11...Mate sexual talk...

[Flashback continues]

I didn't realize I was fucked. Emotionally fucked. I stared at Barry, my lips slightly divided, watching as he snatched a book from the back seat before stepping out of the car.

I couldn't help but steal glances at him as we sauntered towards the large tattoo parlor. Inside, a tall figure awaited us—the tattoo artist. He was the only one present in the large tattoo parlor since a lot of other werewolves would be at work or in the classroom. I guess Barry is the only one thinking of a tattoo at this hour.

As soon as the tattoo artist eyes locked with Barry's, a flicker of recognition danced across his face.

"Bar, you're here" he said nonchalantly, his fixed look slowly shifting to me as I stood awkwardly by Barry's side.

Barry flashed him a wide grin. "Don."

Don's smile never reached his lips, leaving me to wonder if he was harboring anger or simply didn't believe in returning smiles. His eyes were still on me.

"So, you brought your girlfriend" he remarked, his tone still lacking warmth.

"What? Girlfriend?" I protested, hastily distancing myself from Barry.

"Aren't you with Bar, girl?" Don inquired, his studying eyes moving between the two of us.

"With Barry?" I scoffed, taking another step back.

Don gave a single nod "You're not dating him?"

I scoffed again "Date Barry? Fuck no."

Don's stare bore into me, looking like he was about to murder me but I guess that's just how he looks at people. "And what's wrong with dating Bar?"

I shrugged, unable to find the words to explain myself.

"Come here for a sec, Bar" Don dragged Barry aside.

The werewolf part of me became active, my sharp werewolf senses got to work as I listened to their conversation, even though I was only half-werewolf myself.

"That's the female elder's granddaughter, Bar" Don whispered. Barry, ever the nonchalant one, stared back at him in a relaxed manner.

"You realize what you're doing here?" Don asked in a hushed voice, his tone filled with tension and a hint of warning.

Barry shrugged, his hand slipping into the pocket of his jeans in a slow, swaggering way.

"You fucking the female elder's granddaughter?" Don finally dropped the question, his tone showing how curious he is. Little did he know that I could hear every word they uttered.

I watched as Barry scrunched up his face, dismissing Don's idea. "Fuck no, man, I'll never do that"

"Really?" Don's tone showed he didn't really believe Barry "Bar, you don't have to joke around" He sighed "Just how many times have you shoved your energetic dick inside her? Hmm?"

I heard Barry's dry laughter "Come on, man! I ain't lying to you alright? I've never fucked this girl, okay?"

Don didn't say anything to that.

Pretending not to listen, I glanced around the shop, fanning myself with my hands. Their sexual talk brought heat flushing flushing through me, making me feel so hot.

[Back to the present]

My nana's phone beeped loudly, interrupting Barry when he was about to move his story further. She frowned, reading the incoming message. I watched her curiously from my seat, slowly chewing on a grapefruit as we moved on to desserts and wine in the large dining room.

"Kids, I need to go. I'll be right back" she announced, standing up to leave. "I'll definitely catch up with you guys later" she added, her smile bright. "So, I'll join you guys after I'm done with the elders' assembly. I can't wait to hear the rest of the story."

We all smiled in response, our eyes observing the way she took each steps towards the exit.

Barry continued with his story, painting a vivid picture that had my cousins hanging on to his every word. It was like he was telling a beautiful story of the slow love and burning passion of two love birds, but it's just the story of how he got his tattoo, a story he is yet to finish.

He started to give out the details he could give, while I find myself throwing him heated, angry looks from time to time.

"You see, I knew Pixie was only pretending not to listen to what Don and I were discussing" He said while I couldn't help but shoot him another glare, a skeptical glare. I mean, come on, how could he possibly know that I had overheard his conversation with Don?

"Barry, how did you know that Pixie heard what you and Don were talking about?" Pete inquired, staring directly at Barry.

Good question.

Barry smirked, looking rather pleased with himself. "I saw the blush on her face that day," he replied confidently.

Pete furrowed his brow, clearly not convinced. "A blush? That's how you know she heard your conversation?"

Barry nodded, his certainty unwavering. "Yep, that's exactly how I knew."

My scowl deepened. "You sound so sure"

"Because I am" he replied, still having that annoying certainty in his voice.

"And what if you were wrong?" I said, trying to tackle him.

"Wrong?" He turned his head towards my face, a mischievous glint in his eyes "Doesn't talking about sex make you blush hard?" He asked rhetorically in a low tone.

The temperature of my cheeks rose high at his last sentence, and I could feel myself blushing once again. "You still can't be so sure..." I trailed off, my voice barely a whisper.

"Well..." his tone was slow and his eyes slightly closed to look small. "What else could've made you blush that hard that day if not because Don asked if I was fucking you?"

And right there, I blushed harder, silence simultaneously descending upon the room, the weight of Barry's words hanging in the air.

"So what other naughty things did Pixie secretly listen to you and talk about that day?" One of my cousins asked, breaking the silence in a bad way.

"Nothing" Barry answered, disappointing my cousins.

"Nothing?" They repeated it, finding it hard to believe.

"He's not lying," I chipped in, surprising Barry.

The room fell silent again before Tina broke it.

"Well, I'll still want the story to continue."

Barry twisted strands of his hair around his finger. "Can we not talk about it anymore?"

"Oh, why?" Pete chipped in, having an evil smile on his face. "Are you already close to the part where you were the one doing very disgraceful things and do not want to talk about it here so as not to embarrass yourself further, especially in front of these hot girls?" Pete mocked.

"Shut up, Peter" Barry temporarily silenced him "You don't understand" He whispered with a sharp tone.

Pete raised a brow "Oh, make me understand, please!"

"No matter how much I make you understand, you'll never still understand. You never did right from time, or maybe you just chose not to." Barry retorted with hard eyes while Pete showed him his vexed face. A look that can be interpreted as 'Fuck you'.

The tension between Barry and Pete was so intense with each passing second that it was so hard to think straight. I could feel the heat of their anger, and it was not helping matters that I was sitting between them.

"You know, you can prove me wrong and continue with your story, right here, right now!" Pete ordered, tapping his fingers angrily on the dining table.

"I can't do that!" Barry stated strongly that the baritone of his voice was very evident.

"Then I'm right!" Pete fired back.

"Stop!" I screamed with my eyes closed, and they did, but I could still hear their fast and furious breaths. I opened my eyes and sighed. "This should be a happy holiday, not a fighting one."

"Well, we still want to hear the story. We are curious to know what happened next" one of my cousins said, winking as if the two future alphas weren't just fighting about the same story she wants to listen to.

I glanced at the two guys on each sides of me, sensing the heating energy they were trying to cool down. I let out an exhausted sigh. "Alright, fine. I'll say the story this time."

Barry shot me a sharp, questioning look. "Pixie?"

I knew exactly what he was thinking. The memory I was about to share was something that should have remained private, due to its...wild content. But I knew what I was doing.

"Barry" I called back, using a firm tone, hoping he would understand the tone of my voice.

Of course I wasn't planning on uttering every single detail to everyone. The sexual part of the memory, well...I figured that was something Barry and I could discuss privately.

"Okay, so, um, where should I even start?" I asked, pouting slightly. Despite my intention to filter out the naughty scenes while telling the story, my mind couldn't help but linger on them. It was like a magnetic pull, drawing my thoughts back to those crazy aspects.