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Gusts of wind chased his tracks as Seonghwa darted forward without turning. The chill air made the forest even more eerie than he recalled.
One sharp grunt, two heavy breaths, and a hiss followed.
A branch snapped.
From afar, echoes of howling calls taunted the last bits of his sanity.
They found him.
The nearby bushes rustled busily, giving him the caution to move back. A step later, the rustling stopped, leading to a display of a gray wolf growling at him. Then, two smaller ones revealed themselves from behind. Seonghwa’s hind leg delayed his getaway when he tripped over a larger tree branch resting in the road’s center. The collective howl of unknown foes scratched his mind like forks on a chalkboard. So far, yet so close.
It traveled further and closer, and was undetectable.
“Awhoooooooh.”
A haunting howl finalized his fear when he realized he’d been cornered. The stench of mismatched pheromones caused his wet nose to throb, and Seonghwa growled again, although weak, to form his stance. The heat rushed through his body as millions of pin-prick needles suffocated him, making his body numb in ways he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.
“Back off.”
His attempt to warn the three wolves before him was futile, but Seonghwa wasn’t one fragile thing to trap.
“Stop resisting, Omega. You can’t escape.” The leader spoke, words dripping venom and disgruntlement. The statement contained too much ego, a blind confidence that fell dead on Seonghwa’s ears.
“Never.”
His bleeding leg wobbled, the blood gushing out nonstop, smeared his once-white fur due to the forced movements, and he had to bear the pain ever since he managed to escape from his previous pack’s village.
Now that they had tracked down to where he was and wounded him, Seonghwa vowed to fight tooth and nail before they could carry back even just a glimpse of his hair.
Without hesitation, the gray wolf lurched, catching Seonghwa’s unpreparedness to its advantage. The white wolf rushed aside, reaching the ground the two other wolves hadn't occupied, and made for another dart. The leading wolf grumbled angrily, chasing his tail in a bloodthirsty frenzy.
Seonghwa was in distress, crying as he ran as fast as he could with his injured leg, letting pure adrenaline rush to lead the way. The moon was unkind to him today as it was hanging high, full, and flawless, which fueled the wild, mindless creatures to chase him without remorse while Seonghwa fought for his life, praying for his survival under the prolonged heat.
He ran and ran, gasping and wheezing and sobbing through the woods with unfocused visions guiding the pebbled road. The crunchiness of dried branches rhymed with every pressure he landed, which led him towards another territory—he realized after running through the field for a minute and caught an overwhelming scent.
Alpha?
Seonghwa choked on the intensity of the pheromone commingling with marigolds, herbs, and rainforest.
The smell caught him off-guard that Seonghwa tripped over a hole of freshly dug soil—a gardening area, maybe. He must be near another pack’s territory.
Horror painted him at the thought of having two packs going after him this time; he was an intruder, after all. His ex-pack members also neglected the acknowledgment of stepping inside another’s pack area, too driven by the idea that their target was getting nearer.
Seonghwa cried, unable to stand up due to his legs giving up on him, and the lack of blood finally struck him. His pale face reflected the hungry wolves’ eyes as they rushed to where he was pulling himself out.
No.
He cried, shaking his head in denial.
No. He couldn't let them have their hands on him.
In the final pitiful attempt, Seonghwa looked at the moon and shed a tear, begging for anyone–just anyone, to please come and save him.
“Whoooooooh.”
The call was loud and clear, containing all sorts of urgency and hopelessness.
The wolves reached him quickly, snickering at his lamentable state with dominating satisfaction. “The chase is over. Omega. Continuing to disobey is a lousy plea to be ridden off.”
The leader's demoralized voice announced with malice. But Seonghwa didn't tussle this long to succumb to such defeat. He bared his teeth and sneered.
It didn't take long to grate the hot-blooded pack leader as he jumped through the field with swift action. Seonghwa could not help but burst out a pathetic whimper and cry another strain of howls.
Please. Someone, please.
Almost instantly, the intense combination of scents attacked his nose again, rushing from the nostrils to his temples, where he could feel both an ache and a calmness washing through his disheaving mind. The pack leader was immediately tackled by an aggressive black fur ball, not much larger than the gray wolf, yet much more intimidating and valiant. The two Betas in the back became cautious of the new figure and jumped in to protect their leader.
Despite being the same size as the other two, the black wolf was faster and more aggressive. Before they could reach the gray wolf, it had already managed to cause a massive bite on the pack leader’s neck. The leader howled in agony, twisting his neck away from the sharpened pang and ruthless teeth stabbing through the thick layer of fur. One of the Betas hovered over with a kick of its back legs to push the new Alpha away, but was countered with a quick turn from the black wolf.
The black wolf threw the useless gray wolf across the field and chased after the brown Beta, piercing a tormented bite on its stomach after pinning it down with its sharp claws. With fur brighter than the two others, the other Beta stepped back in fear, uttering growls that hardly provoked the new Alpha.
Although it was a clear three vs. one, it didn't seem like the black wolf was at a disadvantage. The three other wolves were insignificant, if not barely matching parts of the new wolf’s fighting skills. After a moment of tugs, all parties knew who had won the fight.
The gray wolf spat with angry growls. “Just you wait.” Its hesitation reflected how it marched backward, and the two others followed suit. The cowards’ retreat brought pride to Seonghwa, and he heaved in relief, seeing their shadows quietly fade away.
The black wolf took no chance to turn around and check on him.
The intense scents overwhelmed him again, submerging everything Seonghwa could sense like a fragrant pool. The Omega felt like he was drowning. It didn't take him long before he realized the smell was coming from the Alpha before him.
They locked eyes longer than Seonghwa thought was possible. He wanted to say something to the wolf, a thank you, probably. A proclamation of their unseeable bond beneath the moonlight, perhaps. Or even the addictive scents the Alpha carried. But every word fell dead on his tongue when the adrenaline dissipated, replaced with agonizing pain. His body went into shock, and he couldn’t maintain his composure. The black wolf immediately leaned down to nudge him in anxiousness as Seonghwa’s vision blurred, then faded altogether.
He didn't even know he had fainted until later, but the hazy memory of a young man who shifted in front of him, concerned eyes scanning over his wolf form, managed to ingrain in his mind.
Seonghwa’s Omega cried before the world was painted black.
Mate.
Seonghwa’s previous pack was conservative, quite stern about rules and whatnot, falling more under the traditional lifestyle of a pack. He was raised all his life under the roof of the pack, learning how to hunt, assist, garden, cook, and help his neighbors or bond with his pack members. The village was extensive, with generations lining up, then a community was created, and relatives from neighboring packs entered, turning the town into a harmonious society.
For years, the previous pack leader ensured it ran that way.
Then a tug of war broke out: A commotion occurred between the leader and his son, who gathered his followers in secret and declared a challenge to his father, claiming dominance. Along with the former leader–his parents–being the right-hand men, they fought tooth and nail, and unfortunately, fell along the downfall. The village advisors were replaced, and whoever went against the new establishment would be killed as an outcast.
Seonghwa’s life floated aimlessly when his pack became something entirely different. Before, he considered leaving the village, but a conflict arose at every attempt.
The son, the pack leader, was kowtowing in indulgence, debauchery, and other recreational consumption while neglecting his territory and people. His behaviors slowly enlightened the villagers to see him with different eyes—uneasiness and disenchantment, nevertheless, none of those thoughts were voiced in fear for their lives.
Life as an Alpha inside the village wasn't difficult, as other ranks considered that they’d still be needed around the town; for building properties, hunting sessions, or partaking in vital occupations to uphold the slowly but surely crumbling community.
A Beta would be judged for the lack of strength an Alpha would carry, or their uselessness in assisting other ranks in times of need, but they weren't as discriminated against as the Omegas.
A lot of times, Seonghwa, even if he knew it was a selfish thought, was glad that he didn't present as an Omega.
Seonghwa was presumed to be a Beta based on his old pack’s impression. For the longest time, Seonghwa also unquestioningly believed the idea. He didn't carry any scent and never had any rut or heat cycle.
Then his heat came, forcing him to be a late presenter.
Hearing the news that the son of the Parks, his deceased father’s advisors, came out to be an Omega, a greedy ambition surged within the leader, and a forced marriage was brought to bear, leading to Seonghwa’s unwillingness to cooperate and a desperate escape. The chase then began, and the rest was history.
The sounds of fire crackles mingled with the subtle herbal scent in the air, forming a calming aroma. Seonghwa cracked an eye open, body resting to the left as his other side warmed the rocky soil he was lying on.
It didn't seem to be daytime, save for the makeshift fireplace a couple of feet away from him that brightened his view. Seonghwa noticed a warm, freshly pelted bear fur cover that had recently been obtained beneath him—he could smell a hint of blood stench despite the maker’s extraordinary efforts to clean it.
Although the amenities were built to suit Seonghwa’s comfort, his body still throbbed tortuously. The few loud crackles of fire succeeded in waking him, and he feverishly stared at his surroundings. The rocky color of what was meant to be a ceiling was a telltale sign of a naturally formed shelter. A solid, gloomy surface was on all sides, but the entrance indicated a hollow cave.
He also noticed his leg was all bandaged up.
Seonghwa sat up, bothered by the feeling of suffocation. The heat made his eyes hazy, and he felt agitated and restless as if his entire inside was rolled into a tangled yarn ball.
“Water?”
The stranger's voice broke the air, and Seonghwa glanced at the source of the sound with an alarmed look. He didn't respond.
“I’m Hongjoong.” The Alpha threw another stack of branches he had gathered into the fire pit, sitting criss-crossed on the other side, unfazed by the Omega’s perturbation. Black mullet, ears full of rings, and a charming smile that made Seonghwa’s heart skip a beat when he noticed the sharp canines peeking out. His voice suited him—light and gentle.
“You fainted, so I found a nearby cave to settle us down.” The Alpha continued, then offered a hand, which Seonghwa didn't take but returned a skeptical look.
“How long was I out?” He asked instead.
“Half an hour, probably.” The stranger briefly stared at the cave entrance, then returned his glance at Seonghwa. “Not too long ago. But you can rest some more if you would like. I can guard outside.”
Seonghwa wanted to address the elephant in the room, and he could tell the man did too with the stare he was giving, but he must have refrained from dreading the water. Even if Hongjoong didn't announce it, Seonghwa could feel the tension the second he was awake.
“Let me know if you need anything.” The Alpha stood up, dusting his pants with swift movement as he stepped over the fire, voice remained calm and gentle, and Seonghwa’s stomach churned, at the fear of his mate—whom he just learned about roughly half an hour ago—abandoned him when he was in need, and the uncomfortable fact that his heat was crashing down like waves.
Seonghwa knew why his heat started so abruptly: being under constant distress throughout the chase, as the wolves that tracked him emitted such intense pheromones, driving him into endless dismay, was one thing; his injured leg was another. Then, on top of it all, the moment the Alpha’s scent hit him, the heat that was supposed to come in a week later rolled off when Seonghwa was most unexpected; the Omega could only do so much to fight against it.
So, here he was, face flushing and body aching. Needless to say, the leaking beneath his pants was guaranteed. He wondered how his current appearance was, and was curious about the Alpha's thoughts when seeing him in this condition. He could feel the self-restraint rolling off the Alpha’s shoulders at how unbothered he tried to appear, yet his body was stiff like a log, and his eyes were focused on anything but him. Although ashamed that they could have met under better circumstances, a part of him was proud that he could stir something up within the stranger destined to be his partner.
Seonghwa felt a little thankful that the Alpha was trying to make space for him, even though he knew they were mates despite the lack of confrontation.
“...Seonghwa.”
The Omega softly revealed, making the man’s steps halt from leaving. “My name is Seonghwa.”
“Seonghwa.” The Alpha copied, saying the name as if testing the sound on his tongue. “If you need anything, let me know.”
Seonghwa would have agreed to that any other day if it hadn't been for the current situation. When Hongjoong planned to step out of his way with the last bits of sanity he had left, Seonghwa grabbed his wrist, looking up with a hint of desperation.
The Alpha immediately froze with a sharp breath.
“Don't go.”
Seonghwa knew it was pathetic with how his voice dripped with a weight full of expectation, like a rock patched over his vocal cord, muffled, yet full of desire.
“I–”
Hongjoong looked down, gulping. The Omega knew he also wanted it, how his instinct was fighting for its life, screaming at him to do something, but like a proud, well-trained dog, he held back with all his might. And it made something tingling inside Seonghwa’s stomach. Maybe it was too early to say this, but mate or not, Seonghwa thought he could trust him.
“Are you sure?” The Alpha asked again as if a reminder for himself and a warning for the Omega.
Seonghwa knew that regardless of the time being asked, his answer wouldn't change.
“You don't know me. Are you sure?” The Alpha repeated, still standing stiffly, glancing at him with a different look this time. “I might hurt you.”
Seonghwa knew it was for the better that the latter had to reach this extent, but he knew the Moon Goddess would not put him in this position if it weren't for a reason.
“You won't.” Something prodded him, something that was brave enough that it encouraged Seonghwa to reveal his sincerity. Maybe it was his Omega, or perhaps it was pure instinct. “Because you are my mate.”
The words seemed like a charm that lit up the atmosphere. The air immediately drowned in an intensified scent of rainforest, and Seonghwa felt like he was submerged in a gigantic, bottomless lake. Hongjoong’s eyes completely shifted into something much more sinister, like a wild animal breaking out from a cage, making Seonghwa’s body release its scent of morning dew and honeysuckles to accommodate the change. The mixture of pheromones engulfed them, blinding their senses.
The Omega’s breath was instantly taken away as Hongjoong leaned down, pushing him onto the brown fur with no mercy. Although roughly, he was still holding back from being too aggressive when he kissed him, and Seonghwa let out a sigh, opening his mouth with little constraint. The Alpha sucked his bottom lip lightly, cradling his face with one hand while the other supported the back of Seonghwa’s head like a pillow. They made out for a few minutes before Seonghwa ran out of breath, cheeks rosy and warm from the attention. He weakly pushed Hongjoong away to regain some stability, not that it was needed.
The Alpha, while still looming over him, paused briefly as he inspected Seonghwa’s appearance, and the dark stare of lust intensified when he noticed Seonghwa’s swollen lips tremblingly gasping for air.
“I can't believe the Moon Goddess has brought our fate together.” Seonghwa heard him mumbling. “You are too good to be true.” And a crimson shyness crept over his cheeks, as if he hadn't already been blushing hard enough from his heat.
“I should be the one saying that. You stepped into my world like a breeze. Even if we weren't mates, I believe you would still do the thing you did. You are also too good to be true. Thank you for saving me.”
Hongjoong didn't retort, so Seonghwa knew he hit a nail. Instead, the man pressed in again and softly pecked his lips like he was one precious thing. And Seonghwa’s stomach twisted in braids; his Omega whimpered inwardly, satisfied. Then, as Seonghwa blinked wonderingly at him because of the lack of response, the Alpha patted his cheek and nudged his nose over Seonghwa’s with a change of subjects.
“Why did they chase you? Who were those wolves?”
Seonghwa hadn't been one to talk about himself when asked, but that was only because he didn't trust anyone enough aside from his family to disclose a part of himself. But he knew he was safe here, lying beside Hongjoong, a stranger he had just met, and he wouldn't be harmed in any way talking about himself with the Alpha.
“My old pack.” Seonghwa briefly gazed over the topic. He figured it was better to discuss in detail in the future. "There was a pack takeover, and I was a late presenter. I thought I was a Beta until I wasn't. And the pack leader thought of disregarding me until he found out I was an Omega and wanted to force a bond on me.”
In fact, Seonghwa was trained to take over his parents’ steps of being the pack leader’s future advisor, if it wasn't for the chaos that the man himself had wrought.
Hongjoong became rigid at the information, and Seonghwa subconsciously felt that the man tightened his hold on him, but he didn't point it out.
Maybe the Alpha’s possessiveness caused such a reaction, but rather than being concerned about it, his Omega was cheering inside like it had won a prize. Nevertheless, Hongjoong kissed him again, with more eagerness and possession. And Seonghwa just took it all like he was built for it.
The kiss came from a slow pace to a more aggressive take, and Seonghwa once again felt like he was short on air, wanting to break off, but also wanted to stay like this forever, never feeling like he had enough. He knew his heat contributed largely to this urge, but at the same time, he felt like he was stepping out of his comfort zone. For all his life, Seonghwa hadn't been with a partner, or even a casual one since he never had a rut or heat before since he was thought to be a Beta, and when his first heat started, he was all alone, struggling through the week of pain in his room—his comfort.
Even if he had learned about the rut and heat cycles of wolves—with the privilege of knowledge being the son of high status within the pack—Seonghwa never had any experience with anyone.
And realistically, he should be scared. He didn't know what he was supposed to do or how to do it. But it seemed like Hongjoong knew what he was thinking, so before Seonghwa even got to voice his concerns, the Alpha held his hand and brought it to his chest.
“Don't overthink. Let your instinct guide you.”
Hongjoong seemed to be more experienced, and Seonghwa knew it must be because he had always been an Alpha, and had been through plenty of cycles of rut himself that he could handle everything in his sleep, unlike Seonghwa. A part of him was bitter and jealous that he wasn't there when those ruts occurred, and the Alpha must have been seeking relief from someone else, which was normal. But still. He didn't like the idea in the slightest.
“What are you thinking of?” Hongjoong broke his train of thought, and the Omega shook his head, brushing the displeasure off.
“Nothing. I’m just…I don't know…Not sure what exactly I’m supposed to be doing.” He looked away, reminding himself that this was partially true. And the Alpha’s eyes softened at the confession.
“As I was saying,” He said, “let your instinct guide you. And allow me to take care of you.”
That did the trick. Seonghwa nodded, mumbled a shy “okay,” and obediently lay on the fur.
He knew his body wanted Hongjoong, at the way his clothes had been soaking wet this entire time, and at how his body ached in ways he could not describe, but was soon soothed whenever Hongjoong touched him at particular spots.
Despite the Alpha’s efforts to make him comfortable in his own skin, Seonghwa knew it wasn't enough. After a moment of pampering in littering kisses, testing the water, the burning in his stomach heightened, pain spreading across his body like wildfire.
Seonghwa realized his heat had fully arrived, and it made him want to vomit and scratch his skin off until it peeled. Hongjoong stopped the cuddling midway when he sensed the shift and the way Seonghwa’s pheromone intensified tenfold. He paused to observe when Seonghwa unconsciously led his hand towards his stomach, beseeching him to do something. When he checked the Omega to ensure what was happening, he was long gone, his eyes distracted and bleary.
Like Hongjoong suggested, Seonghwa had let go of himself and let his instinct take over.
“Alpha.” The Omega whimpered, pressing Hongjoong’s hand on his stomach again. He spoke in a hushed tone, barely audible. “Need you. It hurts.”
“I’m here, baby. What do you want me to do?”
Seonghwa seemed frustrated by the words. Instead of doing what he wished him to do, Hongjoong asked him, and that riled him up. He hoped the Alpha could read his mind instead of asking nonsensical questions.
“Hghn,” he whined, dissatisfied. “Touch me.”
“Touch you how?” The Omega seemed fed up with another question. It was as if Hongjoong was teasing him, and he couldn't help but frustratingly follow his guide like some desperate, over-shedded sheep beckoned for his fur to be trimmed.
“Please.”
“Hmm?” Hongjoong slowly reached for his pants, hungry eyes bored onto his trembling body, voice teasing in a light, whispering tone. “You have to make clear what you want, beautiful. Or else I won't know.”
“Alpha, please.” Seonghwa sobbed, begging when he felt the latter’s hand rubbing over his stomach underneath his shirt, and helplessly hitting the man’s chest. “Please fuck me. Fill me in. Take me. Anything. Please.”
The devilish grin of a cat that got the cream on the Alpha's face was undeniably menacing, like he finally got the answer he was fishing for, and Seonghwa fell right into it, struggling under his mercy. If Seonghwa were still sane, he wouldn't have succumbed to such demeaning behavior this easily. But he wasn't himself the second he asked Hongjoong to stay. All that was left was a heat-driven Omega begging to be wrecked.
“As you wish.” The Alpha smiled, pulling off Seonghwa’s shirt without struggle, then carefully tugging his pants off without pressing on the injured leg, and watched the way his cock sprang free the second he had his hands on the Omega’s underwear. The entire thing was undeniably drenched, and Seonghwa wasn't cognizant enough to be ashamed. Hongjoong, on the other hand, felt like he had just hit a jackpot. He dragged a finger across the slick leaking from his hole and slightly gazed over the rim—petite and pretty; a satisfying smile painted his face as Seonghwa sobbed and shivered when a cold finger slid in.
“Fuck. Look at you.” He watched the way the Omega squirmed under his inspecting gaze. “All wet and desperate for me.” His finger got sucked in like quicksand. The Omega probably didn't even realize he just did that.
Seonghwa grabbed the Alpha’s wrist with a hazy mind at the comment, whining loudly. Then he cried when Hongjoong stopped moving, “Please, Alpha. Need you so bad.”
“Shh, I know,” Hongjoong assured him, grabbing both of his wrists with one hand and placing them on top of his head. “Stay still like a good doll for me, alright?”
Seonghwa nodded, looking down at where the Alpha was touching him, back aching in a perfect curve when Hongjoong pressed on a sensitive spot, and a moan uncontrollably slipped out as the Alpha rubbed over his rim again, slowly plugging back inside at a uniform pace. He felt naked and bare, completely vulnerable, all under the Alpha’s mercy. And he loved every second of it. His slick dripped down the fur, smearing the surface sticky.
Seonghwa was embarrassed by the way his body behaved, like an uncontrollable invention that needed to be activated the right way, and he clearly wasn't the programmer since he didn't know what his duty was to function appropriately. At least not in this position aside from begging his Alpha with a tearful, longing look.
A second finger entered, and then both stretched around, expanding him, causing a ruckus around his crotch. He could feel the pressure rolling through his body, urging for relief. Hongjoong pulled in and out swiftly with ease, and he paused for a second to drink in the alluring picture and the lustful stupor they were in.
Hongjoong was mesmerized by Seonghwa’s glassy eyes, his sensitive body twitching, and his voice gasping in ways that caused chemical alterations in his brain. His Omega was gorgeous. Parted lips and hazy eyes, his voice soft yet broken. He looked like he belonged in a fancy display, only to be seen and not touched. Hongjoong felt blessed to be the winner, holding his partner in his arms like a pirate with a treasure chest.
Seonghwa moaned aloud when a third finger thrusted inside of him. His eyes closed as the air cut off every time Hongjoong dragged his fingers, as if he couldn't figure out how to breathe correctly.
But even if the reaction was engaging, Seonghwa felt like there could be more, and his Alpha knew this was nowhere close to satisfying him.
“A-Alpha.” The Omega whimpered, shaking his head, “I'm ready. More.” His hand reached up to push Hongjoong’s fingers away, wanting to exchange them for something else.
Hongjoong moved back, licking his bottom lip. “Want more of what? What do you need, angel?”
He knew it was torturous to test them both this way, but he didn't want to do something that his mate didn't want him to, even if it chewed him inside out.
“Alpha!” Seonghwa cried when Hongjoong shoved his fingers in, ignoring his plea while pulling his hips on top to wrap around his waist, “Please.” The broken sound of pity was voiced again, with a sob tip-toeing at the end of the word. And that snapped a part of him that was trying to be polite, because the next moment, Seonghwa caged Hongjoong’s hips with his thighs, the Alpha growled, and pressed him against the floor to dive into a heated kiss.
Seonghwa’s head hit the bear's fur, which knocked the air out of him from being caught off guard. He weakly opened his mouth, letting his mate go on a rampage, drowning in their combined pheromones.
Hongjoong’s hands were everywhere, touching up and down Seonghwa's body, then on his own, as he took off his clothes with practice, returning with more groping, breaking off the intensity as they both gasped. Seonghwa choked on his air, his face a fluttering mess. The Alpha immediately attacked his neck this time, nipping around the collarbone in calculated patterns, inhaling the skin near where the mate bond would be. He left a bite before checking on Seonghwa, and smiled when he saw the drifted look in his eyes.
He knew what Seonghwa was planning to say. The Omega wanted more, like a starving hyena begging to be fed. And no matter how much Hongjoong gave him, he knew it would never be enough unless he did what was asked. Seonghwa whined again when he realized the Alpha stopped and stared at him, tugging at his wrist with a cry when he didn't see him move. And then–
“A-ah, ah!”
Hongjoong didn't even give him a warning before he rammed in.
It didn't even hurt due to excessive slicks dripping from him and previous well stretching. Seonghwa also didn't realize in that brief second while watching him in stillness, the Alpha had already coated his cock using the slick that he collected earlier from his two fingers. Seonghwa thought that he was mostly inside him at this time until Hongjoong gave him an amusing smile at the way his face contorted in pleasure. He thought it was deep enough, but to begin with, Seonghwa wasn't familiar with an Alpha’s anatomy, so he didn't know Hongjoong would still be able to push in further, he didn't get to catch a glimpse of the size due to their position construed his view, but it was almost seemed like the previous thrust was only halfway in with the length of it all.
At that moment, he felt lightheaded, elated, and complete; all from being bottomed out.
The Omega’s body went limp, trying to wrap itself around the intruder. His whines echoed across the cave, driving Hongjoong to insanity. It was only one push, and Hongjoong hadn't even moved yet, but his Omega already looked like he could come right then and there, eyes watering and unfocused.
“Where are you going, baby?” He reminded him, shifting their body in a more comfortable position, before he lifted the latter’s injured leg to prevent himself from accidentally hurting it. And when Seonghwa gave him a lost look and a soft, inquiring hum, he immediately called into action.
The Alpha slipped out, then drove Seonghwa’s body down along with him with no indication of intent.
“Ah, ah, ah– wait!” The Omega gave out a crying string of pleasure, feeling the tension in his groin building slowly yet surely, twisting and turning when Hongjoong slammed and dragged it in a rough rhythm. His raised leg allowed his hole to open wider, making space for the slide. The Alpha was ramming into him with no restraint. Every time he pushed out entirely, there would be a quick pause before he shoved back in at a maddening speed, making Seonghwa scream, toes curling and body aching.
Seonghwa sobbed, trying to hold himself on the ground since his entire hips were now elevated, connecting repeatedly to Hongjoong; his back being dragged across the fur, and his fingers scratched on the ground to find stability. Hongjoong grunted at how his whole body clenched around him and groaned louder when he saw the way his Omega looked, downright debauched and lascivious. Seonghwa gaped at every thrust coming his way, taking them in like the good Omega he was. Pleasure got him almost to the verge of tears, and he twisted and turned, fingernails marking lines on the ground.
“I-It feels so good.” The Omega panted, words chopped midway every time their hips met, taking him in like a champ, “More, more, more, more–”
It was like music to Hongjoong’s ears, with the way Seonghwa cried and drooled, eyes shut tight while his body swayed along the directions Hongjoong was guiding him, the Alpha thought he had reached heaven. Even better, Seonghwa let out a scream when he pressed his palm on top of his groin, where his cock poked around with no coordination, and pressed on the bulge.
Seonghwa shrieked, back arched fully, then slumped back down as his body twitched like a broken toy. Then he yelped the second Hongjoong flipped him to lie on his stomach, and continued to slam into his swollen hole vigorously. One hand tightened around his hip, and the other stayed where his stomach was, pressing onto the tip of his cock that penetrated the Omega.
Seonghwa was a babbling mess, choking on his saliva as his body spread limply on the floor. His hips remained raised to accommodate Hongjoong’s brutal thrusts, and his face was lightly mashed between the soft brown surface and a hand that now moved from his stomach to his hair. Hongjoong was pinning him down, stripping his entire existence into a pretty little thing that was eager to be fucked. And despite how rough it seemed, Seonghwa loved every bit of it. It was like Hongjoong knew precisely what he wanted.
The repeated slaps of their hips deliciously resonated through the cave, and Seonghwa couldn't fathom how gone he was now, aside from wincing in an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. He wished the ache would end, but also hoped for Hongjoong to forever rail into him.
“Think you're close, baby?” Hongjoong pulled his hair back, making him lean into a sitting position, with both their knees as their grounding source. Hongjoong thrusted roughly from behind, connecting their bodies in rhythmic motion. Seonghwa gripped onto Hongjoong’s arm that wrapped around his neck to hold himself from falling, nodding desperately as the sharp thrusts bruised his nerves with precision, and he knew he’d come any time soon if Hongjoong didn't stop.
“Ah, fuck.” Hongjoong hissed when the Omega clenched at a particular thrust with a broken gasp, and bit his open neck like he was staking his claim. Him and him only. His head anchored Seonghwa in that position, with his right palm wrapped around his partner’s neck. The aching and pleasure drove Seonghwa near insanity, and he attempted to grip the Alpha’s arm for support until the man decided to–
Seonghwa screamed when Hongjoong’s other hand reached over to stroke his leaking shaft with ruthless force, “I’m gonna– I’m– Ah! Nnghhhhh–”
White streaks of cum spurted over the brown pelt, and his body instantly dropped as he weakly lay on the ground, hips twitching and pushing to nothingness to accommodate the phantom of ecstasy that remained after the release.
Silence briefly took over while he tried to recover, and it didn't take long to return to his senses. But the Alpha’s lack of response confused Seonghwa, so he turned around to check, only to be welcomed with Hongjoong’s abrupt entry, making him clutch the floor with a gasp.
“I know you need more than that,” Hongjoong said, grunting as he bottomed out again, labored breath was the telltale sign that he was also close to his relief. “If you want both of us to leave this cave in an hour and not a whole week later, I will have to knot you. It’s temporary, but it allows us to return to my pack to prepare this better. I want you to lie on a proper bed at least.”
Seonghwa’s breath hitched at the information. Hongjoong’s thoughtfulness touched him, but he had never been knotted before. When his first heat came, he stayed in his room for days, struggling to relieve himself while swimming in agony and an unexplainable hormonal reaction until the heat dissolved by itself. He had learned at one point that being knotted during heats or ruts made the cycle go by faster—a natural remedy from the creations of the Moon Goddess herself. However, the Omega had been scared of experiencing it.
Some time before, he had read somewhere that it was the most painful thing for an Omega to be knotted the first time due to the membrane protecting the Omega’s womb tearing off after their first intercourse. He also had heard about the pain his people had to go through when they got knotted for the first time.
It was almost hysterical how quickly Hongjoong could read him. The Alpha leaned down for a forehead kiss, reassuring him by leaving marks on his neck, back, and shoulders, while gently thrusting in this time with less intensity. Seonghwa softly moaned at every push that pressed his prostate.
“If it hurts, you can bite me.”
Seonghwa bit his lips, contemplating the idea. At the same time, it was mind-blowing how much self-restraint the Alpha had, calmly talking to him like this despite being in a hazy state himself. From what he had known, an Alpha’s self-control in the vicinity of an Omega in heat had always been close to zero. But that was an analysis collected from his old pack. Maybe his Alpha was raised differently.
But all in all, the man’s attentiveness constantly made his stomach flutter, and he thanked the Moon Goddess for giving him such a caring being.
Hongjoong pushed out enough to make space in between and flipped the Omega over again, lying on his back to make them face each other. Immediately, he shoved back in, fucking him again with that same brutal speed and watching Seonghwa fall apart as he sobbed, trying to take it all in.
Suddenly, Seonghwa felt that strange tension stretched inside him, and the blush painted on Hongjoong's face told him that he was close. Seonghwa’s body reacted the second he came and was hard again not even a minute later, so now that Hongjoong was fucking him over and over, he could feel the tension trying to unwind itself.
“Come for me, baby,” Hongjoong mumbled, hovering over him and leaving traces of kisses on his face. Embarrassingly yet instantly, the Omega gasped aloud, then keened as he came when he heard the words. Then he cried again when the thrusting returned, driving him into madness. Seonghwa never felt any of this before, and maybe it was due to his inexperience that he felt overwhelmed. But his partner had been kind to him so far and somehow knew about his limits.
It felt magical—maybe this was what it feels like to spend your heat with your destined one.
He could feel the Alpha’s cock expanding. Seonghwa could feel the way his body got used to it. Hongjoong moaned as he rammed in a couple more times, then groaned when he finally plugged in deep inside his Omega, and pumped him full of cum afterward. Seonghwa gasped at the stimulation, and how tight he felt, mouth agape and body trembling, trying to ground himself without hurting them both. The girth slowly increased in size, pushing the entrance of his womb at an alarming speed, and Seonghwa couldn't stop himself from crying.
“A-Alpha. Ah! It hurts. It hurts, it hurts– Hongjoong–”
“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry.” The Alpha kissed him, wiping off his tears and snotting that Seonghwa didn't realize he had shed as he slowly thrusted in a few more times to finish his part. “Bite me.”
Seonghwa bit his lips instead, shaking his head in refusal.
“Ngh,” He grimaced when the knot still expanded inside him, almost like it wanted to rip him apart. “Don't wanna hurt you.”
“Seonghwa, I’m hurting you. And it won't end anytime soon. Here.” He offered the left side of his shoulder, displaying his weakness in ways that made Seonghwa’s body tingling. Alphas were not prone to offering themselves since the gesture was usually considered too vulnerable. But Hongjoong did not heed that, and easing his mate’s pain was his priority.
So Seonghwa leaned in, biting hard on the rough skin tainted by scars and battle marks that the Alpha carried, like he had gone through stages of survival before he came to this point, and fingernails pinched on the man’s back. Hongjoong’s smoothing hand rubbed his back like a gentle assurance, and he realized he was trembling like a leaf. It took five minutes of him dealing with the knot, torturing him from the inside like an enlarged balloon, suffocating him, before he felt like it was easier to breathe, and his body slowly adjusted to the size of the monstrous thing.
A moment after, the knot stopped increasing inside, but the throbbing didn't elevate at all; with one wrong move, or a little too rough of a tug, Seonghwa would be writhing in pain. “How long does it take for it to die down?” He heaved shakily when Hongjoong readjusted himself, too scared to move.
“If we're lucky, then an hour. Usually it takes two.”
“Two?!” Seonghwa gasped, appalled by the discovery. “But won't you…get tired from being in the same position for two hours?”
Hongjoong seemed stunned by the question, giving him a quiet look because he didn't even think about whether it made him uncomfortable. He was somewhat worried about his Omega, who had to endure the knot for another possible two hours.
Watching Seonghwa, who blinked innocently at him, eyes red and puffy throughout the evening at such a close approximation, made his chest weighted with adoration. He wished he could wrap his angel in a blanket and keep him to himself forever.
“Don't worry about it, angel. I will be fine. I’m more concerned about you. I know you're tired. You can take a nap if you want. Might as well.”
“But…,” Seonghwa contemplated, not pleased with the answer, but the idea of resting sounded tempting, and exhaustion finally hit him full force. He pouted in the end, reaching his arms over to put around the Alpha’s neck and sighing.
It wasn't like there was any better suggestion. Even though Hongjoong was lying on top of him, the man still slightly lifted his body with his arms so he didn't put too much weight on him, and that caring gesture did wonders for Seonghwa.
He also realized he had become clingier ever since meeting his mate, which made him wonder how much more would occur to everything about him once they became official.
Regardless, as the fire began to die, Seonghwa’s eyes drooped by the second. He didn't even remember when he fell asleep. The last thing on his mind was the calm exhale of his Alpha.
“–found our Luna.”
“I was thinking he would be single all his life.” A high voice said.
“I guess all it takes is a night patrol near the garden, huh? That was the only day Yunho switched his shift with him. The Moon Goddess's signal is intriguing.” And a deeper one countered.
Murmurs seeped through the walls, with voices of strangers he had never heard before. Seonghwa didn't recognize their scents either, and when he puzzledly opened his eyes, the settings didn't make sense to him. His mind was foggy, almost like someone had shoved a giant cotton ball into his head, leaving him muddled.
Seonghwa thought he was in a cave before he fell asleep. The heat woke him up, and as an unpleasant reminder, it caused his body to throb as he stirred. Seonghwa didn't know where he was, and didn't grasp what was happening aside from the fact that the place was submerged in his Alpha’s scent, and his body was overheated like a lava stone. Seonghwa sat up, then let out soft hisses at how his body cracked whenever he attempted to move. And the soreness doubled down with the heat, which made him more uncomfortable.
Surprisingly, besides the slick that was now gushing out of him again to alert him to a new wave of heat, Seonghwa didn't feel dirty. It felt like the Alpha had cleaned him up before his waking.
“Don't move so soon, angel.” A soft voice spoke, and Seonghwa turned to the side to see said Alpha bundled himself beneath the fur blankets. “You're still not recovered.”
Everything smelled like him, Seonghwa thought. It had to be the man’s room.
“Are we inside your pack?” Seonghwa mumbled, rubbing his hazy eyes, and winced a little when he accidentally stretched his injured leg. The pain was somewhat subdued, but still hurt when he applied pressure.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong answered lazily, and Seonghwa finally had a proper look at him in his comfy state. “I took us back afterwards. Need help with that?”
“What?” Seonghwa didn't even register the question before he was pinned to the bed.
“You’ve been calling my name in your sleep for a while, angel. Don't act like you don't know what I’m talking about.”
Seonghwa gasped, finally noticing that his wrists were trapped under the Alpha, and there was a certain frenzy vibe about him that caught Seonghwa off guard. Hongjoong rubbed his body against him, then used his leg to press on Seonghwa’s hardened part, huffing like a dog in heat.
Suddenly, realization struck him, and Seonghwa’s nose flared at the understanding of why Hongjoong's scent was everywhere.
“Did I trigger your rut?”
“What do you think?” Hongjoong challenged him, and that made him gulp. “I was waiting for you to wake up this whole morning.” He said, leaning down and nosing over his bare chest, then gave a lick at his left tit. The sensation sent shivers down his spine. “While you were lying there, humping onto the blanket while calling for my name.”
“I-I did?” Seonghwa didn't recall that at all. But again, he was sleeping in the middle of his heat. Between his confused brain and Hongjoong, he figured there was more credibility in the man’s words.
Hongjoong scoffed in disbelief, then chuckled. “I guarantee that without outside factors, I usually control myself better. My rut didn't come from nothing.”
“Oh.”
This was such a turn of events. Seonghwa thought, moaning when the Alpha licked on one of his nipples again, then used his canine to gaze over it, and sucked it mercilessly. Seonghwa withered and twisted to the side, unable to escape from the torturing of pleasure. “What are you– Ah– ah! Hongjoong!” He gasped; his breathing became sharper.
“Take responsibility, angel. For what you did to me.” The Alpha said, then with a cunning look, sucked his chest harder, and groped the other one with the palm that had now released Seonghwa’s left hand, pinning his body entirely onto the mattress. Seonghwa hadn't realized how sensitive his chest was until now. And the Alpha was fondling and tormenting it for a while before he released it with a pop, sitting up to observe the way Seonghwa’s mouth gasped for air, chest heaving at an uneven speed. His chest was slicked with saliva, nipples red and swollen, as if they were begging for him to continue.
Seonghwa was so beautiful, lying there, pliant and relaxed, eyes full of lust and desperation, all because of him. His Alpha was hollering in joy, seeing his mate craving for his attention, hand gripping onto him for anchorage, and lips bleeding from all the gnawing that he caused to himself from being deep in bliss.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. Going to fuck you hard and well, gonna make you so full of my cum, of my seeds. Gonna make you mine.”
Seonghwa thought he was close to losing his damn mind at those words.
Without any saying but a quick slap onto his ass that made Seonghwa grunt, the Alpha adjusted himself, then rammed his hips to meet Seonghwa’s hole, watching the way his slick gushed out to embrace him, his swollen hole opened to suck the Alpha’s entire cock in a swift movement like some famished creature. Seonghwa panted, his mouth opened in shock, stimulated and overwhelmed simultaneously.
He sobbed when Hongjoong didn't leave him enough time to breathe, just lying there with fingers gripping tightly to the mattress, embracing all the impact like a good Omega he was. Seonghwa felt like a thirsty man in the desert; no matter how much he drank from the oasis, it was never enough.
More, more, more– He chanted in his mind, somewhere too far up the cloud nine from all the pistons Hongjoong caused. At every thrust, Seonghwa was a higher layer of cloud.
He came hard and quick, letting out a choked pant as his cum shot out, coating his abdomen, some of it even got onto Hongjoong’s. And the Alpha smeared it over his stomach like he was painting on a canvas before he got a bit of it onto his lips. Seonghwa blushed hard at the action.
“Mmmh,” Hongjoong hummed, continuing to ram onto him with a pleased smile like he just tasted one of the world’s seven wonders. “Even your cum tastes good.”
“Alpha–” Seonghwa was appalled to say the least, “What the hell?” The question didn't even linger long before Hongjoong fucked into him again, with an insane speed that got his eyes rolled back from overstimulation. An endless screaming train left him when Hongjoong lifted his hips and tugged his knees underneath Seonghwa. Then he folded him over, and fucked into him like no tomorrow.
“I’m going to breed you so well, baby. You gonna take it all and get me pretty pups after this, yeah? Our pretty pups. I’m gonna make sure you take in every single piece of mine. I’m going to breed you full, and you will take my knot so well, Omega. My beautiful mate. My wonderful, gorgeous Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa cried when every thrust came his way, all forms of body fluids gathered on his face, and sweat tainted his and Hongjoong’s bodies. “Please,” Seonghwa didn't know what exactly he was supposed to beg for, but he knew he wanted it. He wanted it so badly that he even colored Hongjoong’s back with feverish red marks, as if he were staking his claim on the Alpha. He wanted him. He truly wanted him. And he was so elated to see the future they would hold, the children they would have, and the love they would share. He wanted to be in every part of it.
“Breed me, knot me, have me, Alpha. I’m yours.” He teared up, choking when he saw how Hongjoong looked at him, at how gentle he kissed his tears when he released inside him, stuffing him full with countless shots of cum with a knot that followed, locking their fates together. Seonghwa’s stomach slightly inflated, and he caressed it, satisfied. There was no pain this time, and Seonghwa heaved in relief that he could finally take Hongjoong's knot without worrying him with any expression of pain on his face.
“And so am I,” Hongjoong whispered, kissing the crown on his head. An unfathomable wave of endearment washed over him, and he leaned down, hungrily kissed Seonghwa’s luscious lips. They made out for the longest time, bathing in the contentment and comfort they shared.
Afterward, they locked themselves inside Hongjoong’s bedroom for six days, since Seonghwa’s heat broke off midway and rotated with Hongjoong's rut. By the morning, when Hongjoong’s sanity functioned normally again, Seonghwa suddenly felt anxious about getting out of the room and finally meeting his pack members.
During the cycles, whenever they needed to eat or drink, a pack member would knock on the door to drop something like a scheduled meal plan along with a gallon of water, and Hongjoong would always be the one to open the door and take in the items. Seonghwa always hid himself under the blanket due to embarrassment. At the time, he wasn't ready to see anyone yet, especially not in that ridiculous state. But hell, even now he didn't even know if he was prepared for that despite being fully recovered from the heat.
He had no excuse to use and nobody to save him. Hongjoong watched the way his face lowered in deep thoughts while they were cuddling, giving him an amused smile while moving his bangs to the side.
“What's in that little head of yours, beautiful? You seem worried.”
“I was just thinking that…” Seonghwa gnawed on his bottom lip, playing with the hem of Hongjoong’s shirt sleeve, “What if your pack members don't like me? Or what if your pack leader disapproves of us?”
Hongjoong cracked a bemused smile at the questions, then letting out a chortle.
“What?”
“What if he says I’m not worthy to be here, or I have never done anything for the pack, or I don't know, a stranger and don't trust me enough to be in this pack?” The Omega felt bare and vulnerable now that the cat was out of the bag, and he looked at Hongjoong with expectant eyes for reassurance, but all Hongjoong did was snort, then let out a loud cackle.
“I’m serious!” Seonghwa added, unable to understand the reason behind Hongjoong’s laughter.
“Then I will beat him up and choke him to death.” Hongjoong deadpanned.
“What– Hongjoong, don't joke around like that?” They would have thrown him in an amphitheater for a Gladiator game if Seonghwa dared to joke around with such words back in his old pack.
Oh, his Moon Goddess.
Hongjoong laughed even harder at his mate’s comical look, then gave him a pinch on the cheek with a captivating smile that made Seonghwa slightly blush.
“Why wouldn't my pack members accept you? They have been bemoaning and cheering about your arrival for the whole week. Besides, what messed-up pack leader would even kick out his Luna in all kinds of universes?”
“Excuse me?”
Seonghwa went speechless. It didn't take two and two to connect the dots, but it definitely took a long time for them to align in his mind.
“So you're saying….” Seonghwa watched the smile on Hongjoong’s face spread even wider, and felt like the world was trolling him. No. The Moon Goddess was making fun of him. “You are the pack leader?!”
“Indeed, I am.”
The idea never crossed Seonghwa’s mind solely because Hongjoong just seemed too young to be one. With how he patrolled the night when they first met, he thought the man was just another member inside the pack since leaders didn't usually go out of their way to look out for their members. But again, now that he thought about it, most of his knowledge of how a wolf pack functions revolved around the one he grew up with, not the ones outside of it.
Now that he realized, he finally understood why Hongjoong’s body was built and scarred with roughness the way it was. He must have fought many battles before he built a pack for himself. That—in itself—was a common trait among pack leaders.
On the other hand, Seonghwa thought it was hilarious how he was trying to escape from a pack leader, only to land directly into the arms of another. How stupidly ironic that was.
But at least it ended up to be Hongjoong, and he would never ask for anyone better.
“Are you ready?”
They both got up now, with Hongjoong leading him towards the door that barricaded them from the rest of the pack.
Seonghwa wasn't sure what their first impression of him would be, so he could only pray for the best. His grip on Hongjoong's hand tightened a little.
After a minute of taking in deep breaths, he finally nodded.
“Let's go.”
Hongjoong turned back to look at him with a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand back like a promise that only they knew, that he would make sure Seonghwa would be okay. Then he opened the door, and the grins and welcoming cheers erupted from six new figures on the other side of the door, bombarding them, and Seonghwa beamed back, awkward yet easygoing, mingling among them like he was meant to belong there.
Hongjoong had never felt so joyful before. It was almost like they finally found a missing piece for their pack. Seonghwa was the final key to completing this picture.
He observed how his angel smiled like a sunflower to the sunlight, and a similar one was painted on his face.
“Welcome to my pack, my Luna.”