Ortiz

The quilted pattern of my thin blankets was taunting me, and I fought the urge to rip them to shreds piece-by-piece. They reeked of the scent of that... Guy. That guy that my body just couldn't seem to resist. Every time I tried, I only ended ass-up, face-down right on top of these blankets, getting pounded into submission.

Even as these murderous thoughts filtered through my mind, I couldn't help but hold the soft fabric to my nose and take a deep sniff - all the while hating myself for even feeling the least bit of affection towards that annoying, peanut-dicked giant.

I mean - don't get me wrong - I'm not a homophobic guy. I thought grumpy, old-man Osias and his pixie princess Berlin were a cute enough couple, but I never considered that I'd end up with a male mate - nonetheless one whose dominant complex gave my dick a life of its own as it rose to attention every time the damn guy simply breathed in my direction. 

I groaned aloud and smacked my face into my pillow as I rolled around on my bed, angrily tossing the reeking quilt onto the carpeted floor. Lately, I'd spent hours alone in my room, wallowing in self-pity as I tried to conjure up a way to convince others that Corey wasn't actually my mate, or at the very least that I topped him in the bedroom. However, even after all of that time, it turned out I was the hardest one to convince of my own damn lie. 

It was just humiliating.

I mean, who would take a Beta seriously if they weren't even manly enough to be the pitcher? At this point however, it was practically useless. I knew that the entire pack was aware of our situation, if my incessant screams of pleasure every night were any indication. Hell, it wasn't my fault that the freaking beast decided to mount me like a wolf in a Rut! 

After a few long moments of pouting, screaming into my pillow, and a lack of fresh air, I finally heaved a deep breath and turned my head to gaze out of the window. The sky had turned a shade of light pink and orange while the sun sizzled just on the line of the horizon. I scowled at the beauty of it all, knowing it meant dinner time was approaching.

That also meant Corey was on his way back from leading Warrior Training. 

Yeah, leading Warrior Training. 

After the whole ordeal with that crazy ass Joker kid, Osias decided that Corey would be a great addition to the Warriors of the pack - But oh no, he didn't stop there. 

Osias decided that Corey was just so good that he should replace the current second in command Warrior Leader, and therefore partly take over the helm of the safety of this pack. 

Even after I begged, pleaded, and even threatened to rip out my own eyebrows if Osias went through with what had at the time been a proposition, my stupid jerk of a best friend simply smirked his signature, asshole-ish smirk, signed off on my death sentence, and ran off to fuck his little pregnant mate. In fact, I could've sworn I saw the hint of a smile on Corey's usual, impassive expression when the decree was passed and announced.

Like he didn't even care that the last bit of my pride at being a high-rank was being stripped away. 

I groaned once again as I stood up from my bed, stretching my tensed muscles from spending so much time cooped up on the soft surface. However, just as I did so, someone must have spoken of the Devil himself, because the door to my room creaked open to reveal the one person I was attempting to avoid. 

And Goddessdamn, I could've sworn my salivary glands went into instant hyperdrive. 

Sweaty tendrils of dark hair stuck to his forehead, and his previously light grey shirt was stained a darker tone from what I assumed to also be sweat. Beads of the stuff stuck to his large biceps as he used a white towel to wipe at his face and neck, although his piercing eyes remained glued to my frame as if I was some kind of wacko art piece in a public gallery. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I snarled, grabbing my phone from the bedside table (I don't go anywhere without the thing) and making my way to the door with the intention to push past him. 

Of course, you can guess that didn't really work. 

He was barely phased as I smacked hard into his arm which I thought would at least move a small enough amount to allow me to quickly slip through without a problem. I yelped out at how solid his body was as it collided with mine - the dude was a fucking tree! 

"Careful there, beautiful. I did not intend to hurt you." Corey's smooth, semi-monotonous, but insanely deep voice vibrated through the air as he grasped me around my waist with the gentlest of touches. You'd think with muscles as large as the ones he was sporting that he'd be a bit heavy-handed, however I noticed that was never the case.

Unless I asked him to when we were... Anyway.

I tried to shove him away and continue my journey out of the door, but his thick, tree-trunk-like arms barely budged around my waist. Yet another con of his daily warrior training: Corey seemed to get stronger by the minute. When I wasn't drooling over those muscles like some kind of homo, they only got in my way. I blamed the mating bond for making me feel any kind of way towards them. 

"Let go of me, you ass!" I huffed, pressing my hands flat against his hard pecs in an effort to put him at as much of a distance as possible. Despite my best efforts to keep his tantalizing body away, I still felt a twitch in my nether regions which made me wince. 

Dammit. I could always count on him to give me a sudden homo-reaction.

"Ass?" Corey inquired with a tilt of his head, although his always stone expression remained in place despite his tone of voice. To be honest, it was kind of creepy at times. "I apologize if I angered you, sweetheart. Is there something troubling you at the moment that I could somehow help you solve?" He continued, causing me to gulp as his eyebrows miraculously drew together into a concerned expression.

What the hell... I didn't even know he knew how to use his facial muscles. 

For a long moment, I simply stared up at him. His gentle hold around my waist and genuinely concerned expression struck me to the core. My arms fell slightly slack and I almost let them drop.

I probably would have if he hadn't snapped me out of my trance by beginning to pull me into his broad chest. 

No way in hell I was going to willingly let him win me over and somehow think I was some kind of homo like him. Fuck no. Our deal was simply too fragile; one slip up and I could find myself on the losing side. He said to prove that I could resist him and I would do just that. His sweet charm wasn't going to capture me, and I couldn't give up after less than three days. Hell, the throbbing in my ass just barely started to ebb away that morning...

"I'm leaving now. Take a shower, you stink like wet wolf." I stated with the flash of a petty smile, suddenly ducking underneath his arm and out of the door before hurrying down the hallway towards the dining hall before he could even compute the situation. 

With a heaving sigh, I ran a hand through my hair and adjusted my semi-hard boner in my pants as I willed it to go down. I really didn't feel like dealing with the incessant teasing if anyone happened to see it during dinner.

"Ouchie, ouch, ouch! Slow, please!" came a high-pitched voice from the door that I was just about to pass. Just as I did so, Osias came carefully striding out of it while supporting a heavily pregnant Berlin with his arms. The little Luna attempted to hobble down the corridor in bright blue bunny slippers and a fluffy, white robe that stretched over his ginormous baby bump, but the effort was obviously causing him a lot of pain.

I wasn't surprised. That baby bump made him look like he was going to topple right over with nothing but his tiny stature to support it. 

"Please let me carry you, princess. You have too much pressure on your spine." Osias plead with his mate, and I could tell that by the silver swirling in his eyes that his wolf was also enraptured with worry. 

"But... But... I wanted to do it on my own!" Berlin suddenly began to cry hysterically, slumping backwards into his mate's arms as he covered his eyes with his small hands. Lately, his mood swings had been pretty intense as he entered the very last few weeks of pregnancy, but I knew Osias was trying much harder to be as good of a man he could be for his mate. It was really hilarious sometimes, how whipped he was over his Luna. He'd bend over backwards if it meant the little Omega was safe and happy. 

"Princess, please... You're doing such a good job carrying our pups, let me at least carry you to the dining hall? I'm just worried, and York won't stop giving me a headache because he thinks you should be carried everywhere." Osias argued with a pleading tone, and it didn't take long for Berlin to sniffle and wipe his face while nodding softly. 

"O-okay... My back is hurting anyway..." the Omega whispered tiredly before sniffling again and holding up his arms for Osias to pick him up in a bridal style. 

I chuckled. They were hilarious together sometimes. 

"Nice to see both of you too. Good to know my presence is always acknowledged." I teased, making my presence known by walking up beside them. Berlin opened his eyes and peeked out from his hiding spot in Osias's neck before giggling softly at my words. 

"Fuck off, man. Berlin's back is hurting, I don't want you hurting his ears too with your annoying voice." Malice dripped from Osias's tongue as he looked over at me, his sweetly catering attitude gone when it came to anyone other than Berlin or his dads - who he'd recently put effort to make amends with. 

"Hey! Stop being a meanie!" I heard Berlin scold with a pout before settling back into Osias's arms as we walked, sending me a sweet smile.

Berlin was such perfect Luna material. There wasn't a bad bone in his body, and he only wanted others in the pack to be happy. It took him a while to snap back after the whole Max ordeal, but he seemed to be feeling a lot better lately judging by the return of his uber-sweet attitude. 

"How is my big brother Corey doing? I know he's being all manly with the warriors now!" Berlin smiled even brighter and kicked his legs gently as he was carried down the stairs which led to the dining hall. The room was filled with pack members who milled around: either helping set the rest of the tables or already munching down on their dinners. 

"Who's Corey?" I deadpanned, raising an eyebrow as I looked over at Berlin. "I don't know anyone named Corey..."

Step 1: Act as if you don't know who they're speaking of to throw them off of the trail and immediately divert the conversation.

"... But how are my nieces/nephews doing?" I asked, gesturing to Berlin's stomach which instantly had him blushing, smiling brightly, and settling his hands over the extended skin which was covered by his lounge robe. 

Phew. Crisis diverted. 

Part 2 of Chapter 1 in next episode