I was hoping, when I mated with Alpha, that he would have a bigger house than he does. Two bedrooms, one bathroom. Who even has a house that small to sell? Where is the pack going to sleep, the Omega's and Beta's and all that? The Moon-Goddess-damn cellar? What a joke.
He makes up for it, with all the great sex, at least. But I know better than to rely on his pleasure.
He thinks I enjoy the sunlight or whatever, anything to make him believe. But I'd be so tan if I spent my time in the sun, and that's not a good look for a Luna. No, I spend my time practicing bossing around the immature little brat who dared to even stay in the pack after his mate died. And he's a whore for it, too. Loves the insults. And when he fights back, that's when my mama's spare bedroom comes in handy.
"Fuck, Luna..." he moans. The bed creaks and strains under our weight, but I'm relentless when I bounce him.
"Shut it, mutt," I snap sharply. If my mama heard the bed, it's either me and my mate or my brother and his. But if she hears my Beta calling a Luna...
He grunts in acknowledgement, squeezing his eyes shut. He could have nodded, I want him silent, but whatever.
Suddenly, there's a knock. I put my fingers in my Beta's mouth to shut him up and answer.
"Who's there?" I'm not worried that it's Alpha. He works all day and most of the night to get out of that tiny house he calls home.
"It's just an Omeg-" I cut her off right there. I don't have any patience for long conversations. I'm busy!
"What do you want?" I snap.
"You've been requested to go eat now, and Alpha... needs you." I freeze. She knows now.
"Come in, brat." The door opens. She alerts her eyes and quickly closes the door. "You know nothing, or I will slit your throat." She nods.
"It's not uncommon... I can keep your secret." She mumbles, now staring openly. My Beta looks at her with a stupid grin that I wipe off his face by grinding down on him. Her eyes widen as he moans. "May I... watch?"
"What are your duties?" I ask, though I'm not debating it. If she has a single thing to do, it's not happening.
"This was my last," she says softly.
"Fine." And I bounce on my Beta, now with an audience.