---Seth's POV---

My eyes blinked warily as the sun was slowly making its way up in the sky, signaling that the night had passed. Growling softly, I stretched my limbs to remove all the kinks and tenseness of my muscles before yawning widely.

Smacking my lips and huffing softly, I shook my fur out and glanced around the room only to realize that I was the first to wake up. The sleepy daze in my mind instantly left at the sight of Zayne curled up between Wyatt and Sebastian. They had been the last ones to stay awake and watch Zayne's dreams.

A shiver ran over my body and I couldn't stop cringing when I remembered exactly what Zayne had dreamt. It was safe to say that nobody in this pack had a good night's rest. Marcus came up with the idea to use the packlink to get into Zayne's dreams and he had volunteered to do it first.

It had taken a while for Zayne to calm down and relax and even more to eventually fall asleep. But when he did, Marcus' mind had been bombarded with memory after memory, all of them flooding through the link and showing us what Zayne had been through.

"His life would've been so different if he was born in any other pack." I thought to myself as I hopped down and made my way to the kitchen. The image of the happy Zayne as a toddler made me grin, shifting back with ease to prepare breakfast for the pack.

He had been happy, once. The pack hadn't really treated him kindly when he was a little pup but they hadn't abused him either. That was until his Omega genes kicked in way too early, probably because of the rougher treatment of the pack. No doubt Zayne's wolf had pushed its way to the front in the hopes of changing the pack's mind.

In any regular pack, that would've worked. As soon as Zayne's wolf broke through, they would've been on their knees to cuddle and love the boy endlessly. But his former pack acted the complete opposite, saw his rare Omega status as a weakness and caged a toddler.

They fucking caged him and then the torture really began.

Shaking my head to dispel the images in my head, I focused on making breakfast while I reached out with my mind to the Alpha, pushing a silent question in his direction. I jumped when I heard someone scoff behind me.

"Alpha Lee is still asleep. He's been up all night talking to the other Alpha's and searching fruitlessly for Zayne's pack." Greg said coldly, watching my every move as I narrowed my eyes at the food.

What did I do for him to hate me?

Greg narrowed his eyes at me as if trying to read my thought. He was about to open his mouth and say something but stopped when the door creaked open and Mike shuffled into the room whilst rubbing his eyes.

He gave a squeak from surprise though when he managed to pry his eyes open and spotted us standing there. I gave him a tense but friendly smile, feeling nervous around strangers and even more so when Greg pushed himself off of the wall and walked to lean beside me, glancing over my shoulder.

"Uhm...hi?" Mike questioned, shuffling to the fridge before he peered inside. I risked taking a look at him, only to freeze and blush at the immense hickey that colored his throat to a deep purple. I doubted Mike realized it was that bad or maybe he forgot about it.

The boy filled a glass of orange juice before closing the fridge with a sigh, trying to straiten the shirt that was loosely hanging around him; probably one of Terrance's. one of his shoulders was peeking through the collar and allowing us a stunning view of Terrance's obvious claim before Mike smiled warmly.

"Do you need help with that?"

I blinked before looking down at the sizzling eggs and nodded shyly. Greg muttered something under his breath, opening cupboards and rounding up plates as Mike and I cooked breakfast to the best of our abilities. It wasn't until Greg started on the coffee that the rest of the pack slowly started to trickle into the room.

Mike watched curiously as everyone took their seats, heaping food on their plates and talking softly to each other. When Wyatt stepped in the room, everything quieted down and I had to reach out and place my hand over Mike's mouth when he went to question it.

As Wyatt sat down, his mate entered the room, half awake and holding a still sleeping Zayne tightly against his chest before filling a mug and placing it in Wyatt's hands with a kiss on his forehead. I smiled and rolled my eyes at Mike's questioning look.

"Wyatt isn't a morning guy and completely unapproachable until he has his coffee. If you're ever awake before everyone else and Wyatt wakes up after you, just remember ; Coffee first, talk later."

He seemed unsure if he should laugh at my statement or not but he nodded anyways and turned around to fix his own breakfast. My nose twitched as I scented someone coming closer and I bit on my lip to hide a smile as Terrance snuck up behind his mate.

"Morning." He grumbled in Mike's ear, sending the boy flailing right in his arms, much to Terrance's delight. He had no shame as he trapped Mike beside the stove, digging one hand into Mike's glossy curls before using it as leverage to claim his mouth.

I cleared my throat and glanced away uncomfortably, knowing that it's a usual greeting between mates and all but still. Greg grinned and shook his head but decided to step in when Mike flushed a deep red, trying to pry Terrance's face away from his throat. The boy squirmed in his mate's hold and hid his face when Terrance let him go after one last nip and chuckled deeply.

"Sorry love, you were gone and my wolf was growing quite agitated. Plus, I needed my morning fix of you." It was awe-inspiring to watch big muscular Terrance interact with his smaller and more fragile mate, guiding him to the table and yanking Mike away when he went to sit down on an empty chair.

Nope, Terrance picked the human boy up and plopped him on his lap, winking and warning Mike with a lewd smirk when Mike wriggled to get out of his hold.

"Newly mated." Greg muttered with an amused grin and I had to smile too, silently shaking my head. My eyes flickered to Zayne's furry little head and my smile grew at the sight.

The poor pup was still sleeping, probably exhausted from his horrendous past and now that its wolf knew he was save, it was going to catch up on sleep. Alice warned us that this would happen but it was still extremely cute to see Zayne snoozing away, his tiny head resting on the table as Sebastian softly petted his fur.

Zayne's human and wolf side were obviously at war; where the wolf trusted us and knew we weren't anything like his former pack, Zayne didn't know any differently and hardly trusted us. So Zayne was trying desperately to wake up and stay awake while his wolf was pushing him to sleep.

The result was extremely cute, as Zayne's head often swayed from side to side, occasionally slipping from the table with an annoyed huff before his eyes grew too heavy and his wolf placed its muzzle back on the table.

"Poor kid." Greg said much to my surprise. It must've been evident on my face because he turned in my direction and pinned me down with quite the intense look. "I know you think I hate you. Trust me, I don't. I just hate your past, the fact that an Alpha has degraded you and objectified you and you even thought it was normal."

I paled, stunned before I shifted and scurried away from Greg, who groaned under his breath and tried to stop me, probably wanting to explain or say he didn't mean it like that but still...

---Mike's POV---

The food was delicious and much to my surprise, the pack didn't seem to be bothered with my presence at all. They had simply smiled and nodded warmly, some even greeting me before Terrance snuggled up close to me.

When Terrance excused himself, I took that chance to sit down on an empty chair, grinning slightly when I heard a few of the other wolves snicker and cough in amusement.

I just wanted to eat my food in peace! Sitting in Terrance's lap didn't bother me at all but the fact that he had been rubbing my thighs constantly and placing teasing kisses on my neck and shoulder had been driving me insane.

The seat beside me creaked and I jumped slightly when I felt an all to familiar paw brushing up my thigh. Glancing up, I noticed Terrance speaking with one of the guys sitting beside him, so I pushed his hand off my thigh.

I shouldn't even bother; every time I slapped his fingers off of my thigh, he simply placed his hand up even higher until his pink brushed against the growing bulge of my pants. Damn it! I flushed brightly and nibbled on my lip, glancing from side to side discreetly, hoping that nobody had noticed my obvious problem.

A few of the guys sniffed and glanced in our direction with a knowing look in their eyes, making me blush even more before I tried to concentrate on my plate. How in heavens name was I supposed to concentrate on my food and eat when I had this sex god feeling me up?

Taking a few calming breaths, a wicked idea formed in my head, causing me to grin smugly before I glanced at Terrance. He was still smiling, eyes fixed on the bulge in my pants before he looked up when someone addressed him.

"Let's see if this works..."

Reaching out underneath the table, I slowly traced my fingers up his leg, rubbing seductively over Terry's muscled thighs while glancing at him from underneath my lashes.

I heard his sharp intake of breath and mentally grinned victoriously as I ever so slowly and teasingly moved my hand up until my wrist was pressed against his carved abdominals.

Terrance growled softly, the vibrations of it rumbling through my skin but I bit on my lip when he widened his stance. Was he really expecting me to give him a hand job in front of all these strangers? His hand was still on my thigh though, fingers squeezing in warning.

Slowly, I reached for his inner thigh, watching Terrance smirk and pant before I harshly pinched the sensitive skin. Terrance squawked in surprise, hand flying off of my thigh while his knee banged against the table, gaining everyone's attention.

I simply leaned forwards and focused on my food as Terrance awkwardly smiled, hissing under his breath. I'm sure I would regret this later on but now I enjoyed as the pack snorted and laughed at Terrance's obvious discomfort, gaining a few winks here and there.

Latching eyes onto Terrance, I bit my lip at the lustful yet scolding look in his eyes and blushed slightly when Terrance leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Just so you know, you're walking around with an enormous hickey on display. Everyone on the table knows exactly what we've been up to the past nights... and days."

He laughed as I groaned under my breath and buried my face against his chest. Damn that man and his ability to cloud my mind with lustful thoughts! The innocent boy I've been before had been warped and changed but as I caught the promising look in Terrance's eyes, I could only smile and flush as I hid against his muscled frame.

"As long as its because of him, he can turn me into a lustful, horny mess whenever he likes. I'll just get back at him later." I thought to myself and grinned back at Terrance.

Bring it, big boy. I dare you.