#smashed pie

You have had enough fights over her antics. Mary doesn’t understand that she is no longer the omega of his pack. You are.

Tonight, you came up with the perfect plan to keep your alpha at home. You cooked his favorite meal, baked a delicious cherry pie, and the cherry on top is the sexy lingerie you bought on your way home. A little pre-Christmas gift for your mate.

There’s no way your alpha can resist pie and you.

“Sweetheart, I’m home,” he calls, walking into the kitchen, his stomach growling.

"Hey baby," you reply, winking at your alpha.

“Oh, you cooked,” Dean says, sheepishly looking at you. “Umm… Mom called on my way home. She has a problem with one of the windows and is cooking to pay me back for my help.”

“You agreed to spending another evening with your mom without telling me, so?” You narrow your eyes. “I cooked for hours!”

“It’s one dinner, Y/N. I… I’m sorry. She feels so lonely since Dad is away so often.” You harrumph and cross your arms over your chest.

“I slowly understand why John is away most of the time.” You hiss at your alpha, ready to throw the food you prepared at him. “You won’t go over there tonight. If so, you’ll regret it.”

“She’s my mom, baby,” he tries to use his scent and alpha voice to make you melt in his arms. No such luck tonight. Maybe your omega wants to roll over and please your alpha, but the pissed woman won’t let her. “It’s an hour or two.”

You pucker your lips, looking at Dean. “It’s the whole fucking evening for two months straight. We barely see each other, and if we have some time, your mom keeps you away from me.”

“I’ll hurry and won’t eat at her place. I swear,” Dean purrs your name before kissing your cheek. “She’s my mom.”

“Fine,” you snap at Dean. “Go and eat her food too. Obviously, you hate my food and would rather spend your time with mommy than me.”

Dean sighs when you throw your apron at him and walk out of the kitchen. He’s torn between helping his mother and pleasing his mate.

“One last time. Dad will be back over the weekend.”

You’re against wasting food, but tonight you’ll put your foot down and prove a point.

Instead of saving Dean’s portion and putting it in the fridge, you throw it away.

You ate a slice of the pie you made for Dean, and the rest joined his food in the trash. You put a cherry on top of it, smirking darkly.

“If you fuck with your mate, you won’t get my food. Have fun eating at mommy’s place every day from now on,” you snicker, knowing how much it will pain Dean that he missed out on a slice of pie. On the other hand, you’re sure his mommy gave him all he needs.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Three hours later, Dean sneaks around your house, still hungry. He sniffs, searching for the food you prepared for him. “Baby?” He switches the light in the kitchen on, heart stuttering at the sight of the cherry pie that lies abandoned in the trash. “Nooooo! Who did this to you, pie?”

He whines low in his throat, debating whether to save some of the pie. Your alpha paces around the trash, eyes glued to the ruined pie.

“Why, pie?”

“What’s the fuss about?” You sleepily rub your eyes. “Can you stop being so loud? I have work tomorrow.”

“Uh—why did you throw the pie and my dinner away?” He wildly gestures toward the trash. “What did the pie ever do to you?”

“Well, you left to eat at your mommy’s place. Again. If you don’t stay for dinner, it tells me you hate my food and spending time with me. From now on, I’ll only cook for myself. You can eat with mommy every night and day. I don’t care any longer.”

“What? I…” Dean splutters. His eyes widen when he finally looks at you. You’re wearing the sexy red satin négligée you bought. His mouth waters, and his pupils are blown. “Sweetheart…” Your alpha purrs now, forgetting about his rumbling stomach. “I could just eat you.”

“No. I’m not on the menu, either. If you don’t spend time with me, you won’t get sex either.” You twirl around and walk away, leaving your horny and hungry alpha behind.

“But…sweetheart… Uh…she didn’t cook for me! It was a trick to get me to come over,” he whines low in his throat. “Y/N? Omega? Please???”

Your heart aches, and your omega whimpers in the back of your mind. Every fiber of your body and soul screams for you to help your alpha and feed him. “No. Not this time. He’ll never learn if I give in again…”

Dean tries again, but you refuse to make him food or even let him scent you.

You even locked the bedroom door to keep your alpha away from you for the first time since you mated.

Tonight, he can wallow in regret. Maybe tomorrow he’ll think about what he did to you by leaving every time his mother called.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Dean ushers you inside the kitchen the moment he hears you. “I made breakfast. Your favorite and I brewed tea for you.”

Your alpha pulls the chair for you, pecking your cheek before he prepares a plate for you.

“Uh—I’m sorry for last night and the other nights.” He clears his throat, hoping to get back in your good graces. “You put so much effort into cooking for me, and the pie, and the lingerie. I shouldn’t have left to help my mom.”

“Dean, I would never stop you from helping your mom, you know that. But…” You try to find the right words. “Your mother must respect our bond. She cannot come up with random excuses to lure you in. Why does she never ask me to come with you? I could help her make dinner while you fix whatever she broke on purpose.”

“You’re right,” your alpha agrees. “She’s…out of control. I know she’s missing Dad, but this is no excuse for disturbing our alone time. I didn’t get any food last night.” He drops his head, whining again, to mourn the smashed pie. “I didn’t get to taste the pie. All because of her.”

You chuckle but narrow your eyes when he steps closer to sniff at your neck. “Whose fault is that? You could’ve come back right away. I waited for two hours before throwing the food away.”

“I’ll stay here from now on.” Dean seems to be honest when he says, “I told Mom that if the house isn’t on fire, not to call me again.”

“We can help her if she needs us, Dean. All I want is for your mother to respect boundaries and not to interfere with my cycle. Last night would have been the perfect night for another try.”

“Last night…” Dean’s eyes darken. He sniffs at your neck again, purring low in his throat. “Don’t lie to me. I can smell you’re fertile. I guess we will both call in sick.”

“What about your mother?” You squeal when Dean grabs your waist. “Maybe you should ask if she needs help first.”

“Sweetheart. I will have my hands full breeding this cunt,” he growls in your ear. “And I called Dad yesterday. I told him my mate refused to let me scent her and threw my pie away. He’ll have a serious conversation with Mom.”

“Means he’ll make amends for leaving her alone for so long…”