Black’s POV, after a month in the farming village:
“So, my mate,” Brian says with a joyful tone as we sit arm in arm, watching Lucky on his mate’s lap.
Mathilde is almost two heads taller than Lucky and might beat me in a fight regarding strength, if not skill. Admittedly, he’s short for a werewolf, but the female orc is taller than Sam, too; not by much, but she sure is larger than most orcs are. They look cute together.
“What, my mate?” I respond, wondering what he will joke about this time.
“Would you have liked to have several mates like Lucky has?” he asks. I hear more worried curiosity than an actual joke in his voice, but I laugh at his words.
“Are you crazy? I can barely keep control of one mate!” I tell him and tickle him. “You had me traveling through several worlds without
