Bartholomé POV

 “Stop following me or I won't eat my dinner!” I say to my puppy mate, quite annoyed by the ways he has been stalking me for the past few days. At first it was cute, he would stay behind me and whisper sweet nothings in my ears from time to time, take my hands while I was walking, or more like waddling, down the stairs and rub the aches away from my legs and back when the night comes. Then I began to feel oppressed by the attention. I mean, with the way I have been living until recently, I’m more used to being a ghost who walks along the walls than some sort of divinity who makes Luka feel the need to worship some sort of cult called the Bart’s Club. I think he even created a website where he does nothing but compliment me all day long. 

 I tried threatening him of rejecting his beautiful being if he continued to breath down my back, but we both know it won’t happen. He is the perfect half for me, he makes me feel wanted and loved. My self-esteem is starting to come back little by little, broken pieces being stuck together one by one by a super glue called Luka Grensly, even though I still feel too shy for some public display of affection, or PDA as the experimented ones would call it. I just need some time to adapt to this type of life. It just happened very suddenly. One day I was blaming myself for the current situation, sinking down the dark path of no return, but then a knight in shining armor came to take my hand and drag me toward the light instead. He may be a dragon, such a creature being portrayed as evil in the children’s stories and condemned to be defeated by some prince who decided to fight for his life to save a girl he never met before, but for me he was the hero who saved me. Quite ironic.

Anyways, I found another way to make him crumble. I know he cares a lot about me, so I used that instead. He made it his goal to make me eat at least three meals a day, even if I feel like throwing up, while following the doctor’s advice of course, which is why I just told him that I wouldn’t act according to his wishes if he didn’t respect mine.

“But Honeeyy...” my second mate whines, looking more like a dispirited and unwilling wolf with the way I could basically see his spiritual tail and ears dropping down, then a big scary dragon. I huff at his exaggerated antics and walk away, leaving Luka to mope and pout over his defeat. It physically hurts to move far from him, but not as much as the first time I was rejected, however, I do need some time alone to be able to think clearly, without being influenced by his gorgeous eyes.  

Reaching my room, I pull open the door and enter, closing it quietly behind me and locking it. You never know when a lizard named Luka may barge in asking for cuddles. Better take some precautions. I cautiously open my drawer and take a pen along with some paper. Setting everything down on my table, I begin to make a list of pros and cons about leaving with Luka. He already asked me to become his queen and come back home with him, but I wasn't so sure about leaving everyone behind. Maybe I won't ever see them again. Max helped me in our old pack. I consider him as a really good friend, while Alex saved my life, thus also saving my little bun’s life too. He is our saviour, and I still haven’t found a way to repay him for what he did. Of course, the alpha already told me that I didn’t need to do anything for him, but I still feel indebted. How could I just leave like that…?

In another way, Luka is my mate, the one made for me. He cares about me, and I know he won’t hurt me, I badly need this feeling of safety. He even said he didn't mind our first child being from another man, I know in some way it irks his dragon, but more for the fact that I wasn’t consentient when it happened. It already started to bond with my child, no, our child, and I can tell it already considers the baby as his, not another man’s. My little bean would have a loving father, everything he wanted and a happy family, while I would have a caring mate and a safe environment. How could I ask for more? I think my unborn child deserves it and I may sound a little presumptuous, but I think I also deserve it. I think I can be happy, just a little selfishness from time to time. 

Having made my decision, I let out a huge breath I didn't realize I was holding, before standing up and heading toward my door, throwing the paper with the pros and cons on it in the garbage while passing by. I should go tell Luka my final decision, I will miss the others, but we can always stay in contact via letters, I can’t let this chance slip between my fingers. Both for my child and I. Hand on the doorknob, I suddenly feel someone on the other side pull the door, making me stumble over my two left feet and nearly lose my footing, my big stomach not helping in recovering my center of gravity, before being stabilized by two warm and powerful hands. Sensing the thick air full of dominant pheromones, I nearly roll on my back to show my neck and belly in submission, before catching myself as I recognize the scent of Alex. He hates it when he involuntarily forces me to submit. He did it once before and it took me one full hour of telling the guilty alpha that I didn’t mind before he finally conceded on getting up from his kneeling position before me. It wasn’t really his fault though, it’s in our genes. Alphas unconsciously execrate dominant pheromones which awaken the submissive ones in omegas and make them want to submit. They need to force themself back from emitting it, and even then, a little moment of distraction, like the fear of seeing me fall down earlier, can make all those efforts fly away.

“Sorry Bart, I didn’t mean it” Alexander says, talking about how he nearly made me fall down, which would have resulted in me on my back with my four members toward the sky, trying futilely to get up from the ground, action rendered completely useless by my newly formed big stomach. Just like a big turtle, I never related this much to an animal before falling pregnant. At least he didn’t realize he let out a bunch of pheromones. 

“It’s alright Alpha, but would you mind telling me what could have brought you to my humble room?” I ask in a tiny voice, lacing humor in my words as to let the awkward atmosphere dissipate. I never was one to like such situations. Alex chuckles a little at my wording, before clearing his throat, looking a little uncomfortable to speak. I nod toward Maxime, who I just realized is standing behind Alex, before my eyes meet his slightly guilty, but also determined eyes. What a weird combination, what did he do again? 

“Due to a recent situation, we are in dire need of help. Luka, your mate, suggested helping us, but only if we followed his condition. He asked that I convince you to go with him to his kingdom to become his queen. I’m really sorry Bartholomé and I understand perfectly if you don’t want to. We are not forcing you to do anything, we can always ask the other packs.” Alex says, but I know that if he came here to tell me this it is that he is considering Luka’s proposition, which means that it is our only option. Even though I already decided to go back with the prince, I can’t help but feel offended that he decided for me like that, even bringing my pack into this. Couldn’t he have just waited a little bit more? I was even going to tell him my decision just now. Just for this I’m entering a cold war with him. I will comply with his wishes of course, I even get the chance to repay this pack for what it did, but it doesn’t mean that he needs to know the favor he just did to me. He still threatened my saviour after all and used me as a bargain, like an object. If I’m going to live with him for the rest of my life then we need to set some rules in place, number one being that I’m a human perfectly able to make my own decisions. I deserve to be respected, it’s even him who made me realize that. 

I nod to show my agreement before starting to pack my bag without another word to those two who must have decided to form a pact to be able to convince me of going with the dragon. Max would have surely taken the lead if Alex had not succeeded from the start. Judging by the way both of them stay gapping at my easy-going attitude, I guess I did surprise them by agreeing this easily. Why make things more complicated than they need to be? 

As I’m making a last check to see if I missed anything, which isn’t really possible as I never really owned something here or even in my last pack, I see Alex go back toward the infirmary wing, where my mate must be currently standing, rubbing his long fingers together and laughing like a maniac over the little trick he played on me. I can already see his smug grin from here, making shivers rack down my spine.  

Cheeky brat.

I soon follow behind the alpha, walking in front of the white-haired boy who I consider as my only friend. I hope wherever we are going after still allows me to have access to the internet, I would like to stay in touch with him. I smell Luka’s mint scented pheromones before seeing his irritating, but so hot smirk, which makes small goosebumps of pleasure appear on my brown skin. I never get tired of this feeling. It’s like the first time, each time. 

He hold out his hands in front of me, silently telling me to give him my bag who weight as much as if it was empty, but I do not break my mask of indifference and only give hugs to James, who is still resting on the hospital's bed, Maxime, who returned on his mate’s laps and Alex, who is in a corner of the room, feeling dispirited by the lack of presence of his mate while being surrounded by couples. I then walk out of the room, not waiting for my dragon who is fast to follow behind me like a lost duckling, and head toward the backyard, ready to take my personal flight. 

Let’s go home. 

Hey dear readers, the pace is slowly picking up! Bart isn’t really happy with Luka’s choice, what would you have done in the bean’s shoes? 

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