Chapter 88 When Am I Earning My Place Beside you?

Chapter 88 When Am I Earning My Place Beside you?
The carriage rolled into the courtyard and stopped with a creak.

Samael jumped out first. "Home sweet home."

Alberto stepped down right after, bag over his shoulder. He scanned the crowd. The bond pulled hard toward the pack house.

Torin hopped off his horse and slapped Alberto on the back. "Good trip, keeper?"

Alberto grinned. "Best one yet. Thanks for the ride."

Samael laughed. "You barely looked at the trees. Too busy dreaming about someone."

Alberto flushed. "Shut up."

He waved at them. "See you later."

He took off running toward the pack house.

Samael and Torin watched him go.

Torin chuckled. "Someone missed his mate bad. Few days apart and he is sprinting."

Samael shook his head. "Like a pup."

Darius walked up from the stables. "Where is Alberto?"

Samael shrugged. "Ran off the second we stopped. Down bad for Fernando."

Darius sighed. "I hope he does not get too heartbroken."

He walked away.

Torin turned to Samael. "What did he mean by that?"

Samael scratched his head. "No idea."

The courtyard exploded.

Wolves poured out of the pack house. Children ran ahead yelling. Adults shouted. "The keeper is back!" "Alberto!" Cheers went up everywhere.

Kael and Lucia pushed through first.

Kael grabbed Alberto's arm. "You are finally here!"

Lucia hugged him tight. "We missed you so much."

Alberto laughed. "I missed you too."

Kael grinned. "We threw a party for you. Whole pack helped. Food is ready, music is playing, come on!"

Lucia pulled him toward the fire pit. "You saved us. You deserve this."

Tables were set up around the big fire. Roasted meat, fresh bread, fruits, honey cakes, pitchers of ale. Torches burned bright. Drums pounded. Flutes sang. Wolves danced in circles.

Kael raised his mug. "To Alberto! The keeper who tamed the forest and saved our lives!"

Everyone roared back. "To Alberto!"

Mugs clashed. Ale spilled. Laughter filled the night.

Lucia leaned close. "Eat. You look thin."

Alberto took a piece of venison. "This smells amazing."

Kael slapped his back. "Eat more. We have plenty."

Torin joined them, mug in hand. "You should have seen the cook when we told him the keeper was coming back. He almost cried."

Samael walked over with a full plate. "He did cry. Said Alberto deserves the best."

Alberto laughed. "You all are too much."

A young wolf ran up. "Tell us about the countryside!"

Alberto smiled. "Hot springs were the best part. Water so warm it melts the pain away."

Another wolf called out. "Did you see any rogues?"

Alberto shook his head. "Peaceful the whole way. Best trip ever."

Kael raised his mug again. "To more peaceful days!"

Everyone cheered louder.

Music swelled. Wolves danced faster. Children spun around the fire.

Lucia pulled Alberto into the circle. "Dance with us!"

Alberto laughed and joined, moving carefully at first, then freer as the rhythm took him.

Samael watched with a smile. "He looks happy."

Torin nodded. "He earned it."

A girl tugged Alberto's sleeve. "Did you see the moon in the countryside?"

Alberto knelt. "It was huge. Red like blood. Beautiful."

The girl beamed. "I want to see it one day."

Alberto ruffled her hair. "You will."

An older wolf raised his mug. "To the keeper who came back stronger!"

Cheers again.

Kael leaned close. "You really saved me. I owe you everything."

Alberto shook his head. "We are pack. That is what we do."

Lucia hugged him from the side. "Still. Thank you."

The party went on. Wolves sang old songs. Stories flowed. Laughter rang out.

Alberto stood in the center, surrounded by his pack, finally home.

Alberto slipped away from the party in the courtyard, the music and laughter fading behind him as he ducked into the shadows of the pack house entrance. The fire pit's glow cast flickering lights on the dancing wolves, but he moved quickly, heart pounding with anticipation. He had not seen Fernando since arriving, the Alpha absent from the welcome. The bond pulled at him like a thread, drawing him toward the upper levels where Fernando often retreated when busy.

He paused at the base of the stairs and spotted Samael near the edge of the crowd, mug in hand, talking to Torin.

"Samael," Alberto called softly, pulling him aside.

Samael turned, grinning. "You should be celebrating."

Alberto glanced around. "Where is Fernando? He has not come out."

Samael lowered his voice. "Busy in his study. Probably has not learned of your arrival yet. The beta is mad at him. Darius is not passing messages."

Alberto's face fell. "Mad? Why?"

Samael shrugged. "Long story. Go see him. He needs you."

Alberto nodded and slipped inside, the party noise muffling as the door closed. He climbed the stairs quietly, avoiding the creaky steps he knew by heart. The corridors were empty, guards on patrol outside for the celebration. He reached Fernando's chamber door and knocked softly.

No answer.

He pushed it open. The room was dark, lit only by a single candle on the desk where Fernando sat, head in hands, parchments scattered.

Fernando looked up, eyes widening. "Alberto."

Alberto closed the door and crossed the room in three strides. "I missed you."

Fernando stood, pulling him into a crush of arms. "You are back."

Alberto kissed him hard, hands fisting in Fernando's tunic. "The trip was good. But I need you."

Fernando's hands roamed down his back. "Show me."

Alberto pushed him toward the bed, stripping Fernando's tunic off in one yank. Fernando's chest was broad, muscles rippling under tanned skin. Alberto traced the lines with his fingers, then his mouth, kissing down to the waistband.

Fernando groaned. "Eager."

Alberto unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down. Fernando's cock sprang free, thick and hard, measuring eight inches of veined length, the head already leaking. Alberto wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly.

"You are so big," Alberto whispered, thumb rubbing the tip.

Fernando's hands tangled in his hair. "Take me."

Alberto knelt and took him into his mouth, lips stretching around the girth. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, taking six inches before gagging slightly.

Fernando thrust gently. "Good. Deeper."

Alberto relaxed his throat and took more, seven inches now, nose pressing against Fernando's pubic hair. He bobbed his head, saliva dripping.

Fernando's points built. "You feel amazing."

Alberto pulled off with a pop. "Fuck me."

Fernando lifted him and tossed him on the bed, stripping Alberto's clothes. Alberto's cock was hard, six inches of slender length, curving slightly.

Fernando flipped him onto his stomach and spread his legs. "Wet for me already."

He licked Alberto's hole, tongue pushing in deep. Alberto moaned. "Yes."

Fernando added a finger, then two, scissoring. "Tight."

Alberto pushed back. "More."

Fernando positioned his eight-inch cock and pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Alberto gasped at the stretch, four inches in, then six, then all eight buried deep.

Fernando thrust hard. "Take it."

Alberto cried out. "Yes! Harder!"

Fernando pounded, points building fast. He flipped Alberto onto his back, legs over shoulders, and entered again, deeper.

Alberto stroked his six-inch cock. "Close."

Fernando hit his prostate. "Come."

Alberto spilled, cum splattering his chest.

Fernando pulled out and came on Alberto's stomach, marking him.

They panted.

Alberto asked. "When do I get to rule beside you?"

Fernando's face darkened. "Soon."

Alberto pulled him close. "I love you."

Fernando held him. "I love you too."