Third Person's POV Tristan turned around and saw his mate staring at him. The smaller Beta looked down and began dragging his toe through the dirt nervously, afraid to look at Cyrus. The larger Beta came closer, fingers gently gripping Tristan's chin, lifting his face, forcing the smaller Beta to look at Cyrus. When Tristan's eyes met Cyrus', he did the only thing he could think of, he flashed his pearly whites, "Hi!" Cyrus raised an eyebrow, somehow that reminded him of Brian. "Little mate-" "Hey, I'm not that little! Just because you're incredibly large, doesn't mean I'm little! I'm... Average!" Tristan said, folding his arms over his chest and grinning. Cyrus' lips tugged up and Tristan squeaked as he was suddenly lifted and crushed against a rock-hard chest. "You're cute!" Cyrus said as he buried his face in his mate's neck and took a deep breath in. Tristan melted in Cyrus' arms and his head dropped to his mate's neck. "We'll talk about that secret of yours later, b

Third Person's POV Harris has been asleep for a little over 24 hours and Atticus has been by his side the whole time. The room smells like ash, it seeps into the halls as Draven heats Atticus' body. The heat from Atticus' body warms their little Alpha, who is wrapped in his arms, flush against his chest. Atticus stares at his mate's face, memorizing every line, every curve, every beautiful perfect imperfection. The short stubble on Harris’ face and his lips that are not too small not too large, they're perfect! His nose is so cute and small, his eyebrows are perfect, and every hair is just right. His short dark brown hair is so thick and seems to have a slight curl. His skin has a beautiful natural tan that Atticus can't stop touching. The Alpha's fingers trail over Harris' shoulder and down his arm before gliding across his back. Atticus' eyes closed and he pressed his forehead against Harris'. Warmth radiates from his chest, and pressure rises inside Atticus as he passes so

Third Person's POV Atticus felt his mate fall asleep. His body became heavy against him, his limbs became limp, and each breath became heavy. Atticus pulled his body up, his elbow pressing into the bed as he propped his head on his hand. The larger Alpha looked at his mate, who had still not quite regained all of his energy and the sexual stimulation he gave Harris drained him quickly. In the beginning, Atticus kept them both naked for two reasons. One was because Draven could heat Atticus' body, and warm his mate who was plastered to his body, the other reason was Atticus had the ability to continue to heal Harris through skin-to-skin contact. He can transfer his strength to Harris that was lost from the critical wounds, and the loss of his people. So with them both naked, Atticus' naked body pressed against Harris', he was able to transfer his strength and energy to Harris and continue to heal and strengthen him. It would have taken Harris two weeks on his own to be 100%. But

Third Person's POV Harris stood in the sacred ceremonial cremation field. Because of the heat, and the fact that they didn't have enough cooler space, the cremation of the fallen started yesterday while Harris was still recovering his strength. Today he stands before the last 30 bodies and recites the sacred prayer over them and for the bodies done before them. His heart ached, and the cries of family and friends of the deceased tore Harris apart. It didn't help that no one blamed him. But He wanted them too, Harris felt he deserved their anger. As the young Alpha struggled with the last part of the sacred prayer, Atticus saw his mate struggling to hold it together and went to him. Atticus pulled Harris into his arms and kissed the side of his face before whispering, "I'm here love!" Atticus tried not to block the Alpha's face from the crowd as he pulled Harris against him, pushing the uppermost part of Harris’ body to the right, and exposing his face to the crowd. Harris

Third Person's POV Harris laughed as Atticus kissed him while carrying him up the stairs. It was an awkward kiss since Atticus was trying not to trip up the stairs while his tongue was shoved down his mate's throat. Harris' laugh abruptly stops and the air is pushed from his lungs when his back hits the wall, just next to their door. Harris is pressed against the wall, and Atticus grips and squeezes Harris' ass as the smaller Alpha threads his fingers through Atticus' hair, gripping his head while his Alpha devours his mouth. Atticus' tongue thrusts deeper into Harris' mouth and the smaller Alpha moans and thrusts his hips forward, pressing himself against Atticus and earning a deep growl low in his throat. As Atticus' tongue wraps around Harris’ tongue, he squeezes the smaller Alpha's ass, rocking Harris against his hard cock, and pressing it against the smaller Alpha's ass. Harris' breath hitched in his throat when he felt Atticus' hard cock pressing against his ass. Harri