As soon as he is an inch away from me I draw him into my arms cuddling the upset pup to my chest. “He did excellently did he not?” I peer up at Deimos who nods with a wide grin on his face. He is happy that his male succeeds in whatever he begins.
“A few more times and then we shall head to sleep,” Deimos states as I nod in agreement and hand him over to his father to restart the process. We do this every night before slumber, our everyday routine. This way Kal practices and gets better with time surpassing all the others who are of his age. He must always be superior. Always.
We were up early the next day finishing up with the final preparations for Kal’s party, the garden was attractively decorated with balloons, streamers, confetti and lights. Deimos wished to make it as fascinating as possible for the little one. Several of my females cooked their unique specialities which I directed to be placed on the pack table for all to share.
“Deimos. Can you assist me with the zipper?” I call out to him from the bathroom my voice reverberating across the marble walls whilst I swiftly hook on my earrings. We consumed so much time with the arrangement that dressing grew to become the least of our concerns.
“He does not wish to wear the shirt. Shall I perhaps put him in a onesie?” Deimos sighs deeply whilst paying heed to my call sauntering behind me, his knuckle grazes my skin affectionately sliding up my flesh whilst he binds my dress. A soft kiss he places to the nape of my neck with admiration of me.
“It is his birthday, my male. He must be presentable for wolves are coming to him, and shall be receiving him for the first time. Like your brother and Theia.”
“I understand. I am aware of it, yet how can I coerce him? We mustn’t upset him on his birthday.” He shows me his palms in surrender not wishing to further discuss this. Kal detests wearing clothes, he prefers to be bare. To be free and wild just like his father teaches him to.
“I shall do it then. You need to get dressed.” I murmur turning around to discover his shirt that Kal dirtied whilst consuming breakfast perched upon Deimos’s lap this morning. “How do I look?”
Luminous emeralds meet mine with a delicateness, he smiles fondly leaning down to gift me with a kiss that lingers upon my lips despite his departure. “You look beautiful.”
I beam up at him to his charming words filled with my adoration of his existence, my palms gently propel him towards the closet urging him to get groomed whilst he tries to escape my bounds to feast on and compliment my appearance. “Go get dressed.” I chuckle attempting to hide the burn of my cheeks to his mischievousness.
I trudge towards where Kal sits patiently awaiting my tender wrath. His eyes wrap around my flesh following my every movement towards him. He knows what is coming, he is preparing to fight. I pick up the shirt and capture his hands in mine, he is swift to sink his teeth into my flesh. His teeth have begun to grow prominently and he uses them to win situations.
My lips curl to deliver a flash of canine at his antics, a portray of dominance on whom holds the power here. “That won’t work on me, Kal.” My voice is strong and relentless striking down his aggression.
I swiftly push the shirt down his flesh as he begins to wail, his body unable to contain his cries as he falls backwards onto the bed. Despite his piercing screeches, I push the small pair of pants up his flailing legs and fasten them tightly around his waist. This seems to be an everyday struggle for Deimos and me for Kal never wishes to wear something nice.
Deimos wanders out of the bathroom freshly shaved as my eyes widen to his appearance. “What?” He asks playfully sheepish to my stare.
“You shaved,” I murmur picking up the little one placing him on my hip, I pat his back whilst gently swaying him to calm his cries.
“Yes.” He smiles a smile that reaches his eyes. A true smile.
“You mirror the same as the first time I met you at that meeting,” I mumble reminiscing on the day he marched into that meeting hall oozing power and dominance. Deimos hadn’t shaved in a year, he trimmed his beard but never shaved.
“It is a new beginning, Lumina.” He states as Kal’s cries turn to heavy hiccups, he leans forward arms seeking the comfort of his father’s. Deimos is quick to take him away hugging him to his chest whilst his male snuggles placing his nose into his father’s neck calming after inhaling his scent.
“It truly is,” I reply taking his hand that he offers me.
“All set?” He questions peering down at me. I give him a curt nod as he guides us down the stairs of the castle.
“Are you excited your brother shall come today?”
“Very much. I miss him often. He said he wouldn’t miss any of Kal’s birthdays for he is his nephew. He wishes to be there in his life. But the distance makes it harder on us.” He declares the truth I was unaware of.
“Perhaps they could come to visit us every few months, it would be nice to spend time with Theia as well.” I bring forth a solution that could aid us, this way Kal would recognize their scents and bond with them further.
“You two have rather become close now, have you not? I hear you often on the phone with her. I am happy for Theia did not possess many friends growing up. She had a small group whom she trusted but not that many.”
“I did not know that. Why so?” I question smiling greeting wolves on the way. Their hands are full of presents and food as they run around the castle striving to put them in their allocated places.
“She was quite mature among others and she was envied for how she looked, still is I suppose. Females disliked her for it. Growing up she spent most of her time with Cronus and me.” He replies. I register the truth he spilt, I understand this for I was in a similar position when she spent time with Deimos. I envied the beauty she possessed but I did not know it came at a price. Loneliness. She does not speak much of her past to me as though she wished to bury it.
“Alpha. Luna.” Ragon welcomes us with a curt bow as we step into the vast garden, it is truly a magnificent place to be at. It possesses so much power that it added freshness to our home overnight.
“Look who’s finally here.” I perk up to Cronus’s voice as I swiftly turn towards the source to find him leaning upon a tree bark arms folded across his chest. His eyes meet mine first in greeting and then shifts to find my males. To me, this male represents a lone wolf, content and free. Sometimes he does not seem like an Alpha to me at all, the way he carries himself is so easygoing and friendly bare of his status that one could disregard his true essence.