Black’s POV, after a month in the farming village:
“So, my mate,” Brian says with a jokeful tone as we sit arm in arm watching Peter with his mate Mathilde with him on her lap. She is almost two heads taller than him and might beat me in a fight when it comes to strength if not in skill. Admittedly Peter is short for a werewolf, but the female orc is taller than Sam too, not by much, but she sure is big as most orcs are. They look cute together, and I smile, leaning into Brian.
“What, my mate?” I respond, wondering what he is going to joke about this time.
“Would you have liked to have several mates as Lucky has?” he asks, and 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
