Episode Thirty-Two Show Me How You Treat Your Mates

M irron

Alliana jumps to her feet and reaches to pull me up. It takes all I have not to laugh at her pale little body trying to ease a big male like me out of the furs. But she's so eager to help, as she has been since practically the moment she arrived at our cave. She may be tiny, but her heart is huge.

Once standing, the urge to piss becomes urgent, the same with my wolven mate. The thought of having not one but two mates causes a shock of excitement to sizzle up my spine.

Even though he's urged me to mate her since practically the moment she arrived, as we water the bushes, I ask again how he'll feel about sharing.

"We're going to be the happiest pack in the whole of Down Below, mate. I have plenty of love to share, and I know you do too."

Dinner is a silent affair, except for the sound of four people shoveling food into their mouths as fast as they can. We have all waited far too long for this.

I take one moment to scold our prize.

"You haven't been eating," I accuse. It's not a question.

"Yes, I did," she insists, her face a mask of guilt. "Tell him, Luka. I ate every day you were sleeping."

Luka's silence confirms my hunch.

"Come here," I pat my lap as we sit outside the mouth of our cave in our circle of stumps. When she's sitting sideways on my lap, I gently trace under each eye with the pad of my thumb. "You're always pale. Maybe it's from being locked indoors your whole life, or maybe it's how you're made, just like how Dek, Luka, and I are all different."

Her eyes are wide. She must be afraid of my anger. Leaning forward, I kiss her nose to calm her fears.

"Right here, the smudges are blue. You've lost weight in just these few days. You need to be strong for the trek south. Please eat for me. For all of us."

She looks at me and the oddest emotions fly across her beautiful, expressive face. I'm not sure I can name them all. Her human face still seems so odd and unreadable at times. I know one thing, though. When tears snake slowly down her face, I know she's unhappy. Now I've made her cry.

"Tell me, my prize," I say in my softest voice, not wanting to make things worse. "Is this how human females react? Am I too rough on you?" My chest squeezes in pain because I made my female cry.

"No," she croaks, but can't continue because she's crying harder.

I tuck her against me and rock her. If she weren't crying because of me, I would feel like the most powerful male on Earth if I could be the one responsible for stopping her tears.

"Why are you crying, Alliana?"

"Because I'm so happy." Her voice is soft and breathless. "It just feels so good to have someone scold me because they care about me instead of to control me."

The emotion in her words hits me like a falling tree.

"I'm the pack leader. I will always do what's best for all of us. And although I've only been around males most of my life, I'll try to be gentle with you. Always, Love."

This makes her cry even harder.

"You called me ‘Love,' Mirron."

"Aye. Because it's true."

I thought we'd adjourn inside the cave and lie in the furs before we began our bedplay, but my little human is in my arms, and so eager to kiss me. She breeches the distance between us and plants her soft lips against mine.

"I love you, Mirron."

"Show me. Show all of us how you treat your mates."