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The door to her parents' hut slams behind her.
"Good evening to you too, Chanmi-ah, dare I ask how the meeting went—"
"They won't listen to me, Appa!" She hasn't stopped moving even when entering the home, pacing the expanse of their living area back and forth until the walls and floor blend together in front of her eyes. "I have tried, tried so hard to please them. They don't respect me." Her blood feels fit to boil, the flush of rage spreading across her chest and up her neck, barely concealed under her furs. "I have bent my wills and pushed my limits way too close to the boundaries of this pack just to try and make them happy, but nothing's fucking working—"
"Watch your language when you're in your dam's presence." The former pack alpha's stern tone cuts through Chanmi's rant and she stumbles to a stop in front of her mother who is sat in her rocking chair, knitting needles paused over the half-complete blanket.
"Sorry, Eomma." Chanmi bows her head in shame and her mother offers her a reassuring, understanding smile back. "It's just…" Chanmi closes her eyes, tilts her chin to the ceiling and takes a breath in through her nose, tries to let the anger dissipate out with the exhale. When she opens her eyes, she turns back to try and meet her father's eye. "I wish you would sit in those meetings with me, Appa. Your support of me would help greatly."
Her father flicks over the page that he is reading from, doesn't look up from his book as if she is simply a small fly that he can ignore. "And how, pray tell, will they ever come to respect you as Pack Alpha if I am there to defend you at every beck and call?"
Chanmi grits her teeth, her hands ball into fists to withhold herself. "They respect your grandson more than they respect your daughter."
"That doesn't surprise me," he mutters and turns over the next page.
Chanmi spins on her heel back to her mother. Her lower lip wobbles and she has to force her nails to cut into her palms—crying won't help matters at all, it will only prove her father's point. "Eomma…"
Her mother's gaze is pitiful yet forgiving. "Go be with your mate, my moonlight. She needs you right now."
Chanmi can still hear them when she leaves after pressing a kiss to their cheeks—her father's begrudgingly—the hut made of mud and thatch not doing much to dampen their conversation.
"I knew she wasn't ready to take on the mantle—storming in here, ranting and raving like she's still a freshly-presented teenager."
"Our daughter is more than capable, you know that deep down. She just wants her sire's support, darling, is that too much to ask?"
Chanmi leaves the vicinity before she can be further hurt by her father's response.
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"My love, you're back."
Chanmi enters her own hut with much less fanfare than before, immediately calmed by the soothing pheromones of her little family—the sweetest peaches that have been mellowed out by the milky scent of their pup, underlain and rooted by Chanmi's own cedar.
Yongbok sits in the middle of their nest cross-legged; bare except for the fur that is draped over her shoulders, her bump small but prominent.
"How did it go?" She says carefully, her eyes round and filled with concern.
"It was—" Something's off. "Where's Seongwon?" Chanmi stiffens mid shrug-off of her pelt, her hackles raising as she realises their pup is not with them.
Yongbok's nose wrinkles and Chanmi winces, attempts to tamper down the overwhelming burnt ash that has suddenly overtaken the room. "Relax, my love. Hyunjin took him away earlier to stay with her and Minhee, Chaeyi wanted a sleepover." She puts down the twine that she is winding to give her mate her full attention. "Do you want me to go get him? If you want him with us—"
"No— No it's fine, it's probably for the best that he doesn't see me this irate."
She might start pacing again; her innate instincts to stalk and hunt as snippets from the hours spent—endured—being spoken over or down to, despite her seat at the table and the title she holds.
Yongbok kicks her legs out and raises on her knees, small hand cradling her stomach. "Come here, my moon."
Chanmi feels magnetised to her mate, one foot in front of the other until she gets close enough for Yongbok to reach out and clasp her hand in hers, to tug her gently into the nest. The bear pelt under her knees is soft to the touch and she all but melts into Yongbok's embrace. They sit knee to knee as Yongbok removes what remains of her outerwear, small hands smoothing over Chanmi's now bare shoulders.
"What happened today? Hyunjin said that Minhee seemed uptight but didn't say any more than that."
Minhee, Chanmi's right hand woman, the only other Alpha she trusts in this pack, was by her side the entire day—standing to the side of and slightly behind Chanmi's seat, on her feet all day but not straying for a second.
"They want—" A growl reverberates through Chanmi before she can finish her sentence, unable to get the words out without feeling the anger that never truly left rumble in her chest. Yongbok squeezes at Chanmi's nape with a comforting pressure—the only person her wolf will allow to do that—that makes Chanmi expose her neck when her mate traces delicate circles over the bite that sits just above her shoulder. "They are talking of Seongwon becoming Pack Alpha." Her jaw tightens, her words spoken through gritted teeth as her hands begin to shake. "They think that I am so unfit as Pack Alpha that they are wanting to groom our pup who is barely three journeys around the sun old to do it in my place. If they so much as touch a hair on his head, Yongbok-ah, honest to Goddess, I will—"
Yongbok tuts; she cups Chanmi's cheek. "Look at me, come back to me, my love." She smiles, her thumb caresses Chanmi's jaw, presses into it to force the muscle to relax. "This just won't do, huh?" Yongbok inches to the side and maneuvers Chanmi so she is now where Yongbok was before. She lets herself be pushed backwards until she's resting her back against their goose-feather pillows; stretches her legs out so that Yongbok can climb into her lap, right where her Luna belongs.
Chanmi thinks Yongbok might be the definition of 'a sight for sore eyes'. Golden locks cascading over her shoulders and down to her breasts, matching her golden eyes and golden freckles. Everything is golden; Chanmi's golden sun.
Yongbok takes Chanmi's hand in hers again and brings it to her chest, right over her heart, lets her feel her heartbeat. "You'll never let that happen, I know of it, as does Goddess herself. You are a wonderful Pack Alpha, you do so much for this pack and never in jest. But before that, and even moreso than that, you are the best sire for our boy and our yet to be." Yongbok slides their entwined hands down, between the valley of her chest until they rest over her stomach. "Best Appa for them, and best Alpha for me. We couldn't ask for anything more, my moon."
Chanmi brings their hands to her mouth, presses a kiss to the back of Yongbok's and places her other over the place they left. She rubs over the warm skin. "How have you been today, my sunlight? How has little one been treating you?"
"Not too tiresome," Yongbok says, twirls one of Chanmi's unruly curls around a finger, "I took Seongwon with me to the fields, let him run amuck." She laughs, it sounds like glorious sunlight. "Your son has quite the energy—had Jisu and Chaebin chasing after him for hours."
"That's my boy. I'm sorry I couldn't be there."
"Shh, I know what I signed up for when I set my eyes on the future head of the pack. It's okay, my love."
"Even so…" Chanmi's attention is drawn away from her mate's beautiful face to her breasts and she can't help it when she reaches up to cup one, her thumb brushing over her nipple to catch a beading of milk that threatens to drop—she is but an Alpha after all. "Are you full, my Luna?"
Yongbok smiles through a gasp. "Seongwon is weaning but my body seems to have not caught up yet, especially not with the little one's presence as well."
"Oh, you must be so uncomfortable, my sun." Chanmi frowns. She massages at her mate's breast, continues to thumb over her sore nipple until another drop oozes out. Her pupils dilate as a new wave of saccharine peaches washes over her, her cock underneath Yongbok's backside kicking with it, still trapped within her garments.
Yongbok's mouth drops open on a moan and she squeezes Chanmi's hand. "Will Alpha help me?"
"Yes, my darling. Let your Alpha take care of you."
Chanmi holds Yongbok by the waist and lifts her to kick down her clothing before scooting them back so that she is sitting more upright and can bend her knees for Yongbok to sit comfortably in her lap. She takes Yongbok by the chin and brings her down to kiss her, the slow pressing of their lips always feeling like coming home. Chanmi captures the soft hum that falls from Yongbok's mouth and swallows it down before trailing her lips down her neck and clavicles, wet kisses left in their wake.
The first taste is like nectar on her tongue—rich, decadent; peaches and cream and the evidence of the nurturing that Yongbok provides for their pups. Chanmi's lips wrap around the bud and suck, her eyes falling shut as the milk runs over her tongue and down her throat. Yongbok arches her back, pushes her chest out; her fingers tangle into Chanmi's curls and grip tight.
"That's it… Don't stop, my love."
Yongbok's slick cunt slips over Chanmi's now freed cock, grinding down on it as Chanmi drinks everything she's giving her. Her tongue laves over her nipple, coaxing out more and more of the sweet milk until she is adequately drained and can move onto the other. Yongbok lifts up on her knees and Chanmi helps her, one hand on her waist sliding down so that she can grab hold of her cock and allow her mate to sink back down onto it; the Luna on her Alpha's throne. Chanmi supports Yongbok's waist in her hands and aides in her riding, her thumbs sitting carefully over her bump as she continues to suckle at her breast—continues to gorge on the dessert that is her mate's milk.
When the last drop dribbles out, Chanmi releases the bud with a wet pop. Her forehead thunks onto Yongbok's sternum and she huffs into her cleavage, her hips thrusting up to meet Yongbok's undulations.
"My moon— Alpha— please…"
"Alpha has you, my sunlight."
Chanmi wraps her arms around Yongbok's torso and cradles her to her chest—one hand on the small of her back and the other coming up to thread into her hair, bringing her down so they can nestle into each others necks. Chanmi thrusts up into her when Yongbok's tired hips start to waver, and fixes her mouth over her mating bite, sucks and licks over it, her teeth slotting perfectly into the place they carved many moons ago. Her cock pulses as her knot expands, stretching Yongbok wide and feeling her flutter around it. Her small bump presses into Chanmi's abdomen.
"Oh, Goddess," Yongbok cries, shudders in Chanmi's hold as she climaxes; her sticky-sweet juices trickling out and around Chanmi's cock. When she latches onto Chanmi's neck and bites down with her needle-like Omega fangs, Chanmi groans—a guttural sound ripped straight from her chest, stars sparkling behind her eyes as her knot pops and she locks Yongbok in place, releasing deep inside of her. She continues to grind up into her mate, wringing a second climax out of Yongbok as ropes of seed coat her insides.
Chanmi loosens her hold and allows Yongbok to sit up, leaning back against Chanmi's bent legs, both being careful not to tug on where they are conjoined. The flush to her cheeks makes her freckles glow.
"Is my little one okay?" Chanmi asks, brushing the golden locks off of her mate's forehead and tucking it behind her ear.
Yongbok giggles. "Which one?"