Look, I don't quite remember Angela's name, it's wither Angela or Angelina, don't really care. Angela is probably what I'll use for this story.
Angela's pov:
'How dare he mate with that disgusting Grimm. Especially since those bastards have killed our people,' Angela thought, her anger and rage thrumming through her veins. To say she was shocked, appalled and utterly pissed off was the understatement of the century. She had come back to Portland for the simple fact that she wanted Monroe and their mating season had been approaching. The male Blutbad was one of the few males of their kind that she could actually tolerate, one of the few she was actually willing to permanently mate with. He was reliable, steady, a good fuck, and could give intelligent conversations at the best of times. She'd chosen him years ago for her life mate, even when they had that falling out in their relationship.
Monroe, Angela knew, would make an excellent mate, regardless of being reformed. Angela had made him slip once, she knew she could do it again. But what she hadn't expected when she returned for mating seasons, was Monroe already mated. Angela had been shocked, disgusted and pissed when she say who Monroe had permanently mated himself too. He was off limits now, by every sense of Blutbad rules and it had to be to their sworn enemy.
'Oh I'll get my revenge for this, make them hurt so badly that they wont even be able to think straight. I'll prove I'm the better choice in mates,' Angela snarled silently as she paced the abandoned house she was currently squatting in.
With Nick & Monroe:
Monroe was the first one of the two to actually wake up the next morning, he always was. His internal alarm clock had been a persistent thing since his mother pounded into him and his brothers when they were pups. Monroe loved early mornings though, loved the peace and quiet that came with it. In the more recent days, it held a new, more important meaning to his day. It meant that Nick was there, pinned tightly to his side, sleeping off the hard fucking he'd given his mate the night before. Monroe loved watching the Grimm sleep, loved seeing the peaceful look on his young face. The wolf shivered when he shifted and felt his cock move inside of Nick. Nick grunted in his sleep and cuddle closer to the Blutbad.
Monroe was worried about how much sleep Nick was getting, considering the amount of stress Nick had in his life as being both cop and Grimm. The only reason that Nick coped at all was that he didn't really had no other choice. Monroe was just glad that his mate was getting some rest at the moment. The added stress of Monroe's mating season probably wasn't helping Nick at all, but he'd taken a week worths of vacation to help Monroe with it. The wolf nuzzled Nick's head carefully, breathing in Nick's vanilla and forrest scent. The Grimm gave a happy sigh and cuddled closer to Monroe's warm body, trying to get as much warmth as he could.
Monroe grinned and stroked Nick's slightly bruised hip. The Blutbad's grin widened when he remembered that the bruises on Nick's neck would probably stay a long time, hopefully so would Nick's limp. He wondered if Nick's cop buddies would notice the deep claiming marks on his Grimm's neck. They probably would, being cops and all, and would tease him mercilessly about them for several days. Monroe kissed Nick's head, loving that the cop cuddle closer to him as he did it.
Moments later, Nick let out a soft sigh before, regretfully, waking up. The Grimm looked confused for a moment before recognition dawned on his face. Nick looked over his shoulder at Monroe with a slow, happy smile before leaning up slightly and kissing the Blutbad gently on the mouth. Monroe kissed back happily, tightening his strong arms around the Grimm's lithe body. They pulled way slowly, grinning at each other.
"Mornin'," Nick mumbled out, blue-grey eyes still glazed with sleep.
"Morning, sleep well?" Monroe replied. Nick tightened his muscles around Monroe's cock, stirring the older man to life. Monroe thrust into his mate lazily, enjoying how Nick immediately responded to him. Nick moaned as his prostate was hit and Monroe moved a little harder. A fist began to pump Nick's arousal in time with rabid thrusting. Moments later, both climaxed at the same time, both breathless, both relaxed. Before Nick could say anything, they heard the sound of the front door slamming open and a bellowing sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Monroe pulled out of Nick before the door slammed open, revealing Angela in all her bad girl glory. Monroe shot up and over Nick protectively, not wanting his mate to be hit by his ex-girlfriend. Angela snarled at what Monroe was doing, but more so at the scent of sweat and sex the permeated the air. Nick stared at the female Blutbad wearily, surprise was clear on his young face. Angela scowl deepened when they landed on Nick's face, or more precisely, on the bite marks on the Grimm's neck. Said Grimm shrank back slightly under her scrutiny, but didn't say anything