I did not plan for this chapter to be this long, but anyway, here we are and ya'll probably ain't complaining.

There will be sexxxxy stuff in this chapter too (because it's chapter 32 and to me, these two have been having this ~tension~ for god knows how long and they have stuff to make up for)

Anyways, same as last, stars (✨)as a warning if it ain't your thing- but there's still plenty to read if it isn't

See you at the end of the chapter.

(Oh, and this is 19 pages, so... almost a triple chapter)

***

"Love,"

I groan at the sound, squeezing my eyes shut and throwing my arm over my eyes. "Just another five minutes please,"

Allen chuckled from beside me. "I'm sorry, Love, I've let you sleep for as long as I possibly could. I've even picked out some clothes for you- there in the bathroom. If you want, you can go have a quick shower, and then head downstairs for breakfast. I'm making oatmeal pancakes,"

I moved my arm away from my face, forcing one eye open. "You picked out clothes for me?"

He smiled, running the back of his hand over my cheek. "Yes. You're free to wear something else, obviously, but then you'll have to get going and pick something out,"

With a groan, I turned back around, burying my face in the pillows. "Fine, I'll wear what you picked out- just another few minutes is all I'm asking," I mumbled.

"Alright- but if you're you're not down in 20 minutes, I'll come up here and drag you downstairs," he placed a quick kiss on my hair. I hummed in response.

Allen had shooed us off to bed early last night, saying how I 'needed my sleep'- but in reality, as soon as we got to bed, he'd been more busy asking me questions and pulling me closer all the time, when he thought I wasn't really paying attention. When I'd finally had enough and told him that if he wanted to cuddle, then he could just ask, he blushed beet red and decided that that was the time for us to go to sleep- at 2 AM.

With a pathetic cry for help, I rolled out of Allen's bed, the sheets tangled in my legs. Slowly, I managed to untangle them, and limb to the bathroom, feeling around me so I wouldn't have to open my eyes to the bright light. Monday mornings...

I finally managed to find my way into the shower stall, turning on the water. I screeched like a damn banshee when the ice-cold water hit me the next second. What psychopath bathes in cold water?

Oh right, my psychopath.

I forced my eye open, looking through the different shampoos and body washes Allen kept in here. My eyes narrowed again when I found a bottle of my usual shampoo on the shower shelf. Unopened. He'd placed it there for me. Fortune telling bastard.

I washed quickly to wash my hair and then spent a minute sniffing through Allen's body washes. I reached for one of the bottles on the top shelf, and picked it up, taking a whiff. Allen. A small smile spread on my lips. I squeezed some of it into my hands, rubbing it under my arms, around my neck, and over my chest, stomach, and legs. He may as well have been right here in the shower with me.

A blush spread on my cheeks at the thought of any situation Allen and I could find ourselves in when in the shower together. I clenched my legs.

I washed the soap off, and jumped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my hair and body. After I'd dried off, I glanced at the stack of clothes placed at the far end of the sink, furthest away from the shower stall.

With my eyes narrowed in suspicion, I picked up the underwear, placed on top of the pile, my eyes widening in surprise. It was a completely plain set- a pair of black cotton panties, and a matching wireless cotton bra.

I put both on, and then pulled on a pair of socks -a plain white pair- and a pair of new, black jeans. And at the very bottom of the pile, was a blue, v-neck t-shirt. What is it with that man and me and blue?

Quickly, I ripped a brush through my hair, gritting my teeth in pain, and throwing the towels I'd used in the hamper, and basically running out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

Allen turned around with a smile and shake of his head when I finally reached the kitchen, throwing myself onto one of the stools in front of the kitchen island. He sent me a quick wink and placed a plate of pancakes, topped with whipped cream, berries, and jam, in front of me. "Bon appetit, my Love,"

I grinned up at him, and dug in, my eyes closing when the pancakes hit my tastebuds. So good. When I opened my eyes again, Allen was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching me, a small smile playing on his lips. I forced the food down my throat. "What?"

He shook his head. "It's a wolf thing. I like watching you eat. It's... reassuring, somehow. I can't explain it,"

I pursued my lips and nodded. "And I like eating- it's a win-win situation," I took another bite. I furrowed my brows. "A few weeks ago, you said you didn't really like to cook... why are you doing it, then? I mean, I know you can afford a cook,"

Allen shrugged. "I like it... now. Cooking for you. Providing for you, taking care of you. It's nice and calming. And... in a weird possessiveness way, I like watching you eat the food I provided for you," he smiled.

"That's weird, you know that, right? Like, really weird,"

He grinned and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "I know. I need to make a quick call, so if you just eat- after we've both finished up, I'll drive you to school,"

I nodded, my mouth full of food, and he turned around and walked out of the kitchen, into the hallway. I stabbed a strawberry with my fork, and almost moaned at the taste. The sound brought me back to last night. My thighs clenched automatically.

It had felt good. Really good. Better than I'd ever thought anything could feel, really. And I wanted to do it again. And again. And again. I felt my cheeks heating at the thought of that conversation. Hey Allen, you know that thing where you touched the spot between my legs and kept doing it until it felt good? Could you do that again?

I shook my head. It would be humiliating. I'd quite literally die. I kept chewing my pancakes. Then, the thought hit me, probably making me white as a sheet.

If he had done... that to me, did he want me to do something... for him?

I'd obviously heard about all that. At school, and in movies. I remembered in the 8th grade when a girl in my class had been heartbroken for almost a month because her boyfriend had broken up with her after she'd told him she didn't want to give him a blowjob. I took a deep breath.

Would Allen want me to do that? Does he want me to do it? Do I have to? I bit my lip. Can he force me? I mean, he can, but... can I say no? How am I going to say no? Is he going to be mad at me if I do?

I took another bite out of my pancakes, furrowing my brows.

On one side, he's never made me do anything I didn't want to before.

On the other side... we've never done... what we did last night before either. Since he made me... am I supposed to make him...? I want to make him happy, but I don't want to... give him a blowjob. I wrinkled my nose at the thought. The image of having his... thing in my mouth was quite literally making me nauseous.

I kept eating in silence, staring ahead. Before I knew it, there was nothing more left on my plate, and I put my fork and knife down on the plate, my back straightening when I heard Allen behind me. My mouth was faster than my brain. "Allen, I have to ask you something,"

He stopped in his tracks, throwing a quick glance at the watch around his wrist. "Sure, Love, but we need to get going- otherwise, we'll both be late," he smiled and gestured out of the kitchen into the hallway with his head. I followed silently, throwing a denim jacket over my shoulders, and following him to the garage.

I got into the passenger seat, and Allen started the car, backing out of the garage. "Alright, Love- what's your question?"

I bit my lip, looking down. My cheeks became hot, undoubtedly turning scarlet. "It's a little..." I sighed.

Allen stayed quiet, throwing a quick glance at me. I took a deep breath. "Allen, what we did last night..." I trailed off, my mouth going dry, the words disappearing from my brain.

"Yes?"

I closed my eyes, silently praying that the ground would swallow me whole in that minute. "You don't want me to do anything like that... for you, do you?" I whispered, my cheeks burning like fire. Oh god why me.

He chuckled beside me. "No, Love. Not unless you want to. What we did last night, I did it to pleasure you. You really didn't think that I'd start demanding sexual favors from you, did you?"

I shrugged. "No... yes... I don't know. I knew you wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to, but I was unsure since you had done something... to... for me... if I had to do something in return... I don't know, I don't know how any of this works."

He smiled, placing his hand on top of mine, braiding our fingers. "Don't worry about it, please. If there's anything I need in that department, I can handle it myself," he chuckled, giving my hand a squeeze.

I ripped my hand away immediately. "ALLEN YOU PERVERT! That's disgusting!" I slapped his hand away, a laugh leaving him as I did.

He managed to hold back his laughter. "Sorry, I had to," I narrowed my eyes at him, and he grinned back widely.

"I hate you."

Allen smiled cheerfully, reaching out to turn up the radio. "I love you too."

I rolled my eyes, looking out of the window, grinding my teeth when he once again wrapped his hand around mine. With a deep breath, I ignored it and gave his hand a quick squeeze. He squeezed back.

"You said you'd be late to something, what is it you'll be late to? Like a meeting or something?"

He chuckled beside me. "No, worse- my parents' house. I'm going to talk to my dad, about all of the Alpha stuff and all that, what decisions to make, laws to approve, so on and so forth. The first thing on my schedule today is to get sex ED on the curriculum. College," he shook his head.

My heart stopped. "Are you going to tell him?! About last night?!" I was almost screaming.

"Are you insane? Of course not. First off, I'm not one to kiss and tell, and if I was, my father would be the last person I'd tell," he wrinkled his nose. "If he were to ask, I'd just tell him that I'd simply been asking you about your school experience,"

I nodded, my heart slowing down immediately. "Alright," I thought of the words he'd said before for a minute. "But why is your dad making the decision with you? I mean, you're the Alpha. I didn't think you needed his approval?"

He sighed. "I am the Alpha. But... mostly on paper. I hadn't even finished college when I officially became Alpha, and I'm still learning. He's helping and guiding me. I'm doing my best to make the right decisions on my own, but occasionally I need a bit of help- if there's something I haven't tried doing before, if I have to read through a law proposal for loopholes, or if I'm simply having doubts about what to do and what the consequences of something are. It would be the exact same if we ever had a child. A parents job is to help and guide, and that definitely applies to Alphas as well,"

I stayed quiet for a minute. I haven't even thought about that. "Love, is everything alright?"

I sucked in a breath. "Yeah, Yeah. I just... I haven't really thought about it like that. When we have kids, our first... my first child is going to be a freaking Alpha," I pressed my lips together for a second. "I don't know, the thought is just a little... I shrugged, staring ahead of me, taking a deep breath. Silence followed. I furrowed my brows, turning my head. "I'm kind of having an existential crisis here, could you please say something?"

He was smiling, his teeth showing. "You said when."

"What?"

He took a deep breath, the stupid smile not leaving his face. "You said 'when we have kids' not if,"

I rolled my eyes. "I... it's way too early for this conversation. Just no. And if you think there's gonna be babies any time soon, you're dead fucking wrong, mister,"

He seemed to ignore my words and looked ahead, the widest grin on his face, biting his lip. He still hadn't let go of my hand, and after a minute of silence, he began rubbing his thumb over my hand, and I couldn't help the smile tugging at the corner of my lip. Allen.

Soon enough, we'd reached the school, and Allen reached over me, opening the door for me. "Have a nice day... learn stuff..." he trailed off, his arm still reached over me.

"Can I... can I get out or...?" I raised my eyebrow.

He smiled, just a little, and let out a short laugh. "I was just wondering... if I could have a goodbye kiss?" he looked into my eyes, his brown orbs almost swirling like hot chocolate. He's using the puppy eyes against me, that bastard.

I rolled my eyes, leaned over, placed a quick, stolen kiss on his lips, and then almost ran out of the car, shoving past his arm and pulling my backpack over my shoulder as I got out. When I looked back, he sent me a quick wink, and then turned his face the other way, driving out of the parking lot.

I shook my head as he drove off, walking up the stairs into the school building. I headed around the corner for my locker, ninja-moving around a very much pregnant guy, finally reaching my locker. I opened it up and pulled out my math book, quickly flipping through the pages the teacher had said we'd be working on for the next few weeks.

With a sigh, I slammed my locker shut, heading off for my math class. It was the only class I shared with Cameron. Or well, PE too, but I don't think that you can really call PE a 'class'- it's more... torture.

When I got into the classroom, they were already sitting by a table way in the back. I smiled, but they were too busy with their phone. I headed down beside them, plopping down in my seat. "Hope you don't mind,"

They finally laid aside the phone, a grin spreading on their face. "Hi there, you had a nice weekend?"

My heart skipped a beat before I composed myself. "Yeah, I had a sleepover at Ember's house, and Allen took me out on a date, and... yeah, it was good. You?"

They nodded. "Well, I've spent my weekend getting pounded against every possible surface in my house, so yeah, pretty great," they chuckled, throwing their head back when my cheeks heated. "You're a little too sensitive, Paige, sorry to say,"

I half-smiled, shrugging. They shook their head. "What can I say, Riley knows their way around the bedroom... and the living room, and the kitchen, and the bathroom, and the hallway... even the stairway once," they grinned.

I couldn't help narrow my eyes. "You guys... had sex in a stairway, where anyone in your apartment building could've caught you... in the act? Wasn't that... horrifying?" I scrunched my nose.

They nodded. "Yeah, but honestly, when you're having the time of your life, getting fucked against the postboxes, you don't give a shit when Mrs. Ferro comes down to throw out some trash," then winked. "That old snob hasn't looked me nor Riley in the eyes since that," another chuckle left them.

I shook my head. "You're crazy, and a bit of a perv,"

"You call it perv. I call it 'extremely high sex drive'," they mused, just as our math teacher entered the room. Imiidatly picking up the whiteboard marker and drawing a bowed, weird-ass line. Kill me now.

***

I sighed in relief when the teacher dismissed class five minutes early, and picked up my backpack. My brows furrowed. "Hey, Cam?" I looked over my shoulder, to Cameron who was fishing a lollypop out of their backpack.

"Yeah? You want one?" They held out a lollypop for me, which I took.

"Thanks. But... I'm curious. Is homework non-existent here or am I somehow missing it?"

They chuckled, pulling the wrapper off the lolly in one swift movement. "Nope- you ain't missing a thing. It's a 'mate-school'. Intended for the mates of wolves," we walked out of the doors together, and they pointed down the hallway, at a group of four girls and the guy I'd bumped into early standing together- all of them looking very pregnant. "You see that?"

I nodded.

"Yeah. Let's be honest, the wolfie doggo people love us, no doubt about it, but they also love knocking us up or getting knocked up by us. Also, generally, our job, in a good old hetero-normative, patriarchal fashion, is to be stay at home pappas and mommas and whatnot, and take care of the house. You can't very well do that with a 20-page essay due the next day, can ya?"

I shrugged. "Guess not,"

"Exactly. Also, we spend six-seven ish hours here every day, and if we have to have a, you know, life, we can't get two hours of homework for every subject every day. It'll fuck our heads up before you can say 'assignment'," they shuddered. "Exams ain't a thing either. It used to be, but according to the story, they had a problem with too many people going into labor and shit because of stress," they let out a chuckle.

I nodded silently, waiting while Cameron stuffed their stuff into their locker, throwing the locker door shut. "Let's go eat- I'm starving. Didn't get breakfast this morning- only dessert," they winked at me. I rolled my eyes.

They wrapped their arms around my shoulders as we escorted each other to the cafeteria, heading for 'our' usual table, where Ember was already waiting, her brows furrowed, mouth stern. I took a seat next to her. "Is anything wrong?"

"Dylan that dick hasn't been answering me. I've sent that fucker 12 memes already, but do I get a reply? No. Not even a single fucking laughing emoji- that fucker," she slammed her phone down at the table, her bottom lip jutting out.

She shook her head. "Nevermind, he's probably just having one of his weekend bae-cations with Blair,"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Every few months, Dylan and Blair get all handsy hands with each other and can't help humping their hips against one another, so to get it all out of their system, they do a prolonged weekend to finish the deed so both of them can get back to work. He didn't come to school Friday, and he hasn't been answering me all weekend, so I guess they're just having the time of their life. Usually, he can find time during the water breaks to reply but, no," she shook her head, rolling her eyes.

I suppressed a groan. Why is everyone around me suddenly talking about nothing but sex? Is this some cruel universal joke? Hidden camera? Something? Did they know? My mind went back to last night, the feeling... my stomach knotted together again at the memory, that wonderful, tight taught at the bottom of my belly at the thought. I clenched my legs.

She sighed. "Not that I blame him though- I'd probably spend a good amount of time dancing in the sheets with Stella if she didn't think that I absolutely need my high school diploma,"

I raised my eyebrow. "So if Stella didn't force you to, you wouldn't be finishing high school?"

Ember shook her head. "Nah. I'm an artist- this book-history-mathy crap... I have no real use for it. It doesn't... " she shrugged. "Speak to me,"

"Fair enough," I sent her a smile and looked