Osias
I hated cooking, and I always have. So, why did I find myself in the small kitchen of the Alpha wing, whipping up some grub? The answer was simple. My beloved was hungry.
Although Berlin desperately tried to hide it from me, it would take an idiot not to know that he was still hurting. Behind his soft-spoken and passive exterior, I could tell that he was struggling something great. At a tug-of-war with himself, and I could not exactly tell which side was winning. So, I opted for the next best thing, to smother my little mate with as much love, support, and care as I could until he was able to stabilize himself.
'Beep! Beep!'
I cursed underneath my breath at the smoke detector as I hurried to open a couple of windows, turning off the stove as well before grumbling underneath my breath at the sight of the eggs that I attempted to scramble, now a charred mess and stuck to the pan. I waved my hands at the detector, trying to move the smoke away from it before quickly losing my patience and banging the thing hard with my hand, the plastic pieces falling to the floor as I cursed out the inanimate object under my breath.
After disposing of the soiled eggs and finally getting the smoke detector to shut the fuck up, my head whipped up at the sound of small feet 'pitter-pattering' on the hardwood. Dammit, I knew that the loud ass thing would make him come check what was going on.
However, my anger at the smoke detector quickly dissolved at the sight of my Angel, peeking his little blonde head around the corner before walking over, his hair an adorable disaster on top of his head from his earlier nap during my meeting. Wasting no time at all, I walked over to him as he sniffed the air and turned his little button nose up in disdain.
"Ew... What happened in here? It smells so bad." he gagged dramatically at the charred stench in the air, effectively giving away my embarrassing lack of cooking skills. I embraced the small man in front of me tightly, my nose traveling slowly down the side of his neck as I growled against it playfully.
"I made you brunch, but the eggs decided to burn themselves." I grumbled out, savoring the feeling of holding my mate in my arms before he would pull away, as he always did. "But thankfully, the orange juice and toast are still salvageable."
As if on cue, Berlin untangled himself from my hold and shook his head at my explanation with a soft giggle as he walked over to the barstools, hoisting his tiny body into one of the high-sitting chairs. I very reluctantly allowed him to do so, knowing that his comfort is much more important than my selfish instincts of always wanting him attached to my hip.
Berlin smiled at me and rested his elbows on the counter, pursing his pink lips and cocking his head to the side curiously. "I'm beginning to think that you have zero skills in the kitchen." he teased, biting his bottom lip softly with another painfully adorable giggle.
"...But we have fucking amazing skills in bed" muttered York inside of my mind with a deeply offended tone. I rolled my eyes at his words before shutting him out of my consciousness once again. That bastard needed to get used to the fact that he can't be a horny jackass whenever he is around Berlin in his human form. Whatever he chooses to say about Berlin's wolf isn't my business, but Berlin's human form is mine.
"I've also never heard of eggs burning themselves" he continued with a smile, pulling his shoulder-length blonde hair back into a ponytail and securing it with a mauve colored scrunchie. My heart clenched as he more of his gorgeous face was revealed. I didn't think I'd ever grow tired of seeing it.
"I've had a maid my entire life, so I've never needed kitchen skills." I grumbled back, setting a plate of slightly burnt toast and a glass of orange juice on the table before him. "Eat up."
I had to hold back a chuckle at the incredulous look on his face as his eyes shifted up from the depressing plate to me, and then back down.
"I-I'm afraid to eat this. I think that I might die." he whispered, staring down at the contents as if expecting them suddenly come alive upon the plate.
Before I could even retort his ridiculous statement, a red-faced Ortiz came busting into the Alpha wing and stomped his way into my kitchen. Berlin jumped in his seat at the ruckus that the Beta made with his elaborate entrance, immediately hopping down from the barstool and running from the room as fast as his short legs could take him.
Berlin's exit didn't phase Ortiz at all. It was obvious that he was throwing a tantrum as he stalked to my fridge, slammed the door open and grabbed a bottle of milk before drinking straight from the jug.
"What the fuck man?!" I scolded, grabbing the milk jug from him, only to see that his eyes were red and puffy, as if he'd been crying for the past few hours. No matter how sad he looked however, he'd scared my mate, and that will never go down easy with me.
"You could've linked me to tell me you were coming, but instead you barged in, scared away my mate and then come into my kitchen and drink my shit? What the hell is your deal?!" I yelled, harshly slapping the back of his head with my last few words. He should know better than to show up in the Alpha wing unannounced, especially considering I was ridiculously overprotective of Berlin at the moment since we'd just completed our bond.
The spaz of a man simply at me for a few seconds, his lips pursed, a thin film of milk coating them. His eyes narrowed, staring at me in an almost challenging manner. It seemed as if he was deep in thought before he simply pointed to the milk jug in my hand, his hip poking out to the side in a sassy stance.
"Can I have that back? I'm kinda thirsty considering I just ran like 55 fucking miles." he stated, reaching out for the jug. He obviously was not catching the seriousness by my scolding just a few moments ago. That or he simply didn't care. I scowled at his disregard, putting the top on the jug and sliding it across the counter in the opposite direction of him.
"Were you even listening?! No, you cannot have the fucking milk back!" I yelled this time, rolling my eyes at his stupidity before stepping around him and heading into the living room to comfort my shaken up mate. I had to use all of my strength to resist from shoving Ortiz out of the way and running to my mate the moment he ran away from me, but I tried to contain my anger, knowing it would only bother Berlin even more.
The sight that I was greeted with upon arrival in the living room almost caused me to crack a smile despite the fact that I was teeming with anger. Berlin's pint-sized body was huddled up on the far end of the couch, a pink blanket thrown on top of him like a child's ghost costume on halloween. I hate to say that the sight was absolutely adorable and hilarious when he was obviously terrified, but it honestly was.
"Angel... I'm here, I'm here." I comforted Berlin, sitting beside him on the couch before pulling off the blanket and sliding his feather-light body into my lap. He visibly hesitated for a long moment before relaxing into my hold, wrapping his arms around my neck tightly as I loosely placed my arms around him as well. It was almost unbelievable how beautiful he was as he relaxed a bit against me, my eyes raking from the top of his little blonde head to his soft feet.
"'Sias!" whined the loud-mouthed Ortiz, the harsh sound causing Berlin to jump in my lap once more, burrowing away as if he was trying to plaster himself to me.
Not that I was complaining.
A possessive growl tore through my body as I held Berlin tightly, my arms protective around him as Ortiz stepped into the room with the milk jug in his hand once again, looking like a drunk as some of the white liquid spilled from the jug and landed on the rug, soaking into the fibers. He was such a stubborn ass.
"Woah, woah. Calm down big boy, don't need you tearing your own Beta apart." he held his hands out in front of him in a 'don't fight me' manner before he plopped down like a sack of potatoes into one of the black armchairs, taking a swig of milk when he settled down into it. He looked like he was exhausted, from what I didn't know, as his legs spread open wide and the jug hung from two of his fingertips, his eyes trained on the ceiling.
"I just have a question. Kinda going through a crisis here..." he trailed off, running his free hand through his already disheveled hair as he sighed dramatically.
At that moment, I was in no mood to help the little bastard that had chosen to trespass in my home and then scare my mate, but his next words shocked me, causing my eyebrow to raise in curiosity.
"Dude... Like... How did you know you were... Gay?" he asked in a hushed whisper, looking around the room as if he didn't want anyone else to hear, even though there was only the three of us there. He leaned forward, elbows pressed into his spread knees as he stared at me unblinkingly. He was acting as if he'd just asked me the secret of the universe instead of how I found out that I favored dicks over chicks with the way he was looking at me.
I felt Berlin peek out from his hiding spot in my neck at Ortiz's question. I could feel his curiosity through our bond, but I could also sense his fear of my Beta. For what reason, I didn't know, but I wasn't going to question my beloved's emotions.
"I've known that I was gay since I was little. Where is all of this coming from, dude? And hurry up, Berlin is uncomfortable with you being here and frankly, I am as well." I responded, trying to curb my urge to forcefully remove the male by threading my fingers through my mate's hair, rubbing his scalp comfortingly. He let out a purr-like sigh at the attention, and I felt him relax even more in my grasp.
"I... I think that I like dick..." Ortiz muttered, his eyes opening wide in panic before he stood up and began pacing back and forth, the jug of milk long forgotten as it sat next to his chair. If he paced any faster, I swear he'd wear a hole right into my carpet beneath his feet.
"But... I'm straight. I think?" He scratched the back of his head before looking at me with a confused expression. "Even if I was, I'd be a... a top, right? That's what you gays call the one that sticks their dic-" He began to do a graphic gesture with his hands, as if he was going to play out his words as he said them.
"What is all of this about?" I interrupted his inappropriate stream of thought, wanting to get this whole ordeal over with so that I could care for my shaken mate. But before Ortiz could respond with more whining, there was a loud, floor-shaking pounding at the door.
"FUCK! SHIT!" Ortiz screeched, looking around the room like a madman, like he was trying to survey a spot where he could hide. I rubbed my temple stressfully, keeping my other arm around Berlin, who was probably about to fall into a panic attack.
"Go open the fucking door, Ortiz. And when you do, let yourself out. You're annoying the shit out of me with your ridiculous questions." I instructed in my Alpha voice, looking down in surprise when I felt Berlin hit my chest with his tiny fist and mouthed out the words 'don't curse' to me. It was a new feeling to be reprimanded by someone as tiny as a middle schooler, but I bit my lip, complying with his demand.
"Whiiiiiiipped" York whispered tauntingly in my mind, rapidly slinking back into the shadows before I could snap back at him.
Ortiz stood there gaping like a fish for a long moment, staring at me with betrayal in his eyes.
"If I die, it's your fault." he grumbled before stalking over to the door. He yanked it open with a murderous glare, and I raised an eyebrow at the sight of a tall, asian male at the door, taller than Ortiz himself but still slightly shorter than I. He had a nice amount of muscles that bulged from his tight Nike athletic shirt, but the scariest part about him was his expression. The man's lips were set in a straight line and his eyes were unreadable. He looked as if he was ready to kill anyone at a moment's notice.
"If you run away from me again, I will chain you to my bed." the expressionless man stated before reaching forward and picking up Ortiz around his waist without so much as a grunt, tossing him over his shoulder a moment later. "You are mine. I advise you to remember that."
Ortiz screamed and kicked, pleading with me to save him but I just smirked and thanked the Goddess that she relieved me of his annoyances. He was a good Beta, but sometimes it was like having an annoying little brother that did nothing but steal your clothes without your permission and complain. He was my best friend though, and that I would not change.
I suppose Oritz was freaking out about having a male mate this entire time, and if my eyes didn't deceive me, it seemed as if he was going to be the submissive partner in the relationship. A smile broke across my face at the sound of Berlin giggling softly and waving at the man when he turned around in my lap.
"Oh, hi Corey!" he piped up before ducking his head back down when Ortiz scowled and flipped him the bird from behind the man's muscular back.
I couldn't even get angry at him, as Berlin was already sliding out of my lap and jumping up and down excitedly as he faced the door. It took all of my strength to tear my eyes away from his jiggling bubble butt as he did so.
"You know him?" I asked, slightly taken aback at the sudden change in Berlin's demeanor.
"Yeah!" he giggled, turning around to face me with a bright smile. "He's my brother!"
❦
After the ordeal with Ortiz, I was granted a couple hours of peace.
Well, relatively.
Berlin sat in the living room and watched television underneath his pink blanket, reverting back to his reserved and timid self after I ordered brunch from the main kitchen for him. Suffice to say, I'd given up on trying to cook something. Meanwhile I attended to pack duties, sorting out the last details for the few things that we lost during the attack and specifying details on a few alliance documents. It did not go as smoothly as I wanted however because I was constantly having to block out Ortiz from contacting me over mind link, as he couldn't seem to stop cursing me out.
(Part 2 in next episode)
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