Alpha's Human Mate - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

It had been almost a month since Gulf visited the little angel's grave to say thank you and to apologise for not being able to protect him. Each morning, Gulf would follow his routine of heading over to the river in Mew's territory, where he would gaze at the water and place a white rose upon its surface.
For the past two days, Gulf had felt a gentle touch on his cheek, as if the little boy were there with him, prompting him to ask the ultimate question.
"Will you please forgive me?" Gulf murmured softly as if speaking to someone seated beside him.
A few moments later, he felt a small breeze caress his cheek, as if it were saying goodbye. First came a gentle breeze, then a slightly stronger one, before returning to a soft whisper of air. In that instant, Gulf understood that the little boy was bidding farewell.
With their final goodbyes, Gulf smiled, stood up, and let the white rose drift into the river, watching it float away with the current, leaving him behind.
"Thank you, my little angel," he said, looking up at the sky and smiling.
Gulf then walked over to the pack house, where he was greeted by Mew, who stood in the clearing with a smile that made Gulf blush.
Once inside the pack house, Gulf quickly headed to their bedroom, locking himself in the bathroom. An hour later, Mew began to worry and marched towards the bathroom, banging on the door.
"Gulf, baby, are you okay?" Mew called, knocking a couple of times.
Gulf remained silent.
"Babe," Mew said again, knocking a few more times.
Still, Gulf did not respond.
"Gulf? Are you in there? Don't make me knock this door down," Mew said, his tone serious as he banged on the door.
"Jeez, can a man have some time alone in the bathroom without his mate banging on it like a maniac?" Gulf grumbled as he slowly exited the bathroom and made his way to their walk-in closet.
Mew remained silent, but followed Gulf quietly, observing his every movement, making Gulf feel self-conscious under the unwanted attention. He decided to ignore Mew as best as he could.
Gulf rifled through his clothes hanging beside Mew's home attire, moving slowly from left to right until he reached the end of the room, taking care to include Mew's clothes as he went. He approached the drawer at the end of the room to select his boxers. Knowing Mew's eyes were on him, he deliberately made a seductive move to provoke his mate.
As Gulf bent forward, Mew let out a low groan at the enticing view of his backside, enjoying the sight while standing in the doorway.
'I see, you're a kinky man, you perverted wolf,' Gulf thought to himself with a smirk.
He then slowly untied his bathrobe and smirked at Mew, who was trying his best not to shift as he leaned against the door frame.
'Let's see if you can keep up with me without giving in to the urge to touch,' Gulf mused, relaxing his expression into an innocent look as he moved toward the shirt section without retying his robe.
'What should I wear? Hmm, my shirt and shorts perhaps?' he contemplated, holding onto the sleeves of a shirt.
"Or... ah-ha, this one?" Gulf said quietly, pulling out a black singlet, feeling a little excited.
Mew snorted lightly at Gulf, who shot him a sidelong glare for his unnecessary behaviour. In response, Mew pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling.
'Well, singlets are his weakness; yes, a singlet it is, since I don't want to spend forever in the bathroom and have all my efforts go to waste,' Gulf thought to himself, nodding unconsciously in agreement before pulling the black singlet over his head.
He turned around and glanced at Mew, taking in the sight from head to toe while raising his left eyebrow as he approached his mate.
"Move," Gulf said in a bored tone.
"No," Mew replied, meeting Gulf's gaze.
"Move, I want to go out," Gulf insisted.
"No, not until you change into something more appropriate," Mew countered.
"This is appropriate enough; now move," Gulf said again, his tone becoming slightly more stern.
"No, I will not. I don't want you waltzing around the pack members half-naked like this," Mew said, firmly blocking the door.
"I'm not naked, Mew; I'm wearing clothes, as you can see," Gulf replied, gesturing to his body from his chest to his groin.
"You are practically inviting any unmated pack member to ogle and possibly approach you," Mew said, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
"Cute," Gulf said, attempting to gently push Mew aside, but Mew stood like a rock.
"I'm not playing, Gulf," Mew said again, leaning slightly into Gulf's touch.
"Neither am I, so move," Gulf replied, pulling his hands back and placing them on his hips.
"If you don't want to change, then I will do it for you," Mew declared, pushing Gulf back into the walk-in closet.
'Now let the show begin,' Gulf thought to himself as he smirked at Mew, who remained unaware of Gulf's true intentions.
"Here, use this," Mew said, thrusting a pair of knee-length shorts towards Gulf, who merely stared at the garment in his hands, as though it held the secrets of the universe.
"Here, use this," Mew repeated, his voice tinged with exasperation as he watched Gulf remain rooted to the spot, his expression an unreadable mask.
"Unbelievable. Okay, Gulf, my love, let's get you to wear these shorts, shall we?" Mew said with an exaggerated mock-seriousness, dropping to one knee before him, a cheeky grin plastered across his face as Gulf's mouth curled into an equally wide smile, completely entertained by the spectacle before him.
"You know~," Gulf purred lowly, his voice dripping with playful lust, an invitation that sent shivers down Mew's spine.
In an instant, Mew caught on to Gulf's intentions, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he tilted his head up and raised an eyebrow, the atmosphere crackling with unspoken desire.
"Want me to help your nong Gulf?" Mew teased, his voice sultry, as he caught the sight of Gulf's impressive reaction stirring beneath the fabric of his shorts.
Before Mew could even react, Gulf surged forward, seizing Mew and crashing their lips together in a fierce, passionate kiss. Mew melted into it, no longer a passive participant but an eager lover as he gripped Gulf's firm backside and lifted him effortlessly, placing him atop the clear drawer, the cool surface contrasting with their fiery heat.
Gulf wasted no time, fingers deftly unbuttoning Mew's shirt while their lips remained locked, a dance of fervour that left Mew gasping. "Oh Goddess, Gulf, you'll be the death of me," he exclaimed breathlessly, breaking their kiss for just a moment to discard his polo shirt before diving back to connect their lips, the urgency of their desires pushing them onward.
"Bed, Mew," Gulf panted urgently, pulling away for just a moment, their breaths mingling in the hot air before raw lust propelled them together again, crashing against the wall—a testament to their intense, undeniable passion.
In a surge of determination, Mew scooped Gulf into his arms and carried him towards the bed, the sight of Gulf's bouncy form as he tossed him onto the mattress igniting a blaze of desire within him. The implicit promise of what was to come was cut short when Kokliang burst into the room, gasping for breath.
"Gulf! Your parents are home and they are furious!" Kokliang exclaimed, eyes widening as he took in the sight of a breathless Mew and Gulf, both clearly caught in a moment thick with tension.
"Fucking hell, Kokliang! OUT!" Mew shouted, anger bubbling to the surface, his finger jabbing insistently towards the door as Kokliang stood there, frozen in shock.
"Urghh!" Gulf cried out, his body twisting as he buried his face into the pillow in a dramatic display of frustration.
"Fuck, sorry! I didn't know you two were... busy!" Kokliang stammered, still lingering in the doorway, his face a mask of embarrassment.
"OUT!" Mew roared, his patience thinning.
"Sorry!" Kokliang yelled as he finally turned and darted out, slamming the door behind him.
"Urghh, why now!" Gulf moaned into the pillow, fists pounding the soft fabric in exasperation.
"Mate?" Mew asked, his brow furrowing in confusion, caught between wanting to continue and not wanting to confront Gulf's ire.
"Don't you 'mate' me, you careless Mew! I thought you had locked the door!" Gulf shot back, his eyes blazing, yet softened slightly as he regarded Mew, who looked like a lost puppy, full of regret.
"I didn't spend an hour in the bathroom just to get myself ready only to miss out tonight!" Gulf murmured, storming towards their walk-in closet, drawing a chuckle from Mew, who shook his head, a smile creeping back to his lips.
'Ah, no wonder he was in there for an hour,' Mew thought to himself, bemusement flickering in his gaze.
"Don't look so stupid by smiling and shaking your head over nothing. I'm still mad at you," Gulf chastised as he hurriedly donned his shirt and pants, preparing to face the wrath of his parents.