Home sweat home

Austin POV

I get up with the familiar sting in my a*s and pain in my bones. It felt good.

It surprises me how I can take Keyland's monster of a di*k. back to last night and how he stretched me with his tool.

My insides were on fire. I moaned as he hit my prostate. I wasn't going to lose, so I clenched his di*k each time he hit my prostate.

He turned my a*s in the air and got on me; he slowly pushed it into my hole, all I could do was moan as I was fu*ked like a whore.

Even now, when I'm in the shower, all I can think about is his dick, and how he came all over my face last night.

His companionship is desirable to me due to a shared fate. When we discover our ideal partners, separation becomes inevitable.

I clear my head after bathing; the door is open, and Keyland comes in with food in his hands.

"I know you're hungry after what we did last night, baby, so I went and got food; eat up," he says as he hands me a burger.

After Keyland packed up our stuff and got us a few more things we would need, we got in the car and began to burn gas.

While he drove, we played a few games, and Keyland even sang "Bottles on the Wall." It was horrible.

My boyfriend amazed me. He can be so funny and supportive. He made me laugh. With him around, I forgot my worries.

We finally reach the pack lands in good McKinney, Texas. I continued to direct him until we pulled up to the pack house.

I was so scared I began to shake; I hadn't been back here since I turned eighteen; too much had happened.

My mom had died, and I couldn't make it to the funeral. I felt like a fool. My mom was the only one I kept in contact with. She never told me she was sick. After she died, my dad sent a letter to campus, telling me about her passing.

My dad and I don't speak; it's my fault, but I can't take it back.

Keyland holds my hand and gives it a firm squeeze; I look over at him and smile, and I reassure him that I'm fine.

"I'm here for you, Austin. Don't worry, I got you," Keyland says.

I treasure these moments because we don't know when either of us will find our mates.

So I kissed him before we exited the car. The house door opened, and my cousin Paso ran out and gave me a big hug.

"Tinny, you're finally home; I've missed you," she says.

I look up to see Keyland looking at me with amusement on his face when he hears my childhood nickname. If it weren't for the fact that I love my cousin, I probably would have killed her for exposing that name. Keyland is going to enjoy teasing me.

She finally breaks the deadlock hug. I take a good look at her. She's beautiful, and I can see she's pregnant. It suits her. She's glowing.

My old chats with Mom say this was her second baby, with her mate and husband, Orlando.

"So you're pregnant, I see. How far along are you?" I ask.

Paso grins as she rubs her belly.

"I'm five months pregnant; we're having a boy this time."

"Nice to see that you've put on some muscle, Tinny," I hear someone say.

I look behind me to see my uncle leaning on his truck, looking at us with a huge grin on his face.

"Aren't you gonna greet your favorite uncle in the world?" Uncle Texas says with open arms.

I laugh and run into his arms, giving him a big hug. He chuckles as he pulls away and rubs my hair.

"So are you gonna tell us who your friend is, Tinny?" Paso asks me while looking at Keyland.

"Ah, guys, this is my friend from college; he'll be staying with us, and yes, he is a wolf."

Keyland greets my uncle with a firm handshake. They hold eye contact until Paso walks up to us.

"You must be an Alpha as well. Or else you wouldn't be able to stare at my dad for that long without whimpering. But no fighting, you two. 'This is a happy occasion. Austin has come home. I won't let you ruin it with your alpha hormones, so break it up,' Paso says, giving a stern look before she walks away."

"I can tell that you're a good kid. I just wanted to get a feel of you. Welcome to the One Star pack," my uncle tells him.

"Thanks for having me," Key says to Uncle with a smile before going to the car to take out our luggage.

"Come, let's go to our room," I say to my boyfriend as I take one of the duffle bags from him and lead him inside the house.

Keyland POV

My dad used to tell me that two Alphas cannot be in the same room for too long without feeling the urge to kill each other.

The animal in me wanted to tear into Austin's uncle. It wanted to prove our dominance, to be the alpha male.

As soon as we reach the room, I push Austin onto the bed and tear off his clothes. His sexy body and pink nipples make me want to claim him most sinfully.

"Tinny I really like your body and I love your muscles," I tell Austin as I get on the bed and hover over him.

I could see he didn't like the name, so I had to tease him about it first.

We fu*k like rabbits. After I've shot my load down his mouth, relief floods my body. My beast calms and stops emitting strong alpha pheromones.

We cuddle until the sun sets. I love these moments when we lie quietly in bed, with no words and no sounds except the beating of our hearts.

I felt guilty because I'm not his mate, and yet I love him so much. Oh, how I wish he were the one for me.

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Houston POV

I was cooking some fish and vegetables when my phone went off. I looked at the caller ID and sighed.

It was Susan—or as everyone called her, Noisy Sue. There was nothing that happened in the pack that she didn't know about.

"Sue, I'm busy. What do you need?" I asked as I flipped the fish in the pan.

"Have you heard what happened today, Houston?"

"No."

I wasn't interested in anything this woman had to say.

"Austin is back—and he came with a sexy guy who's his mate," she said.

I could hear the amusement in her voice. The woman loved to taunt me, and right now she was probably having a field day.

I didn't know how to respond. We hadn't spoken in almost five years. I was glad he found his mate. Now he'd be happy—complete.

At least my son would get to enjoy the joy of having a mate.

"Thanks for the information. I'll go over there tomorrow to meet them."

After declining her invitation to dinner on Thursday, I ended the call.

I hadn't seen Austin in over four years. We stopped talking because of my ignorance. I hated myself for the words I said to my son that day. After our argument, he packed up his things and left the pack. He still kept in touch with his mom—something I was glad for. At least he got to speak to her until the end. I know he would have never forgiven himself if she had died without hearing from him for the past four years. That guilt would have killed him.

Even on her deathbed, she asked me to make peace with our son. I owe it to her to make things right with Austin—and hopefully mend our broken relationship.

"Dallas! Dinner is ready!" I shouted as I set the table for two.

Dallas came through the back door, dirty and sweaty. I would've preferred if he had showered, but he was a grown man and I couldn't bother myself telling him to clean up—even if he did stink. Which he probably knew, judging by the smirk on his face.

"Boy, you better wash your hands before dinner," I told him.

Not taking a shower was one thing, but eating with dirty hands was another story.

After washing his hands, he joined me at the table.

"So, a little noisy birdie told me your brother is back in town," I said as I took a bite of my fish.

Dallas just kept chewing and eating his food.

"So, was this birdie's name Susan? Because Mom just got buried, and she's already trying to hit on you," he said, a disgusted look on his face.

I wasn't the only one who disliked Susan.

"Yeah, but I turned her down. So what about your brother? What do you think we should do?"

"Dad, this is between you and Austin. I don't want to be in the middle. You know he already hates me," Dallas said, pain in his eyes.

He got up and picked up our empty plates before heading to the sink to wash them.

"Dad, nothing you do now can change the past—or what you did to Austin. But you can ask for his forgiveness, and hopefully, you guys will be able to move on from all of this," Dallas said as he rinsed the dishes.

"You're right. I'll go straight over there in the morning and see if he wants to talk to me."

"Great. Make sure you bring him gifts to welcome him back."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes," he said as he dried the dishes and packed them away.

"You can buy him some rainbow flags and get him a shirt that says, 'I'm gay and my dad loves me,'" Dallas said, leaning against the counter.

I could tell he was joking, because, according to the support groups I've been attending, not only would that be weird, but also wildly insensitive.

"I think you need to come to my support groups so you can be a little more open-minded."

"And you need to learn the meaning of sarcasm," Dallas said, tossing the dishcloth onto the counter before leaving the kitchen.

After my chat with Dallas, I got a few things done around the house that needed attention. Then I took a shower and went to bed.

Keyland POV

I was awoken by the sting of sunlight as it made its way through the blinds. I was still cuddled up to the hottest guy I've ever been with. I just watched him as his chest rose and fell.

Little did I know that would be the last time I'd get to see him like this.

When I think back to what he went through here, I realize how brave he truly is for coming back home.

He wakes up and yawns. I could see the marks I'd left all over his body.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I say between kisses.

"Morning yourself, Daddy," Austin replies in his thick southern accent. He knows exactly what that does to my anatomy.

"Oz, if you don't want me to tie you to this bed all morning and take you from every angle imaginable, I suggest you be quiet," I warn him.

Austin brings his fingers to his lips and pretends to zip them shut.

I get out of bed and start gathering my things. Just then, my phone starts playing: "You will remember me for centuries…"

I check the caller ID—it's my dad, calling to check up on me.

I answer. "Alpha Bennett, what do you want?" I ask flatly.

"Is that any way to greet your father? Eh, boy?" he replies.

I'm already pissed. He knows I hate when he calls me that.

"For God's sake, I'm 22, Dad," I say.

"Well, you'd better start acting your age. Twenty-two, you say? Then why don't you take some responsibility for your actions?" he growls through the phone.

"What are you talking about, old man?" I snap.

I know that ticks him off—he hates being reminded of his age.

"Boy, you left school without telling any of your guards. They've been searching for you. After 48 hours of nothing, they call me, saying my son is missing!" he yells.

"Dad, my boyfriend's mom died. I followed him home to support him," I say. I know my bodyguards must be frantic. It's their job to protect me, and I disappeared completely—left my tracker behind too.

It's not like I could bring a wolf from another pack onto these people's land. That would put everyone on edge. And my Alpha guards wouldn't have allowed me to enter unknown territory without them anyway.

"Son, if he's not your mate, I don't care. You've got better things to do—like actually look for your mate. Or is it that you don't want to be Alpha?"

I don't respond. I hate how every conversation turns into this. I beat my dad at everything, any time of the day—yet I'm still not allowed to be Alpha?

"I take your silence as agreement. I'll have the Alpha guards meet you outside their territory tomorrow to pick you up," he says.

I'm furious. I can't wait until I find my mate and dethrone him. I don't know who made up this stupid rule that you have to be mated to become Alpha.

Houston pov

Bones broke and flesh rearranged. After a few seconds, I transformed into a large black-and-white wolf with piercing blue eyes.

Right in front of me stood a large brown wolf, staring me down like he might attack at any moment. As I approached, he opened his huge jaws and bared his teeth, growling while I circled him.

The brown wolf lunged, aiming for my neck. I spun and flipped, dodging the attack. When he came at me again, I didn't give him the chance—I swiped at his front leg with my claws. A direct hit.

He winced in pain, and I used the opening to pin him to the ground.

"Do you surrender?" I asked.

"I do," the brown wolf answered.

I released him. He got up and shook himself off. He couldn't put weight on one foot—it was clearly injured.

I felt a little bad. "Does it hurt, punk?" I asked.

Denton chuckled.

"Uncle Houston, you're really something. You're so ruthless in battle, but so gentle outside of it," my nephew said.

"Denton, you're special. You really came close to defeating me," I told him.

"Stop the lies. I know I'm not your match—but thank you for agreeing to spar with me these past few months," he said sincerely.

"You're welcome, kiddo. And I'm not lying. I can take on most wolves in my human form. Only with your dad and Dallas have I ever needed to shift. So you're doing great," I reassured him.

He smiled. When I looked at him, I still saw the small, innocent kid—not the Alpha-to-be.

"Let's go patrol the border," I said.

His foot was still healing, but we finished our patrol. Afterward, we returned to camp and shifted back into our human forms.

Once we were dressed, we headed to the pack house.

"So, have you seen Austin yet?" I asked Denton.

"Yeah. He went to the cemetery to visit his mom's grave," he replied.

"I see," was all I could say. He must be hurting. I wasn't the best dad—I know that. But I want to try to be better.

That's why I have to do this. Not just for myself, but for Sidney. She would want us to talk.

Denton and I walked to the pack house, talking about fighting styles and attack patterns. He really had a gift.

We reached the house a little before sunset. A jeep was parked in the driveway. Sitting in the back, shirtless, was a Black man.

The first thought that came to my mind: He looks hot.

I didn't know who he was, but something about him pulled at me.

I told Denton to go ahead while I walked over to introduce myself.

For some reason, I was nervous—like I was fifteen again, asking out my first girl. Butterflies churned in my stomach. That never happens.

I stood to his left. He was texting on his phone.

"Seriously, what's with this generation and their phones?" I muttered.

I cleared my throat. "Howdy, partner. My name's Houston—I'm the pack trainer. I've never seen you around here. Where are you from, sonny?" I asked.

He slowly put down his phone. When he looked into my eyes, I was lost in his.

They were the color of maple. The wolf inside me stirred. Mate, it screamed.

The human in me froze—until he stood and walked up to me.

He was taller. I'm 6'1", but he had at least five inches on me.

He leaned in and studied me. Then he growled.

"Mate. Submit to me. Now!"

I could smell the pheromones coming off him. He wanted me. I felt my knees go weak. He gripped my waist with surprising strength.

All rational thought vanished. My wolf wanted to be mated—right now.

I was ready. I had waited long enough. I closed my eyes, ready for what was to come.

But then I remembered my wife. The woman I just buried three days ago. Her smile, her laughter, her touch—they were gone. But her love remained, and I couldn't just throw that away.

I mustered every bit of rational thought I had left and pushed my mate to the ground. Then I ran into the forest.

"I need time to process what's happening," I whispered to myself as I disappeared into the trees.

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