Cato
Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.
That’s all my alpha has said since we met Hestia. It’s a constant refrain in my mind, the backdrop to everything I do.
Mateis the only clear thing I’ve ever heard him say, likely because we’re finally on the same wavelength since I’m thinking the same thing. I want to bite and bond and care for and cherish our omega.
I can hardly focus on anything that doesn’t involve Hestia. Even in the field, I’m thinking about how doing a good job will make her happy. I know how much she cares about helping others.
I enjoy helping people too, and it always felt like a good balance to the aggression I dealt out. Except now, everything revolves around my pet, and I don’t feel the need to fight anymore or the desire to sleep with anyone but her.
I know my packmates feel the same, even if we haven’t discussed it. We’re still blocking our thoughts about Hestia in the bond, which is foolish at this point, but who doesn’t love a little self-denial.
It’s obvious Hestia wants us just as much as we want her, and my omega deserves to get whatever she wants. But she’s a good girl, and I know she’s too nervous to break the rules on her own without a little motivation and encouragement
As the cleverest among my packmates, I took it upon myself to come up with a way we can be together without getting fired. And it starts with convincing them to grab our omega by the hips.
Hestia is safely tucked in for the night, so it’s time to round them up and talk them into doing things my way.
Magnus is already moping in the living room, and Charm is in there poking forlornly at the fireplace. That means I only have two left to corral.
I’m sure Henri is in his little security office furiously jerking off.
Orion also wandered upstairs. Odds are he’s reviewing reports or something equally unnecessary and boring to anyone who’s not a workaholic.
Henri is my first target. Once I have him in tow, I’ll tell Orion we’re having a pack meeting and he’ll be happy to come along. Henri would argue if I tried that approach with him. For some reason my packmates, barring Orion, never like my reasons for calling a pack meeting.
I slam open the door to Henri’s office and stride in.
Henri jolts and jerks his hand up, pausing whatever’s on the computer screen.
“Stop jacking off to Hestia and come downstairs. If you don’t come with me now, I’ll tell the others what you were doing,” I say.
One thing I’ve learned over the years is a little blackmail goes a long way.
“What!? I’m not! I was just—I wasn’t doing that,” Henri says, stumbling over his words and avoiding eye contact.
Sure, he just happened to have his hand on his dick while Hestia was on the screen. And I’m sure he was only reviewing the camera recordings forsecurity purposes.
Henri is still stammering something. I lean against the doorframe and wait.
Eventually he runs out of half-baked excuses and relents.
“Fine. But I wasn’t masturbating. I’m only coming with you because otherwise you’ll be difficult,” he says, shutting down the computer.
I step into the hall to give him a moment to get himself back in his pants.
We collect Orion with little fanfare, and they follow me downstairs.
“We’re having a pack meeting,” I inform Magnus and Charm upon entering the living room.
They’re too lost in their own thoughts to argue. Don’t worry, boys, I’m about to fix all our problems.
I tell Henri to close the doors. I can’t have Hestia stumbling past and overhearing us if she goes looking for a late-night snack.
Once I’m sure I have everyone’s attention, I say, “I’ve gathered you here to explain the plan for how we’ll be courting Hestia by Yule.”
They’re silent for a beat and then everyone’s talking at once.
