“If you can step away from your mate, then I’ll be more inclined to take your advice.” Chi’s tone was clearly mocking.
“Touché,” Malek chuckled.
Alfie turned his neck and saw that Malek didn’t step away from his brother, and that made him smile, or maybe it was just being around Malachi making him happy. It certainly made him more comfortable burrowing into the man’s chest.
Chi lowered both of them into a seat, and Alfie groaned when he realised he was straddling the man like he was about to ride him. Before he could make the move to get off Malachi, another man walked in. He was just as tall and broad as Malachi and Malek, but a little older—although not by much.
“Son, I know you just found your mate, but is it really appropriate to be doing this in front of your nephew? I don’t think he needs a lesson in what happens between mated couples.”
Chi chuckled and lifted Alfie, turning him around like he weighed nothing.
And wasn’t that just hot?Fuck!It gave Alfie ideas on the way the man could manhandle him.
His very explicit thoughts were interrupted when Malachi placed a kiss on the back of his neck. It was like a feather across his skin with how it tingled and made him shiver.
“Babe.” Chi kissed his neck again, and he barely stopped himself from letting out a moan. “These are my parents, Cameron and Maxim Whitfell.”
Alfie shyly waved at Malachi’s smiling parents.
“Welcome to the family son,” The taller of the two men said. “I’m Maxim, and this is my mate, Cam.” He placed a kiss on the slimmer dark-haired man who had been holding Mason.
Alfie twisted his body so he could look at Malachi. “These are your parents?” Alfie blurted, “They don’t look old enough to… to…”
“Thank you, Alfie, that’s so nice of you to say. But trust me, we are older than we look,” the dad introduced as Cameron said.
Alfie smiled at him. He couldn’t help it. The two of them looked so happy to see him. It should have been super weird, but his life had become the definition of the word.
“How old are you?” Alfie asked Malachi.
Axel’s laughter had him looking over at his brother. Malek and Axel had taken a seat across from them, and his brother was also on Malek’s lap, so Alfie didn’t feel so awkward—especially since he didn’t feel like getting a seat of his own.
His shook his head and tried to focus, his brow scrunched up as he tried to remember if he’d been told Malachi’s age already.
“Yeah, Malachi, why don’t you tell Alfie how old you are?” Axel’s voice was filled with mirth, and his brother had a wide grin on his face.
When he looked at Malachi again he, too, had a smile on his face. What was he missing?
“You could have told him.” Malachi rolled his eyes at Axel before meeting his gaze.
“You know how my papa said he was older than he looked. Well, he wasn’t exaggerating.” Malachi held his gaze, and his arms around Alfie tightened like he was worried he would bolt. “Baby, I will be seventy-three this year.”
Alfie heard the words coming out of his mate’s mouth, but they didn’t quite compute.
He smiled and shoved Malachi playfully. “No, really, how old are you?”
The sound of his brother laughing hysterically was the only sound in the room. Alfie looked around and saw that everyone else looked serious.
When his eyes met Chi’s again, there was a worried look in his eyes. Alfie stopped smiling.
“You’re really seventy-two?” He probably looked like an idiot with the way his mouth opened and closed a couple of times.
“You don’t look a day over twenty-five, thirty maybe,” Alfie sputtered. “How?”
“Remember the whole me turning into a wolf thing,” Malachi spoke slowly. Alfie nodded. “We don’t age like normal people.” Malachi held his gaze. “My parents…” he paused and swallowed before continuing, “are over a hundred.”
“We’re very well-preserved,” Maxim said, with a chuckle.
“Don’t tease, love,” Cameron chimed in.
