Alpha´s curvy bullied human mate Chapter 122: The End

Nathaniel

Months Later

"Roger, Rebecca!"

I saw my mate run over to greet my beta and his mate. They were holding their baby girl, who had been born a few months ago.

It was always a celebration when we were all reunited, especially when we had our children with us.

"Look, Landon! You've got someone else to play with!" my mate said happily, introducing everyone.

Luther, Luke, and Marianne's twins were full of energy, and now it looked like we had a kids' club. I could see them playing with their fathers, who were in their wolf form.

The little ones climbed on their parents' wolves like horses, and their laughter could be heard from afar.

My little Landon was also playing with them, thrilled to have cousins and two big wolves ready to spoil them with care. Michael kept an eye on them and laughed at their antics.

"They all look wonderful," Roger said, smiling, his eyes fixed on his little girl, the only girl so far.

"The children need to play..." my mate said and came over to me. We were always close; it was inevitable.

"Do you say that for me, my Luna?" I asked, kissing her on the cheek. Penelope looked at the others and explained.

"Nate doesn't let go of the child; he takes him everywhere. He's only a few months old, and he already knows the whole forest and practically everyone in the pack. The kid needs to be a kid, play with the others, not be a mini Alpha," she said, smiling, and they all laughed.

"It is never too early for Landon to learn how to be a real Alpha—good, kind, strong, and someone who knows his pack and his people," I explained, and she came closer to kiss me.

"Just like his daddy..." she told me affectionately, and I swear I melted.

It wasn't a lie; my little boy was very special. I already knew it, and for nothing in the world was I going to let him make the same mistakes his father, his grandfather, and surely several generations before him had made.

I could already feel his power, and the other children could feel it. They were all wolves, especially the twins, who were always near him when they played, protecting him.

Outside, sometimes we heard rumors of pack fights and that the fear Marco and the previous Crimson Fangs had sown was slowly dying out.

Penelope, Roger, and Rebecca had worked wonderfully to make the White Wolves a strong pack, and they were beginning to succeed.

Asher came infrequently, and Jeremiah gave us details of battles with Marco's remaining allies. Asher still couldn't find his mate, and the problems outside seemed... far away.

We were here in our little paradise, secure and protected, supported by the king... fear seemed to be a thing of the past.

It had cost us a lot to protect and rebuild. My grandmother told me that there were still problems in the council, but many recognized that Moonstone, with the support of the White Wolves, was the most powerful pack.

We were firm, confident, and knew how to fight. Naomi was a strong and relentless war chief. I used to go to Alpha meetings with Penelope and when the king invited us.

My Penelope had become famous as a human Alpha, practically the only woman with real power in this region and perhaps in all of them.

That gives us power, but we don't want to conquer anything else. We just want peace and for everyone to find what they want.

I wondered if my father and his father had imagined the pack like that. I wondered if they were disappointed that it wasn't powerful in its attack and had everyone under its control.

What I thought it meant to be an Alpha had also changed, and I hoped to live up to not their expectations but my own—those of my Penelope, my son, and the people I love.

We laughed for hours as the children played happily and talked about our quiet life. It was a truly happy place.

"What a day! It's so happy to have everyone together..." said Penelope, snuggling up next to me as we watched Beauty and the Beast for the umpteenth time.

Our home was everything we wanted it to be, and the doors were always open to everyone. I had my family, my pack, my son, and my darling. What more could I ask for?

I was always amazed that I really had her by my side, that it wasn't an illusion, that despite all the bad things that had happened, she was with me... my fated mate. My curvy girl. And she would always be, until the last of my days.

"I think my little Alpha is crying..." she said sleepily.

"Let me take care of him. I think my mom spoiled him too much, and now we have to suffer the consequences," I said, and she laughed.

"Nate!" she screamed as I carried her to our room and took off her robe, revealing her curves under her nightgown. My hands ran up her leg, driving me crazy.

"You are becoming more and more beautiful and seductive, my Luna... I swear to the Goddess that every time I think it's impossible... but no... I'm getting more and more crazy about you," I said, panting. She seemed to wake up completely and came closer to kiss me, leaving me in the clouds.

"It's said that the bond gets stronger with time..."

"I'm pretty sure that, bond or not... I would kill for a kiss from you..." I said, and she kissed my neck and whispered to me.

"What do you think if you manage to put our precious little Alpha to sleep? I could wait for you here to continue this," she said, running her hands over my chest and down my legs. I gasped.

"Oh yeah?"

"U-um... I want my mate so much... I don't think we'll sleep tonight..." she said, and I groaned.

"Aren't you tired, baby?" I asked. She shook her head. I kissed her and lay on top of her, squeezing her ass and listening to her soft moans.

"Damn... you really are my downfall..." I panted.

This woman drove me crazy. There was no one else for me. I could be dressed in anything, and I'd still be hard as a rock. Damn it!

Of course, she looks better with nothing on, under me, over me, her curves free for my pleasure.

To think that others said she wasn't enough... a poor human being, a fat loser. They mistreated her, humiliated her, and now she dominates everything. Even me, of course.

"I recommend you get some rest... you'll need it... my precious Luna," I said. I kissed the ring on her hand and felt her eyes on me, eating me with her gaze. It made Hunter grunt.

"Tell Hunter I love his growls..." she said, laughing. I had to take a breath to control myself and not throw myself at her like a madman.

I approached the little boy's room, my son no doubt waiting for me.

"You just wanted someone to come here, didn't you?" I asked him, and he stopped crying. I held him in my arms, and he calmed down.

"It seems my little wolf doesn't want to sleep..." I said, and he shook his head.

It was impressive how he looked exactly like her. He only had my eyes; the rest were Penelope's—her hair, and especially that smile I loved.

"Let's go for a walk...but don't tell Mom, she'll always say I'm hanging out with you and taking you places I shouldn't," I told him, and he shook his little hands and mumbled as if he wanted to tell me something.

I was walking through the pack at night, rocking him to sleep, when suddenly I had almost reached the forest and was taking him to the tree house, undoubtedly one of his favorite places.

"Landon...you have to go to sleep because a little one doesn't grow if he doesn't rest. Don't you want to have your wolf? To be big like your grandfather, your uncle Asher, or me?" I asked him.

When he saw the picture of our ceremony, he got excited. He started babbling, almost screaming, and I knew what he wanted.

"Okay, I'll tell you the story, but you have to promise me you're going to sleep," I said, and he'd clap his hands.

"All right... well... it all started years ago; let's say I met your mother a long time ago, but... the situation wasn't easy, and I..." I said, sighing, thinking about the past—those bad things I couldn't easily forgive myself.

"Let's start again. You'll forgive your father if I leave out the ugly parts. One day I'll tell you about them, I promise. Your old dad's mistakes and everything you don't, please don't do when you get your mate—the most special moment of your life," I said, and he looked at me thoughtfully.

"But for now... let's go with the happy moments, okay? Let's see... a while ago... I saw your beautiful mother in a restaurant, and I gave her my shirt because she needed it. She didn't look right, and Dad was very worried about it. Because... it wasn't right for her to look bad. Mom is too pretty to go out dressed badly, don't you think?" I said, and he smiled.

"Then I followed her to her house in the human town. That was when I met your twin uncles—before they even knew Aunt Marianne—and you could say... that's where it all began," I say softly, noticing his eyes are starting to close. Such a sweet boy.

"And I lost my mind the moment I saw her," I continue. "I know you’ll understand someday, because it's impossible not to love your mother. Yes, yes... I know how much you adore her... because she really is perfect," I say, rocking him gently in my arms.

"But after that night, I was convinced... she was the most beautiful, curvy girl I'd ever seen—the most beautiful girl in the entire world. A gorgeous, curvy girl meant for... a very stubborn Alpha." His eyelids droop, barely staying open.

"And I swore to the Goddess herself... that if she'd forgive me, I would cherish her... and love her madly. And I am happy to say... I did. I really did."

THE END

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