My Deviant Mate (DreamNotFound)

Chapter 2

George was the first to wake up a hint of sunlight touches his snout, the brunette was still in his wolf form, his fluffy fur keeping him from the cold. He saw his brothers Tubbo and Tommy in a huddle to his left, and Wilbur huddled next to him. His parents were cuddling on Wilbur's side. He yawns as he began to stretch his legs, looking outside the den to see that snow had fallen last night, their territory now filled with shimmering white snow.

He steps outside, careful not to wake any of his family members as he sprinted away taking his wolf for a run. He reminded himself about not crossing the border, so he just took a sprint around their territory. He likes to have a run, it what keeps him relax, to let his wolf side take over.

His wolf was smaller than the average artic wolf due to being an omega. He may not be good in strength, but his ability to run fast is his life saver, although his brothers still would outrun him. He sometimes help his father and brothers hunt, using his sniffers to track their pray, he was quite good at it.

George continues to move around the pack borders until he stopped on the nearby watering hole. Most of the surface are already frozen, but not solid enough not to break. Using both his front paws, George thumps aggressively on the sheet thin of ice breaking it, revealing the water underneath. He happily yipped, thirsty from all that running then started to drink in the hole to relinquish his thirst.

He decided to rest of a while, his wolf laying on the snowy dirt. A sudden snap got George on full alert.  His wolf looked into the direction to where he sensed twig snap, outside the pack borders.

George started to worry as he scented but another wolf. He knows he's been watched, someone was lurking out there watching him. Without any hesitation, he quickly backs away from the watering hole, sprinting back towards the middle  of their pack, back to their family den. He couldn't really identify the scent, but he knows it will surely cause trouble if he didn't back away.

As he reached to where their den was, George saw his father and mother already awake in their human forms. They both looked at George's wolf as he approaches them. His father gave him a growl, and his mother came closer to his wolf checking if he was injured. The brunette already knows this means he's in trouble.

"Where did you go George? Did I not make myself clear yesterday?" His father sneered, a bit disappointed of his son's actions.

"Dear he is alright. No injuries, just a few dusts though." His mother commented, a worried but a relieved look on her face, seeing his son safe.

"Shift George." My father commanded, and he shifted right in front of them. "Where did you run of to this time?"

George stuttered, trying to explain to his father how he just went for a run around the borders, careful not to anger him. "I-I just went for a run, I'm sorry."

"Did you in counter anything while you were out there?" His father questioned.

"N-no father, it was just me." George lied. "My wolf just wanted to take a fun." Just in time for his brothers to wake up, all of them shifted in human form as they walked outside their den fully changed.

Wilbur saw George standing there still naked, getting a lecture from their father. He took a pair of leather pants and a shirt made of deer coat and walked towards them. "Good morning father, mother." He utters, tossing the clothes to his brother and George thanking him in return as he decided to put them on quickly.

"Good morning Wilbur my son, George lets go feed the cows honey." His mother said, as she leaves the scene.

His father exhaled, "Alright George, remember what I told you." George nods in response, following his mother to the farm. 

Wilbur talked to his father about their next hunt this afternoon. Tubbo and Tommy butted into the conversation. They decided to go and hunt a few rodents in their territory this afternoon. 

"Father let us hunt." Tubbo asked, they haven't really hunted by themselves. Their mother is too worried for her kids. 

"Yeah dad, you never let us go by ourselves. We're all grown up!" Tommy declares.

His father thinking about how they should have been able to hunt by themselves by now, but the thought of his mate being worried about their kids seems to prevent them from learning. 

"You know your mother gets easily worried." He sighs. "But I guess its time you all should go on your own. Just remember, only small animals and no crossing the borders, understood?"

The two of them nods in response, " Alright!" Tommy cheers, as they both raised back into their den, taking their leathered clothes off before shifting into their wolves.

"Wilbur, watch after them." Their father says. "I'll go tell your mother." 

"Of course dad." He responds going inside the den shifting into his wolf as well. 

Tommy's wolf barked at him, signaling his brother to hurry up. Wilbur made a wolf like grin before he ran towards Tommy, purposely dumping up snow on his younger brother's head as he sprinted pass him, Tubbo laughed in his mind as he follows along side Wilbur. The three of them took off running the opposite direction, as their father went to talk to his mate.

She's mate wasn't to happy about not being informed of her children's hunt. "Dear why did you let them leave? I already said they can't hunt yet till they're ready."

"They are ready. Our kids are Alpha born, and the younger is already sixteen mamacita." His father replied, sensing his mate's destress ang gave her a kiss on the forehead.

George was there listening to his parents conversation, as well as trying not to get cringed by his father's flirting while he cleaned the sheep's pen. He wasn't really allowed to go hunt with his brothers without his fathers  supervision because of his mother being overly protective of him. It wasn't really his choice to be born as an omega either.