---Felix' POV---

Dinner was rather awkward.

As we sat at the table enjoying our food, I could feel multiple eyes on me or rather us. Milo sat right beside me, his arm brushing against mine as if he couldn't bear to be separated from me for even a second.

The pack tried their best to ignore us, but judging by the looks shot our way and the muffled chuckles, something was amusing them. I didn't care though.

I had Milo and that was all I'd ever need in my life. Beside me, Milo purred deeply at the thought, pulling me closer against his body until I was simply in his lap. Down the table, I heard a piercing whistle coming from Terrance, whom was instantly slapped upside the head by Mike.

Oddly enough, I could feel Milo's amusement at the whistle and his slight confusion before it was drowned out by his happiness as he sniffed at my hair. Ever since we...mated, it seemed as if we were even more emotionally connected.

I could actually feel everything Milo was feeling, could hear the quiet whispers of his mind in the back of my own head. Everyone else around the table was talking quite loudly but not us. We didn't need words to talk to one another.

We just knew.

Fingers gently brushed over my leg, distracting me from my thoughts before I leaned back against Milo. The gesture was soothing yet mindless, as he was still finishing up his soup, waiting for the main course to arrive.

When Milo moved, I could sense a hint of discomfort spark through his mind, which made me frown until I moved my own body around. The slight twinges of pain that webbed through my back reminded me of what we've done and instantly made my cheeks flush with heat as my body tingled in remembrance.

Across the table, Zayne blinked and sniffed the air before shaking his head with a snort. He blinked owlishly at us before jumping when Marcus chuckled beside him. "Don't worry love, you'll get used to it. It is a rather potent scent after all."

Terrance smirked beside him, ignoring Mike's slapping hand as he mused out loud, "Though, you got to wonder who's producing it. I'd almost say it's from both of them." Sebastian across him nearly choked on his drink before coughing while I blinked at them.

I had no idea what they were talking about.

Rolling my eyes, I reached out for a bread roll, smiling as Milo had already thought ahead and grabbed two to share. I grinned at him and in return, he purred, rubbing his cheek against mine. Sebastian rolled his eyes good naturedly, dipping his roll in his own bowl of soup before pointing a finger at Zayne.

"Like I said Zayne, syrupy sweet matings ever since you came to the pack. " He spoke before taking a bite. Wyatt elbowed him as Zayne glanced to us before blinking in confusion. "I... sorry?"

"Don't be love." Marcus reassured him while on the other side, Sebastian suddenly jumped as if he had been kicked under the table. "I'd almost say that Sebastian is feeling jealous." The wolf snorted while pressing a kiss to Wyatt's cheek. "Why would I? I have the love of my eternity right here. Just, observational skills I'm using."

"Riiiiight."

I frowned to myself, ignoring the two men teasingly bickering back and forth. Actually, why hadn't I freaked out yet? Normally, any type of family dinner would involve me ending up in a break down as I'd get overwhelmed by all the sensations and stimuli I'd pick up.

Yet, even though it made me wonder, the answer was right there. These people actually understood me. Yes, Charlie and Matthew had both explained time and time again that my parents loved me, they simply misunderstood me.

But yet, these strangers, people whom I've barely come to known for such a short time together, knew not to overwhelm me. In fact, I was seated on the end of the table, so that only Milo was seated to my right. And across from me was Zayne, who seemed to be rather shy himself and barely spoke a word.

The conversations on the other end of the table were louder, but not overpoweringly so. I could tell that they sometimes preferred to link one another as they ate, responding audibly when their mouth was empty.

Maybe... I looked over my shoulder at Milo, instantly flushing as he was already staring at me. By looking at him, I brought us nose to nose, breathing the same air and feeling the warm caress of the others' breathe over our faces.

A small growl slipped from his throat as he nuzzled my cheek, growing in intensity as I returned the favor to him. Perhaps all of this was happening thanks to Milo. Because of him, I no longer felt abnormal and misunderstood, a freak and recluse that needed to be hidden from the world.

I no longer felt so miserably alone.

With Milo, I didn't feel misunderstood. I knew he accepted me for what I was, the same as I accepted him. I was his boy and he was my pup.

Milo agreed, as I could feel the warmth and love flood through his mind while he gently turned my face to place a tender kiss on my lips. We only broke apart when there was a sharp whistle, followed by Terrance shouting "Get a room you two!"

What surprised me was that Milo didn't even look at the man, simply stayed staring at me as he copied my actions from my memories and flipped Terrance off. The massive man roared with laughter as the entire table teased and poked fun of him, yet Milo and I were in our own little world.

If this is just a dream, I never want to wake up.

Milo squeezed my fingers, silently agreeing before he caressed up my arm to gently cup my cheek. "Felix...Mine."

I grinned at his raspy tone, nuzzling closer to him to steal a kiss before I buried my face in his throat and sighed happily. "Mine." I agreed, smiling as I could feel his happiness flood the link once more.

He really is mine. My home. My everything.

--- Milo's POV---

I sighed happily with Felix securely in my hold. My eyes caught Zayne's, who offered a hesitant smile which I instantly returned. I was happier than I ever was, knowing that I had a family and friends I could rely on.

Family.

The thought soured my mood the tiniest bit as I looked further down the room, where Lee was trying to start a conversation with a dejected Quinton. I now knew that there were three pups who had survived the ordeal that had left our mother infertile due to birth complications.

Quinton was happy that he had his two sons back but still, had understandably been trying to get in touch with the only female pup that had lived. A pup that had refused any contact. Instead of accepting the offer, she had politely refused, declining to know her birth parents and chose to stay with her adoptive ones.

It had devastated Quinton but he had respected the girl's wishes. I just found it sad for him, as he had hoped to reunite his complete family once more.

I could understand why she refused though, as I hadn't trusted Quinton myself in the first place. It was only because of Felix that I was here in the first place. It was odd really how life worked.

If I never had met Felix, I'd probably still be roaming around as a wolf, never knowing my true nature. I wouldn't have met my family, nor would I've been as happy as I was now.

A small whine escaped me as I realized that if I'd never have met Felix, he would've died. The mountain lion that had laid in ambush would've followed him on one of his trips into the forest and devoured him.

And I wouldn't have been able to save Felix.

My heart raced in my chest, wolf whining and urging to get closer to Felix. I clutched him tighter to my body, inhaling his scent to reassure myself that he was safe, that he was right here in my arm, and that I in fact did save him.

Just like he saved me.

I growled happily when he cuddled closer, wiggling his hips with a slight hiss as he moved. It made me grin and enjoy the thought of the nights and days that laid ahead of us. Felix wasn't going to leave me and neither would I ever leave his side.

Life couldn't get more perfect than this.

Its a shorter chapter but with the whole situation, it makes sense. One Pup is close to its end, and I will make a sequel, following one of the mated couples.