Page 61 of Mated into the Mob

But now I made time for my family. Ranger and Hunter were officially my Betas. And after what happened with Emilio, no one in the pack complained I was favoring my siblings. We’d made progress on changing the hierarchy of the pack. Yes, I was Alpha, but when I either handed over power or went to the goddess, the pack would vote on the next Alpha.

Our law had changed regarding mating with humans. It might not go as far as some wanted, but it was more progress. If a La Luna Noir pack member met their fated mate and that person was human, they could mate.

For now, the danger had passed about my role as Alpha and the uprising stamped out, though I wasn’t naive enough to think there’d never be another challenge.

Tony yawned and checked his watch. “What shall we do about dinner?”

Instead of going to Dad’s every Sunday, we alternated, and the family came to us every second weekend for the evening meal.

“Let’s get takeout. Even better, we can have Hunter and Ranger pick it up.”

“You can’t do that. Uncle Arnie would be horrified.”

But as if by magic, my phone beeped. It was Dad saying as Tony had had such a tiring week, they’d bring the food. I showed the text to Tony.

“Great.” He opened one eye and shot up. “Flint, where’s Lottie?”

Damn, in those few seconds, she’d crawled off the blanket and was heading into the woods. My wolf might not have understood babies, but he was fiercely protective of our daughter.

He didn’t ask my permission but ripped through my clothes and raced over to Lottie, herding her back to the blanket. I thanked him before taking my skin.

“Might want to put sunscreen on that.” Tony giggled as he stared at my cock. Thanks to my wolf, my clothes were shredded. “I don’t want it out of action.”

My mate had been so busy these last weeks, we hadn’t had much sex.

“Maybe we should put off the family, saying you’re ill. When Lottie’s asleep, we go to bed too.”

“No, we’re not lying.”

Tony was big on not telling lies. After us doing the falling-in-love, mating, and having a family in reverse—sorta—and the chaos in his life after finding out what his dad did what he did, he insisted we were always truthful. There was some wriggle room when it came to us having sex—and we had a lot of sex—but he considered the Sunday family meal ritual sacred. No lies would be told.

“Just as well the domestic staff have Sunday off or they’d be treated to you and your big cock prancing home.”

I loved when my mate commented on the size of my cock, and I puffed out my chest.

“There will be no prancing, my love.” I didn’t point out the security staff were always lurking around the estate. Lurking was how Tony described them, probably because he hadn’t grown up with them, whereas for me, they were always in the background.

I grabbed the picnic basket and picked up our daughter who was studying a spider. Tony trailed beside us, dragging the blanket over the grass and holding the cushions.

“Are you sure you don’t want to cancel? Everyone would understand ‘cause you’ve been so busy.” I was holding Lottie while my mate was showering. He was totally beat but insisted it was too late because everyone was on their way.

But he came out of the shower enclosure, water dripping seductively from his length, my cock swelled. “I love you.”

“Me too.” He wiggled his ass as he strode into the bedroom.

The peacefulness in the house ended when my family arrived. They could never creep in unannounced. Ranger roared up in his new sports car, Hunter in a huge SUV, my dad at the wheel of his car and Uncle Arnie hanging on for dear life, plus the assorted security guards

“Arnie made lasagna.” Dad blew me a kiss and took Lottie, while Uncle grumbled he’d never get to hold her.

“What do you think of my new car, Bro?” Ranger’s cars were his babies. I hated to think what would have happened if he became a father to real live children. He’d have them polishing the paintwork before they could walk.

“Darling Tony, you should be in bed.” Dad kissed my mate and sent me a look that said, “What’s wrong with him?”

My mate insisted he was okay, and while we heated the food, Hunter opened the basement door.

“Why don’t these lights work, Flint?”

“You’ll have to ask Tony. I think he put a spell on them.” The stair lights only responded to my mate’s voice now.

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