“When do you plan to announce your mate?” Thor asked Damian on the ride back.

“Who do I make the announcement to? Our Pack consists of five people so far.”

“You make the announcement here, in our Pack. You grew up here, and I think it’s only right that all the people you know, and who love you, be part of this amazing event. You should be ready to also announce your Pack name at the same time,” Thor said.

“We need to know when, Damian. We’ll make sure everyone is told and that they’re there,” his mother added.

“Is tomorrow too soon?” Damian asked Angel.

“Not if we can get my parents here. I’d really like them to know I’m okay, and that I found my soul-mate. They’re on the other side of the mountain, though.”

“You can give them a call when we get back and see if they can make it. If so, just let me know and I’ll get the word spread so we can celebrate the two of you properly,” Calista said.

“Mother, really. Don’t make this bigger than it needs to be or make a huge fuss. You guys have done more than enough with the village and our home. And giving us Anita.”

“Nonsense, son. This only happens once in your life,” Thor said. His voice boomed with pride and authority. The kind of tone Damian knew not to question, even if he was an adult. It would be an argument he’d lose for sure.

Damian looked at Angel. She scooted close to him. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, his fingers lifted her chin, and then he lowered his mouth onto hers. She was his world. His father was right. There would never be another woman for him. And he’d never let his Angel go.

 

 

Two days later, Damian and Angel were set to make the announcement of their union. Her parents had made it into town and were ecstatic to know she was safe, and happy.

Damian was in the bedroom, trying to decide what to wear. He really wanted to wear his new Affliction jeans with a button-down shirt. After all, there were no set-in-stone rules that had to be followed for attire. But his problem was that Angel was going to be wearing a beautiful beaded evening gown that her parents bought for her. If he wore jeans, he’d look far too informal. On the other hand, if he wore a suit, he’d feel too constricted.

“Baby, can you come here?” Damian called to Angel.

When Angel rounded the corner and entered the bedroom, Damian’s mouth dropped open. He stared at his beautiful mate.

“Can we skip this awful event?” he asked. He gawked at her in her off-white matching lacy panties and bra.

She walked over to him. “No, silly, we can’t. What can I help you with?”

“I was going to ask you a question, but now I may need help with this.” He grabbed his crotch.

“Later. We don’t have time right now.”

“Looking at you has made my dick incredibly hard. I don’t think it would be a good idea to go to this shindig in this condition. Do you?”

Angel rubbed her hand over the boxer briefs covering his growing erection. “What do you want me to do?”

“What would you like to do?”

“I’ve already showered and fixed my hair, and we need to leave in less than an hour. I hate to say it, but you’ll have to wait until the celebration is over.” Angel winked at him.

“Fuck,” Damian grumbled.

“You did call me in here for something. What did you want to ask me?” Angel asked. She poked her chest out teasingly and rubbed her hand across her stomach.

“Oh, yeah. I know this is a weird question, but do you think I have to wear a suit? Or do you think I could get away with wearing these jeans and a button-down?”

“I don’t recall this being a formal thing, and you know what I’ll be wearing. It’s up to you. Wear the suit pants and the shirt. Skip the tie and jacket. You’ll want to be comfortable, because we may be there all night.” Angel ran her fingers across Damian’s bare chest before she walked back into the bathroom.

“You really didn’t help me, you know,” Damian said. He could hear Angel giggling in the bathroom.

When she walked back into the bedroom, she saw her mate still staring at the jeans he had neatly laid on the bed.

“Just wear them and get ready,” she said. Angel went to the closet and removed her gown from the hanger. She stepped into it and wiggled it up past her hips, then worked it up onto her shoulders.

“Can you zip this for me?” she asked.

“I’d rather take it off.”

“Later, my love. After the party.” Angel smiled. “I have a question for you.”

“Okay.”

“Have you ever given any thought to how many kids you want? I know your parents seem to think we’re going to single-handedly populate the Pack.” They both laughed.

“Two would be nice. Maybe a boy, and a beautiful little girl who looks just like her mommy,” Damian said. “How many little ones would you like to have?”

“I think two sounds like a good start.”

When Damian got the zipper pulled all the way to the top, he turned Angel to face him and lowered his mouth onto hers. He held her close and fought the urge to run his fingers through her hair.

“Damian, get dressed. We need to leave soon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered.

“Wear the jeans. I don’t care. After all, it’s our party. We can dress how we want to, right?”

“That’s true. But I know my mother and father will frown seeing me in jeans.”

“You have about five minutes to figure it out, dearest. We need to leave in less than a half hour. But trust me, I’m fine with either choice.”