The Alpha's Mate

Chapter 12

Charlie's POV

A/N: Sorry if this confuses you guys too much. It's hard when there is a translator in the middle of everything. I hope I'm doing well by it. Anything Mateo and Charlie say together in italics is said in Italian; anything in normal font is English. K love y'all.

Presley didn't even knock on the front door to his parent's house before entering. Instead, he pulled me into the house, navigating his way around to the kitchen. A short omega stood at the stove, stirring dinner, swaying his hips back and forth, humming a tune, completely unaware that we had entered the room.

Presley let go of my hand and walked around the island, poking the omega's shoulder. It was clear that it was Luna August when he turned his head. "Hey, mom," Presley smiled. August sat the ladle on the spoon rest and hastily moved to hug his son.

"Pea!" He kissed his son's cheek, a bright smile lighting on his face. "We missed you, baby-" He looked over to me. His smile turned into a tight-lipped smile, almost fake. "Charlie," August let go of Presley, reaching out his hand to me. Tentatively, I walked over to the two of them and grabbed his hand.

His hand was warm, feeling inviting and calming. It reminded me of my mom while she was the luna of the pack. I returned his smile and bowed my head to him.

"He's stunning Presley." August glanced back to my mate. "It's nice to meet you." I nodded my head, not clear on what he said. I glanced to Presley with questioning eyes.

"Has Mateo showed up yet?" Presley asked.

"He's with your dad in the dining room with the rest of the family. Do you mind if I have a moment with your mate Pea?"

"You'll need Mateo to translate. That's why he's here."

"Send him in here then, try to prepare your dad for your mate. He's still a little bitter for whatever reason." August shrugged his shoulders. "I want to get to know my son's mate." He looked back at me. I looked back and forth between Presley and his mom, still not knowing what they were saying to one another.

"I'll send Mateo in. Go easy on him?" Presley grabbed onto his mom's shoulder, looking him in the eyes.

"The person who you should be telling that to is your father. He's the one who has been saying stupid shit; he's been sleeping on the couch for the past week because he can't accept the fact that your mate is Charlie. Though I honestly think that he'll sing a different tune when he meets him again." He looked over at me. "It's kinda hard to be mad at him. He's just so adorable. I kinda wanna pinch his cheeks." August giggled.

"Thank you, mom," Presley kissed August's cheek.

Before he departed from the kitchen, Presley came to me, kissing my forehead, then my lips. After that, August and I sat in a comfortable silence for a couple of moments before Mateo entered the room.

"Good to see you again, Luna." Mateo's lips turned up into a smirk.

"Mateo." I nodded.

"You need me to translate for you, Luna August?" Mateo questioned the omega, who had gone back to stirring dinner.

"Yeah, I wanted to get to know him a little bit before Alexandre ruins dinner." August pursed his lips, rolling his eyes.

"Understood." Mateo nodded. "He didn't seem pleased that Charlie was going to be here."

August scoffed, "He's being a dumbass, an annoying dumbass."

"Understood." Mateo chuckled, leaning up against the island.

"Ask him how their travels were?" August looked back.