Chapter Twenty Nine

Standing still, I had no choice but to let the tall elderly wolf coo over me and pinch my cheeks. It's been a few months since I'd seen mom's side of the family. She's originally from a pack close by but she left and followed dad back to his home pack.

They'd all came to witness Robby's inauguration. Not because they were close with the Alpha family, at least they weren't until they heard I was the Mate of the idiot.

I was pulled away from my grandma to be forced into being the meat of the sandwich my uncles created. They were loud, too big for their own good and irritably dominate.

"Little Tor!" Uncle Wallis boosted. I hung limp as they passed me around, the four huge males ruffling my hair and making it a point to acknowledge my small stature. It wasn't a common attribute in the Watson family.

"Let me hold him." Uncle Dillon held his arms out for me but Uncle Wallis refused. This turned into an argument and I was stuck between the two huge male's. Until I was snatched away by my grandpa. His four sons turned to him, ready to fight but instantly backed down in the face of the biggest of them all.

Grandpa Bo is gigantic. I've never met anyone as tall as him. He's a retired Third, and looks every bit the intimidating enforcer. His hair is still a familiar red, as well as his long beard that had a few strands of white. His belly has gotten plump over the years but his chest and shoulders are still burly.

I was finally placed on my feet and Grandma Freya came back to pinch my cheeks. I may pretend the amount of attention was a nuisance, but I was soaking it up like a dry sponge to water.

"Whatcha been up to, Bean?" Uncle Carter asked, using that stupid nickname. I was the only Omega born to the family. Being a runt makes me even smaller. Grandpa Bo blames it on dad's side of the family. Grandpa Harold blames it on mom's side of the family. The two elderly males argue a lot. I think it has something to do with dad knocking mom up while she was still in school.

"Nothing." I grumbled, fixing my clothes and trying to smooth down my hair.

"We heard you found your Mate." Uncle Patrick brought up.

I rolled my eyes even though my face caught on fire. "So?"

"So, we want to meet the bloke!" Grandpa boomed. Not that it was intentional, he was just a big male with a big voice.

Pursing my lips, I thought it over before smiling brightly. "Okay!"

Hopefully mom's four brothers will treat Robby like they treat dad and try to scare him. It doesn't work with dad, he just chuckles at their attempts and sits back to watch television.

The six of them followed me as I led the way through the pack house. I'd left Robby on the back patio talking to teenagers who thought he was cool.

I wasn't surprised to see some of my cousins. They were easy enough to spot in the crowd. They were all tall redheads, some covered in freckles like me, some with gaps too. Uncle Dillon's kids had brown skin, covered entirely with freckles and their hair a lighter shade of red. They still very much looked like the rest of the family.

"Robert!" I shouted, gaining the male's attention. His glare fell away at the sight of my huge smile. He thought I was happy to see him and I was, but mostly because I wanted my uncles to scare him. "That's him, that's my Mate." I told my family, pointing him out.

Robby walked towards me, eying the huge wolves standing around me. My Mate was just as tall, only shorter than grandpa.

"Bean!" My cousins surrounded us, happy to pass me around much like their fathers had. I whined and complained but couldn't drop the smile.

By the time I was placed back beside my Mate, he was talking comfortably with everyone. Even grandpa was laughing with him and patting him on the back.

No! Robby was supposed to be shaking in his boots. Not becoming fast friends. He pulled me against his side, listening to grandpa rant about young Alphas and all the things he should avoid doing.

My cousin Tommy nudged me, getting my attention. He looks exactly like Uncle Patrick. Meaning he's big, red headed and covered in freckles, but has bright blue eyes he gets from his mom. Tommy's only two years older than me. He didn't grow out his beard like the rest of the males in the family but his jaw was covered in red stubble. His hair isn't as orange as mine, a darker red.

"Who's the pretty one?" He asked lowly, lifting his chin in the direction he was looking and I turned to see.

"That's Jesper." I giggled, watching Tommy stare.

"Hmm." He grumbled, standing up from where he had to bend down to my level.

I watched Jesper turn and meet Tommy's eyes. My mouth popped open in surprise and I elbowed Robby in the ribs to get his attention.

"Ouch dammit." Robby complained. He shut up though when he finally realized what was happening.

Tommy stomped across the deck, going straight towards a shocked Jesper who blinked before bolting into the yard. Tommy was right behind him as they disappeared around the house.

Robby chuckled, shaking his head.

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Hopping down the remaining stairs, I giggled as Robby caught me in his arms and placed a wet kiss on my cheek. My giggling came to a stop when his lips trailed down to my neck that he nipped at.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as I tried to press myself closer to him. We'd finally gotten a moment alone after having to entertain wolves all day. I didn't mind, I was just happy others were starting to talk to me. I wasn't just the pack runt anymore. Soon, I'll be their Luna.

Robby's lips finally pressed against my own and I whimpered, sinking my fingers into his hair. The male growled in response, my back slamming against a hard surface. None of Robby's kisses were slow or soft. He was like a starved man, ravishing me but never satisfied, always hungry for me. I love it. That I can make him like this without much effort at all.

My toes curled and I tried not to rub up against him. I wasn't doing such a good job with showing restraint.

One of Robby's hands slipped down the back of my jeans and I squeaked, pulling away and gasping for air. His hand was still gripping my bottom, his lips back on my neck.

"Robby," I whined, feeling a familiar tightening in my stomach. My head fell back against the wall and I shifted against him, searching for friction.

Thankfully I was saved from embarrassing myself and making a mess in my pants.

The front door banged open, making me jump. A disheveled Jesper stumbled in. It was a strange sight. The male was always very put together, his hair was never anything but perfectly styled. The brown tresses were in disarray though and his clothes were rumpled with grass stains.

He looked at us and I hid my burning face against Robby's neck.

"Have fun?" Robby asked, his tone teasing. "You two sure didn't waste any time, that's a nasty bite."

I gasped, pulling back to inspect Jesper's neck. Sure enough, he had been marked. Before a Ceremony could be held!

It looked like it hurt. Still raw and swollen.

Jesper looked like he was prepared to say something but he looked out the front door before taking off upstairs.

It wasn't long before my cousin came in looking to be in the same dazed state as Jesper. His shirt was missing, a similar mark on his shoulder. He didn't care to spare us a glance, instead going straight up the stairs after Jesper.

"Wow." I murmured. It wasn't uncommon for Mates to move quickly, it all depended on the pair. Sometimes it took years for Mates to be comfortable enough to mark each other, sometimes it only took a few hours. "I thought Jesper's Mate would be an Omega." I said absentmindedly.

Robby snorted, his hand kneading my bottom and reminding me it was still in my pants.

My thoughts were distracted though. "Is everyone so nonchalant about sex?" I asked, my nose scrunching with distaste. I'd always pictured it as something meaningful. Something you didn't do with just anyone. Apparently not everyone thought like that. My own Mate didn't.

"Obviously not." Robby sighed and removed his hand from my bottom.

"But why sleep with others when you know you have a Mate?!" It was meant to be a general question but it ended up being a question directed towards him. I couldn't stop thinking about it. No matter that he'd told me it was nothing but sex. Sex wasn't just something you did with anyone for fun. At least that's not what it is to me. It was something intimate and he had just done it with others without care.

Robby put me down and I looked up at him, waiting for an answer. "It's pleasure, that's all it is. We do it because it feels good, not for whatever bullshit reason you're thinking up in your head.

"We're not humans!" I yelled at him. "You know it means more for us. If you didn't believe that, you wouldn't have fucked some Omega after giving up!"

Robby didn't say anything, his jaw ticking as he glared down at me.

"How would you have felt?" I started. "If you'd walked into my room and found another Alpha in my bed, naked and waiting for me." Apparently we hadn't done a good job at talking. This was still heavy on my mind and I couldn't get rid of the thought of them together. Of that male having a part of my Mate that I'd never have.

We're wolves. We all know we have Mate's the moment we can understand words.

Robby ignored my question. "It's been over a year since we've fucked around. Our relationship had always been like that, we'd meet up and have fun together before parting ways again." Robby growled. "He wouldn't have done it if he knew about you."

"But-

"It's over with." Robby cut me off, leaning down to get in my face. "You'll be the last I'll ever be with, the first and only I'll make love to. Those before us don't matter, you're all I want."

Looking down at my bare feet, I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted. I knew it was something I should get over. There was no changing something that had happened in the past. Besides, there was no way I was loosing my Mate over this. I'll just make sure to keep my eyes on that male and make sure he doesn't try anything.

The day he or anyone makes a move on my Mate will be the day they regret their mother giving birth to them.

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter. Oh well...