Two days later

Gita sat on the floor, relaxing against the couch as Flint french braided her hair, his legs on either side of her. Gita almost melted into him as he worked with her hair. She didn't even care if it came out looking wonky, just the fact he was doing it and it felt incredible was enough.

"Where did you learn to french braid?" She gave a slow hum, her eyes half lidded.

Flint grasped her head and pulled it back gently before kissing her forehead. She smiled and leaned into it, her eyes closing. "I was a Guardian. I had a lot of duties and I took them seriously. Braiding the little ones hair was just as important as everything else."

Gita gave a hum of enjoyment as he pulled her head back further and brushed a chaste kiss on her lips before letting her go so she could straighten her head. "What happened?" They hadn't had a lot of time to talk, sex was pretty much the only thing they did and it felt like every time they tried to talk, the person listening always started stripping clothes off. Gita didn't mind, she did her fair share of distracting too. But now the bond felt cemented, stronger. She liked that. "That caused you to be banished."

There was a bit of silence and Gita wondered if she had asked the wrong question but Flint just sighed and grabbed another strand of her hair with his pinky. "It was my niece. She had a boy that had been courting her." He started off slow and there was a heavy ache to his voice that had her wrapping an arm around his leg and kissing his knee in comfort.

"She didn't tell you." That was the only thing that made sense. The courtship rituals dictated it had to be disclosed to the clan Guardian.

"Neither of them did. The boy didn't come to me to discuss his intentions and she didn't mention him at all. I caught him trying to sneak into her bedroom and I reacted how a Guardian should to a threat to my niece's safety and honour." The ache started to tinge with anger in his voice and Gita didn't blame him for that. The new traditions were in place for a reason. She never understood why some of the younger generations deliberately snubbed them, they were important, they kept werewolf instincts in check, they protected them.

"They punished you for it." Her voice was low and he grabbed a few more strands of her hair, twisting them into the braid as a thick silence fell.

"I was removed as clan Guardian immediately. My younger brother took over. But then the boy's parents didn't want me around him as he and Clary, my niece, were to be bound." He let out a heavy sigh. "I was banished."

"Fuck that!" The words burst from Gita was a heavy agitation, her beast angry and upset. The feeling visceral inside of her. "Your clan tossed you away because you followed the fucking rules? Fuck them!" She was almost vibrating she was so upset and Flint chuckled as he turned her head to the side and kissed underneath her ear. "What a crock of fucking shit! You were doing what you were supposed to do as Guardian and they fucking banished you for it? That's so fucking stupid!" She was upset on his behalf but she didn't have a clan for a long time and the thought of tossing someone out for something so fucking stupid was beyond her.

"You're so fucking adorable." He murmured the words against the side of her neck and Gita made a face.

"It's the truth. What the fuck is wrong with them? Tossing out clan members because they were following the traditions." She humphed and crossed her arms over her chest as Flint kissed under her ear again before he went back to braiding her hair.

"I'm glad they did it, in a way." He started and Gita gave a disgusted look. She wasn't sure how Flint noticed but he chuckled again. "I'm part of the Order and now I have the most fucking adorable female to call my own and I'm going to help revive a clan with thousands of years of history." He finished off her braid, tying it off before he slid his arms around her and lifting her rather effortlessly off the floor.

Gita squeaked in surprise as he hauled her up onto his lap, her face bright red. "I mean I get it but still, fuck them." A warmth spread in her chest at the very apparent enjoyment Flint seemed to have with her, not to mention the fact he was so open about helping her revive the Anders clan. She snuggled in closer to him with a slight smile. "Their loss is my gain it seems." She wasn't about to throw that out, she had gained a massive bonus when she chose Flint. He was just... she gave a happy sigh as he shifted her on his lap, her side to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

He was just amazing.

"It is." He gave a low hum as he nuzzled her cheek. "My gain too." That warmth spread from her chest to her belly and Gita turned her head and gave him a lingering kiss, sighing into it. She had missed this, the connection, the feeling of belonging. She was almost euphoric at the fact she had a clan, it was small but it was hers. Flint gave a small hum as she pulled back, "Now, a few days ago you wanted to talk to me about something."

Gita frowned, tilting her head as she thought back to what she had been thinking about back then. It was difficult because of how the past few days had been filled up with sex, soo much glorious sex. It clicked, "Oh! I want to keep working as a WC agent." She looked at him, hesitating slightly and he nodded.

"Of course, love." He gave her a chaste kiss and shifted her closer, pulling her tighter to his chest. "If you want to become a higher level of agent, just ask. I'll help you train."

Gita almost melted at the words and looked up at him. "Really?"

"Fuck, if you want to become the director of the WC, I would do my best to make sure you get there." He seemed to relax into the couch, one arm wrapped around her back, his hand gripping her hip and the other holding the back of her knee, keeping her close.

"Well I wouldn't want that. I'm not that much of an asshole." She grinned as she said it and Flint chuckled and then winked.

"You said it, not me." He kissed her temple and Gita relaxed into his hold. She had never felt so... cherished before. She liked it, she never thought a mating could be like this. He was so fucking supportive, attractive, and just amazing. A small silence fell before Flint cleared his throat gently. "I know what most matings look like, Gita, but I would never do that to you. I need you to understand that." He gave her a small squeeze and she nodded, turning her face to nuzzle into his neck.

"I think I knew that when you requested to become part of Anders." Flint wasn't like the others, he was something else entirely. Something utterly amazing.

He snorted, "As if I was going to stay a fucking Maddock. I don't owe them anything, let alone loyalty to the clan I was banished from."

Gita went to respond when there was a knock on the door. She paused and then looked towards the hall. "Are you expecting anyone?" She shifted to look at him and he shook his head.

"Nope." His jaw clenched and as he shifted her, Gita got off his lap. She didn't stay put though, Gita was never one to be a damsel, the cultists aside. She would 100% back her male against whatever might come.