Chapter 15

Berlin

I giggled at the sight as I slid into the large towncar, Osias ducking his large frame to sit down beside me.

A heavily pouting Ortiz was sitting on Corey's lap, arms crossed tightly across his chest and trying his hardest to look angry as Corey whispered in his ear. After realizing that the scary Beta was my brother Corey's mate, I was no longer scared of him. I knew my brother wouldn't let anyone hurt me.

I smiled at Corey, giving him a small wave as he shifted his attention to glare silently at Osias, no doubt being able to smell the fact that our bond was complete. He's always been a protective brother, along with Tyrus, despite the fact that we're the same age. They see me as the little brother, simply because I'm much, much smaller than them.

"To the airport." Osias instructed to the driver as we pulled away from the vacation house house. He didn't notice the death glares he was getting from across the car, instead staring down at some pack documents on his phone as he drew absentminded circles on my hip, the same hip that screamed in dull pain from last night's... Activities.

My legs squeezed together as I recalled last night, replaying the events in my head.

Osias rushed me to our room as fast as his legs could carry us - which was pretty fast considering how long they were - before I could even comprehend what he'd said.

Once we got to our room, I tried to be logical when I remembered we still had to pack since we were leaving in the morning, but I was silenced when his tongue teasingly flicked my sensitive nipple. After that, I'd accepted my fate.

The night flew past in a blur, a mess of limbs and sweat as Osias dominated my body all through the night. At one point, Osias mentioned something about doing a 'split on his dick', although he waved it off when I looked at him quizzically, not having a clue what that was. I don't know how he had so much stamina, bending me over every surface in the room as he pistoned in and out of me, his muscles flexing deliciously with each movement.

The one moment that stood out among the blur in my mind was the sharp snap of pain against my bottom as Osias bent me over the dresser. My bottom burned with pleasure, shocks of electricity shooting straight through me as he smacked it again. My toes curled and eyes bugging at the new sensation as I screamed and shuddered, breathing heavy as I released again for the umpteenth time that night.

Long story short, I found out that one, people really do spank during sex, and two, that I absolutely loved it.

I wiggled in my seat, catching my lip in my teeth as I escaped into my own little world, remembering the new feeling. Before long, we'd arrived at the airport, boarding the same small private jet that we'd arrived in.

Corey was about thirty paces ahead of us on the tarmac, calmly talking on the phone as Ortiz struggled to rip his hand from his Mate's. At one point, he even attempted a ninja chop on Corey's arm to try and get him to sever the connection between them. It really was a hilarious sight.

Ortiz collapsed in the seat across from me and Osias, Corey settling much more elegantly in the chair next to him. Ortiz had a thin sheen on sweat on his body, no doubt from struggling in Corey's vice-like grip during the entire trip to the airport.

It was a bit atypical, knowing that the Beta was definitely the submissive one in their relationship, but logically it made sense. Although Ortiz was a Beta, Corey was of Alpha blood, meaning that biologically, Corey was miles more dominant. It was simply written in our werewolf nature. The smaller of the two huffed indignantly, turning his body towards the window as he rested his forehead against the glass.

"Ortiz, who peed in your cornflakes this morning?" Osias's assistant Sam inquired as she boarded the plane, placing her carry-on in the overhead compartment while she looked over at the sulking Beta.

"Shut up, Sam. I'm trying to watch the clouds." Ortiz grumbled with a peeved tone, his eyes fixated on the window as he sunk further in his seat.

"But we haven't even left the ground yet." Sam replied, sitting in her own seat across the aisle from the four of us.

Ortiz's face gained a light shade of pink as he was exposed, although he attempted to hide it as he abruptly stood up, opening his mouth to say something insulting back, but Corey beat him to the punch.

"He is angry that I gave him a good morning kiss." Corey boomed. His voice has always been insanely deep since he hit puberty. On the occasion he did choose to speak, which wasn't horribly often, you could almost feel the floor around you vibrate with the bass of it.

Ortiz turned to the larger man in slow motion, his eyes wide with incredulousness as he looked at his mate who sat nonchalantly in his seat, thumbing through a thick book and not even bothering to look up at the smaller man.

"That is not that happened, you earthworm!"

Corey was - as usual - unaffected by the unusual insult thrown at him, simply uncrossing his legs and gently closed his book after placing a bookmark in it to save his place. He then shifted his gaze to look up at the unruly man in front of him.

"Oh? What happened then, sweetheart?" Corey asked, his tone gentle but his eyes intense as he stared at Ortiz unblinkingly.

"D-dont fucking call me that! I'm not sweet, that's Berlin's job!" He wiggled his fingers towards me as he said that, as if to emphasize his point. "And what actually happened was... well... you... you... you..." Ortiz stuttered as he became flustered, the gears in his head visibly stuck like someone'd thrown a wrench in them. It was obvious to everyone in the plane that he was trying to come up with some kind of lie to cover up Corey's truth.

After a few more moments of trying and failing to come up with a comeback, Corey made a small 'hm' sound in his throat. The silence in the air was almost palpable a he placed his book on the small tray table before standing to his full height and heading towards the private room in the back of the plane. When he reached the door, he turned his upper body back towards Ortiz, curling his finger in a silent gesture that said 'come'.

Ortiz froze for a moment before shaking and stomping his feet like a toddler that was just told he couldn't have ice cream for dinner. It lasted all of 10 seconds before he grumbled, sticking his hands deep into his jean pockets and murmuring,

"... I'll be right back."

They did not come right back.

|A FEW DAYS LATER|

I fingered the locket around my neck as I sat on the end of Osias and I's bed. Although I'd fully accepted Osias as my mate, I still couldn't bring myself to take the precious piece of jewelry off, or look at the contents inside. For some reason, a piece of my heart tugged when I thought about it, as if taking it off would somehow make Max vanish from my memory forever. I was grateful Osias never really questioned the ever-present piece of jewelry, probably just assuming it was some random necklace I was particularly fond of.

"BER!" I jumped, the locket slipping from my fingers at the loud voice and knock at the door of the Alpha wing. I stood up, quickly slipping my soft bunny slippers onto my bare feet as I shuffled down the hall towards the door, promptly pulling it open.

I was greeted by the sight of Brook, Hannah, and Callie, two of which almost tackled me to the ground the moment the door was opened wide enough to facilitate the assault. Callie lingered behind, calmly smiling at me and closing the door behind her.

"Are you ready to see more of our sexy hunk?!" Brook wiggled her eyebrows as she grinned, a hand coming up to squeeze my cheeks together so that my lips were puckered up like a fish.

"Are we hawing a mwovie night?" I asked, my constricted lips causing the words to come out weird. Brook giggled happily, releasing my cheeks and nodding enthusiastically.

"Of course we are, you thought I was kidding when I said we were gonna have one when we got back from the retreat?" She kicked off her shoes near the door before running into the living room area, plopping down on the ground. I followed her into the living room, Callie in tow closely behind me. Meanwhile, Hannah was busy rooting around Osias and I's small kitchen that was in the Alpha suite. There was a crash that made us all cringe, promptly followed up by an "I'm fine!" as she stuck her head around the corner that connected the kitchen to the living room.

"Uhh... where's your popcorn Ber?" Hannah asked. I didn't even ask what had just happened in there, honestly I didn't want to know.

"Top right cabinet." I replied, silently hoping that she didn't blow something up in the process of trying to use our microwave.

I settled in a spot in the corner of the couch, kicking off my slippers and pulling my fluffy, pink blanket up to my shoulders. Callie did the same, settling in the spot next to my feet and leaning back to get comfortable on the couch. Brook fiddled with the remote from her spot on the floor, squinting as she looked up at the TV as if she was a 60 year old woman who had never encountered technology.

"You guys should really get a bigger TV, I can barely see Jacob's V-line in this thing!" She complained as the movie began.

"You can't start it without me!" Hannah slid into the room in her socks as she heard the opening title, like she'd been summoned with a dog whistle. A few kernels of popcorn fell out of the huge bowl she'd put it in as she plopped down next to Callie on the couch.

"The TV is 50 inches, is that not big enough?" I questioned as Callie leaned up, flicking off the switch on the wall so that the living room was flooded in darkness.

"Oh Ber, there can always be more inches" Brook quipped, turning to wiggle her eyebrows at me. Hannah blanched, mumbling something about how nasty that was, but I was completely lost.

"Well, I guess I could ask Osias if we could upgrade the TV..." I trailed off, my suspicions that I'd misinterpreted Brook's statement confirmed as looked at me with an amused expression, her lips puckered as she muttered something about me being 'such a cute little innocent cinnamon roll.' I shrugged at her statement, still not understanding what exactly she meant by her initial statement but brushing it off.

My head swiveled as the sound of an opening door caught my attention, light flooding the hallway as a Osias walked out of his office he'd been cooped up in for the past few hours with a stack of paperwork the size of the Eiffel Tower. He stressfully pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, holding his reading glasses in one hand as he looked over at us.

"Hey, beautiful." he whispered after he approached me, his voice low as to not disturb the girls who were staring at the TV, lines of metaphorical drool dripping from their open mouths as they sat, entranced by the sight of the two men that they so adored.

I didn't think I'd ever understand their obsession with Twilight, but I loved being around them and the movie was entertaining enough.

Lips pressed gently against mine as Osias kissed me gently in an upside-down position, and I smiled against his slightly chapped ones. When we pulled away, I was greeted with the sight of three big pairs of eyes, staring at us with interest. I coughed awkwardly, pulling my blanket to just below my eyes, but Osias simply grinned his signature grin, threading his fingers through my hair gently as he stood behind me.

"You guys are so CUTE!" Hannah broke the silence, wiping away imaginary tears of happiness as if the sight of us kissing was the most monumental moment of the century.

"I call Godmother!" Brook piped in, holding up a finger like she was putting up a call card at an auction. My face flamed at the unexpected attention, and I shook my head, Osias chuckling at Brook's statement.

"I'm way too young to have a baby, Brook!" I exclaimed, my hands instinctively moving to lay across my stomach underneath the blanket. "and even if I was, my Daddy would probably claim Godmother and Godfather on top of being their Grandparent." I giggled at the thought, imagining how excited my smaller dad would be if he found out he was going to be a Granddad.

"We're not that young. Not by werewolf standards." Osias shrugged before leaning down close to whisper in my ear so that the girls couldn't hear. "we could go try right now if you want."

If possible, I flamed even more at Osias's ability to be so sexual. I thoroughly enjoyed the sex, don't get me wrong, but it would forever be embarrassing to talk about that stuff around other people.

I shook my head, Osias chuckling louder as he sensed my embarrassment at his lewd statement. "I was joking, baby. Besides, I have more work to get done before I take you out to dinner tonight." He sighed at the mention of doing more work, but smiled as he pressed a chaste kiss to my temple and reaching in his pocket to pull out his leather wallet. He fumbled with it for a moment before a dropping something lightweight into my lap. Looking down, I recognized that it was his black, no-limit platinum credit card.

Before I could question his actions, he simply said "pick out a better TV for your movie night and order it on Amazon or something." before turning on his heel and walking back into his office. My mouth formed a small 'o' as I realized he must have been able to hear our entire conversation in the living room. Alpha hearing never failed to amaze me.

"Bitch, you don't just have a mate, you have a damn sugar daddy!" Hannah exclaimed, quickly swiping the black card from my lap and whipping out her phone. I climbed over Callie's lap, snatching it back from her with a giggle before she could take a photo of the numbers on it.

"Order me a Tesla too while you're at it please and thank you!" Brook added, making all of us giggle. They were all so silly, and I loved it.

It was so nice finally having friends.