"Talking about my great-great-grandfather's story to our son, babe?" Luna Pear chimed in, gliding over to sit beside her husband.

"Indeed, my love. He needs a nudge to pursue what his heart desires; you know how these hormonal stages can be," replied Alpha Pique, teasingly, earning a warm smile from Pear, while their son scowled.

"Oh, my baby boy, fret not! Even without a partner by your side, we've decided to hand over the pack to you on your 25th birthday. And about your love life—don't overthink it, alright, darling? You're free to wait for your fated mate for as long as you need," Luna Pear reassured him, her eyes twinkling kindly.

"But I feel like a loser, mae, pho. It's as if I'm marooned, the only one not mated, growing older while the pack needs an emotional pillar, a future alpha to carry on our legacy. What if my mate is male, not female? Won't the other packs mock us? We've had a female Luna for generations—what if I'm the one to break the tradition?" he lamented, his voice heavy with anxiety.

"Baby boy. Did you even hear the moral of the story I just shared with you?" Alpha Pique asked, disappointment creeping into his voice.

"I did, and I understand, but pho, you must know the world has changed. In our line, every Luna since Luna Gulf is female; it's the way of things," the son replied, his voice firm despite the turmoil in his heart.

"You're almost twenty-five, still tripping over your own doubts like a puppy on a slick floor! I hope you find a mate like Luna Gulf. Then you'll really understand what life's about – be it a werewolf or a human," Alpha Pique joked, a cheeky grin spreading across his face as Luna Pear chuckled, her laughter ringing like silver bells in the warm evening air.

"Oh, goodness! Our household would be an absolute circus, wouldn't it, mate?" Luna Pear murmured, giggles escaping her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh, absolutely, my sweet boy! Just follow your instincts and your wolf," Luna Pear chimed in with encouragement, her gaze steady and warm. "You never know what adventure awaits you!"

But Pique and Pear's son turned his gaze away, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as his thoughts drifted to the dreams that plagued him for a week, now mercifully silent. "I feel like something inside me is lost..." he murmured to the vastness of the sky above, his voice barely a whisper.

"What do these dreams mean?" he pondered, the words floating away in the gentle breeze. Pique and Pear exchanged puzzled glances, concern etched on their faces, yet they let the silence linger, respecting their son's deep sigh.

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"Is everything settled, son?" called Am from the kitchen, her voice lilting and a touch maternal.

"Yes, mae, everything's all settled. I'll be clocking in by tomorrow afternoon. Now I just need to sleep like a corpse," he replied with a smirk, planting a feather-light kiss on her cheek before plopping down to devour his early dinner.