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Minho was thrilled. He’d been waiting for this run for months now, just so he could sprint and let the bubble of instincts inside him burst free. He always tried to make time for his inner wolf, but it remained difficult when one lived in the middle of a busy city. The annual mating run was the perfect occasion to delve into the darkness and let his wolf run wild. To fill his senses with the moon and the scent of a midnight forest. 

The mating run was a happy occasion. There was a fair, and food, and music. To the community, it was a festival. There was chatter, laughs and lights, everyone bustling around, happy to partake in this immemorial tradition.

Minho approached a street vendor and bought some fried food, munching happily as Felix joined him.

“Can I have some?” the younger man asked.

Minho grumbled but handed one of his fried snacks to his dongsaeng who wolfed it down with gusto. “I saw they are selling tangulu over there.” Felix pointed to another stand and Minho followed, amused. 

As they passed a bench, he heard the group sitting there giggle. He glanced their way and raised an eyebrow that sent them whispering and giggling even louder. Felix snorted. “You’re going to get swarmed as soon as you set foot in that forest, hyung.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “I’d like to see them try.”

“Don’t injure anyone, I beg you.”

“Now, when did I ever do that?” Minho hummed, taking a small bite of his food.

Felix only raised a meaningful eyebrow at him that Minho ignored.

“Are you excited hyung?” Jeongin was asking. “Everyone keeps talking about how there are eligible alphas in the crowd this year.”

As Chan didn’t answer immediately, Jeongin nudged him. “That means you, hyung. The people in my class were so excited about it, especially the omegas. There was a group of girls that were giggling when I came here. They were talking about you.”

Chan huffed. “I really don’t know why they’re so excited, it’s not like I can mate them all.”

“Everyone can dream, hyung. Just look at you being excited to mate the perfect omega, isn’t it the exact same thing? Who says the ‘perfect’ omega will even want you?”

Chan pouted and sent a glare towards Jeongin. “It’s not the same thing.”

“Why? Because you’re an eligible alpha? That guy from the dance department is also participating-- they’re excited about him being here too. What if he steals your lovely omega?”

Chan gritted his teeth. He hadn’t considered it, but Jeongin wasn’t wrong. He sighed and shook himself. He shouldn’t try and take this run too seriously. But his alpha had been restless these past few days with the rise of the moon, and it was harder to control the side of him that just wanted to be angry and howl at the stars. 

Jeongin and Chan were standing in the middle of the fair that always took place right next to the forest bordering the city, the warm lanterns and lights starting to light up as the evening descended. Everyone was waiting for the night to fall as it announced the start of the run. People were chatting and laughing as they perused the fair, eating greasy fried food and playing rigged games.

The warmth and joviality of the air of a midnight mating run had a nostalgic and timeless feel to it.

The moon rose. The forest filled with howls. Rules were forgotten. Anyone could enter the woods and take their chance, exiting or entering as they pleased. 

On the forest floor, instincts were unleashed and nature took over.

Minho was half transformed as he ran, a wild grin on his lips as he felt the fresh air whip his face. He howled, loud and triumphant as he freed the power of his strong thighs, leaping between trees so fast it was all a blur.

The claws of his bare feet sunk into the ground and he propelled himself forwards, the whoosh of the wind in his ears, his senses filled with his surroundings. He could smell so many wolves in the undergrowth. Olfactory trails were everywhere, racing and twining between the trees like a colourful map of lives.

He fought off a swarm of alpha’s earlier, his hands still covered in blood from the interaction. As Felix had warned, Minho was an alpha the rest of the competitors wanted to get rid of. 

He understood why when not even a few paces later, three omegas tried to entice him to mate. He halted when he nearly crashed into them.

“Hi…Minho-oppa, isn’t it? We heard you were participating…” One of them started, and her scent bellowed around them, saccharine and inviting. She tucked long silky hair behind her ear, looking up at him from under her lashes as one of her friends approached Minho. The omega was small and boyish, big eyes swallowing his face. “And we thought it’d be a great occasion to meet…”

Minho zipped past them with a huff, his alpha annoyed at the interruption, and ventured deeper into the forest. His skin still tingled where warm fingers had gripped his arm, the lingering scent sweet and intoxicating.   

His newfound peace only lasted so long.

He had only a second to prepare when he heard a growl at his side; then an alpha attacked him. The other wolf collided with him, and they were thrown to the ground.

Minho snarled, teeth gleaming, his assailant facing him with wild eyes. Claws slashed the air before his face, but Minho was quicker and dove past them, teeth sinking into a shoulder. The other alpha howled in pain, trying to claw at him, but Minho, though smaller, easily restrained them. He growled in the alpha’s face and let his scent attack the other wolf, who yelped, and squirmed to get away. Minho let them go, and watched with satisfaction as they disappeared through the trees.

The air was crisp with the scent of blood, Minho’s instincts thrumming in response. He threw his head back and howled, wild, belligerent joy surging through his veins. His nose caught a scent and he whipped around. It tingled pleasantly in his core and tugged at his desires. At his alpha’s urging, Minho decided to head into that direction, the rational side of him wanting to make sure they stayed safe.

He managed to get closer, catching a glimpse of the omega just before they crossed a river. They was clever, following the stream up for a while, and instead of crossing it, stayed on the side Minho was on.

Someone suddenly barrelled into him. He half turned then, teeth slashing in the air, narrowly missing the stranger’s shoulder as he was once again thrown off course. He hit a tree with a thud, wind knocked out of his lungs.

It was another alpha. That much was obvious from his scent. It attacked Minho’s senses and made his vision flash red, infuriating his alpha irrationally. 

He turned towards the stranger. He was about the same size as Minho, a bit stockier, big nose, big lips. Curls in his hair. He was baring red teeth at Minho, eyes glinting in the dark.

They stared at each other, golden pupils fixed on golden pupils.

“She’s mine,” growled the alpha.

“In your dreams,” Minho snarled back.

They circled each other, claws out, fangs showing.

They collided viciously, teeth snapping inches away from each other’s faces. Minho got a lungful of the other alpha’s scent, woodsy tones sending his senses spiralling.

Claws raked Minho’s side and he retaliated by biting into a thigh, the scent of blood blooming once more on his tongue. They broke apart, chests heaving. Blood was dripping from Minho’s lips, echoing his own glinting on the stranger’s claws. 

They locked eyes again and then the stranger was off, dashing up the omega’s trail. Minho snarled and followed suit. 

The alpha was fast. Minho could barely keep up and only caught up by chance, both of them tumbling down a slope neither of them had seen in the dark despite their night vision.

They landed on a heap on the floor, snarling as they detangled themselves. They barely got up when Minho pushed against the other alpha, sending him tumbling into the grass. The other wolf might be faster, but his balance wasn’t as good as Minho’s. 

He was stronger, though, and Minho struggled to pin him down, using his thighs to his advantage.

When Minho bit one of his flailing arms, the alpha under him whimpered. It sent a shot of arousal through Minho.

Minho managed to get the thrashing alpha fully under him. They struggled for a bit, all snapping teeth and sharp claws.

When they stopped, they locked eyes, panting. Minho was still sitting on top of the other alpha. He noticed how plush the wolf’s lips were then, how pouty and dark his bloodied mouth looked under his furious stare. Wild curls lay over his forehead, somehow so delicate in contrast to the rest of his body.

“Why do you want her?” Minho asked, winded.

“She smells lovely,” snapped the other alpha like it was obvious. “I talked to her before coming here.”

“How gentlemanly,” Minho snorted. “You talked to her before coming here. That’s more than most alphas would do, I suppose.”

“Why are you acting all mighty all of a sudden? You’re after her too.”

“I’m just trying to protect her from the likes of you,” Minho spat.

For some reason, that made the alpha underneath him relax. “How cute.” A cocky smile stretched his lips. “What a sweet alpha you are.”

Minho snapped his teeth inches away from the stranger’s nose, and watched as his eyes widened —then stilled.

Something was poking at his ass. Minho blinked. He shifted, taking in the stranger’s suddenly flushed face.

“Are you– getting hard?”

The alpha shrugged, meeting his gaze head-on despite his red cheeks. “You’re hot.”

Minho felt his ears heat up. “You’re really so bitchless you’d go after anyone?” He asked, incredulously. This guy had been ready to tear his throat out moments earlier, and was now growing harder and harder under Minho as they kept talking.

“If they have thighs and eyes like yours, always.”

This was not a turn of events Minho had predicted. He had been set on beating this guy, yet here he was, pinned down to the floor, and Minho had no more control over him than he’d had a minute ago. Minho felt his own dick harden. 

Experimentally, he rolled his hips against the other alpha. They both hissed at the feeling. 

Their eyes met, and time stopped. 

Minho’s heart thumped, once, twice.

They were devouring each other’s mouths in the next breath. Minho growled against the stranger’s plush lips. He lapped greedily, tasting his own blood on them. His scent flared, all spice, aroused and wild.

The stranger’s chest rumbled with a deep pleased sound, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked. Minho felt his cock harden further. His grip on the other alpha eased and the man’s strong hands took hold of Minho’s thighs. He moaned into the stranger’s mouth when fingers pressed into his flesh. They were so warm it sent a thrill up his spine.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” the guy said, grasping Minho’s hair to angle his head so he could start kissing and sucking at his neck. A hitched breath escaped Minho when those lips latched onto his throat, his sweaty skin prickling in the night air. Every instinct was screaming at him to regain dominance. The stranger’s cocky expression had never left his face. Minho snarled. He dislodged himself from the man’s grip and pinned the other alpha’s arms above his head. Minho loomed over the stranger, his hair hanging over his eyes as they roamed over the alpha’s bloodied mouth and aroused expression. 

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” he asked, voice sultry.

The other alpha’s hips bucked. Minho smirked.

The stranger snapped his teeth at him, but all resistance left him when Minho sank his teeth into his shoulder, his body melting into the ground. A broken whine left the alpha. Minho licked over the wound that was inches away from the alpha’s mating gland.

“Be careful, handsome, my teeth might slip.”

The alpha’s breath hitched, and he stared at Minho, wide-eyed. He was so flushed, his pretty eyes studying Minho’s face, with lips so swollen they could have been mistaken for candies. 

“You wouldn’t.”

Minho cocked an eyebrow at him. “Mating with an adorable pup like you? Why wouldn’t I?”

The wolf’s pupils dilated and he stared at Minho dumbly before he dipped his head down and chuckled.

“You’re unhinged. I love that.”

Minho stared at him. This guy kept going along with him, agreeing to whatever he said. He wasn’t supposed to just accept whatever nonsense Minho was throwing his way.

“You’re very strange,” Minho observed. The alpha just smiled at him, eyes going a bit soft as he playfully bit on his lower lip. Minho’s eyes went to it and his mouth watered. He dipped down for another kiss.

Minho kept a hold on the stranger’s wrists as he kissed his way down his throat, sucking bruises into the pale skin. A few bite marks joined the mess the other alpha already was. 

The alpha over Chan was so beautiful that Chan was struggling to breathe. He hadn’t noticed it at first, too caught up in the fight. But when a cloud shifted, letting the full moon’s light pierce through the cover of the trees, he almost gasped. The other alpha looked wild, snarling at him, a smear of his own blood on his lips—yet, he was the most gorgeous creature Chan had ever laid eyes on. A face carved by the gods themselves, all in fine strokes and elegance, eyes so wide he could see the moon, and his future, reflected in them.

Could he really be blamed for the raging boner he was now sporting when that same divine being was sitting on him, godly thighs bulking under the fabric of his trousers?

When the stranger started kissing down his throat, Chan bucked uselessly against him, hard cock rubbing against the stranger’s ass. The other alpha growled against him and Chan gasped as wet warmth filled his trousers. A slightly salted scent filled the air.

Bewildered eyes met his. “Did you just come?” 

Chan bit his lip and nodded, feeling his entire face flush. The wolf above him snorted. His nose crinkled, and he smirked in a way Chan’s fried brain interpreted as adorable. “Oh, I’m going to devour you whole.”

The promise made Chan shiver, his alpha completely surrendering as his bare toes curled in the grass.

He couldn’t even remember why he was chasing after that omega earlier. Was it the scent or her looks that had attracted him? 

All was gone the instant the other alpha had laid hands on him—any thoughts that weren’t of this stranger and his thighs vanished, leaving pure, unaltered lust in their wake.. 

Chan’s breath hitched when his trousers were unbuckled and slid down his legs. The stranger growled when Chan’s semi hard cock and the mess he’d made of himself got exposed to the chilly night air.

The alpha’s eyes held Chan’s as he lowered his head and licked the cum off his dick. Chan moaned. It sent an electric shock through him, his thighs shaking. Said thighs were pushed up and apart, and his dick hardened a bit more at being completely exposed to the stranger’s stare, his hole and balls displayed for his hungry eyes.

Minho was having a field day with this. The other alpha who’d been so cocky and arrogant a second earlier was now a blushing and overstimulated pup under his fingers and tongue. Minho pulled off the stranger’s semi hard dick with a pop, and looked up at him just to see dazed eyes and obscenely swollen lips stare back at him. Minho smirked.

He rumbled in pleasure as he dipped back down, mouthing over the guy’s balls before finding his hole and licking over it with relish. The noises it pulled out of the guy were music to Minho’s ears and he set to eat him out like it was his last meal. He pressed his tongue against the furled skin, a finger pushing alongside it. The skin tasted salty. The alpha was so wet, his cock gliding into Minho’s other hand effortlessly. Usually Minho was a bit iffy about eating another guy’s release, but this? Minho was a parched man who’d finally found a stream, and he wouldn’t waste a drop.

When the alpha was writhing and pleading under his fingers and tongue, Minho pulled himself out of his trousers. He was so hard, he’d leaked all over his boxers. 

Minho aligned himself, breathed out, and pushed in. The other wolf keened at the feeling and Minho lowered himself to wrap him in his arms. He kissed the wolf’s swollen mouth and nosed at his neck as he sank in deeper. “Doing so well for me, gorgeous,” he praised, nipping at the other alpha’s throat. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

The other wolf’s breath hitched against his lips and he answered in a gasp when Minho started thrusting. “Chan—Chan .”

Minho rumbled, pleased. “Well, Chan-ah, you’ll be a good boy for me, then, hmm? Want you to scream my name so everyone here will know you’re mine, okay? Will you say ‘Minho’ for me?”

“Minho,” Chan whispered against his lips. Minho smiled and kissed him.

“You’re quite sweet when you’re cock drunk, you know? Who would have thought the big bad alpha would fold so easily for me?”

Chan wheezed out a laugh against him. “As I said, for a smile and eyes like yours—anytime, baby.”

Minho made a face at the pet name and kissed Chan’s cheeky mouth to shut him up. Minho angled his hips slightly, and when he felt the jolt that shot through Chan once he found the other alpha’s prostate, he smirked. He kept on hitting that spot, keeping Chan nice and flushed under him until the wolf was gasping and babbling nonsense, rock hard and leaking between their bellies. 

Chan was such a pretty sight Minho wouldn’t have minded biting him.

He grabbed the other alpha’s wrists and held them far above Chan’s head as he picked up the pace, engaging all his hard-earned core muscles into fucking the wolf into the ground.

Broken moans left Chan’s throat and Minho was so focused on him he didn’t even notice a group of omegas stumble upon them and scatter away with flustered, shocked exclamations.

“Such a good alpha for me, huh, Channie? Look at you, so debauched for the first alpha you found. Was it your plan all along? Defy someone so they would get angry and fuck you into the forest ground?”

Chan weakly shook his head. Minho let his eyes trail down and observed with relish how wide the alpha’s shoulders looked with his arms held up like this. His shirt had been pushed up to his armpits and Minho couldn’t get enough of the near nakedness of the man. He was mouth-wateringly fit. His dark and swollen cock bobbed to the rhythm of Minho’s snapping hips, the alpha whimpering under him as Minho stretched him loose. 

“Such a pity you’re not an omega, would have loved to fill you with my pups,” Minho mused, enjoying the surprised jolt it sent through Chan.

“Oh, Moon, please don’t,” Chan croaked out.

Minho chuckled, brushing his nose against Chan’s. “I’m only kidding. After all, there’s nothing hotter than a big strong alpha coming apart on my cock.”

Chan’s chuckle was half a moan. “We’ll see if you still think that when you’re the one coming apart on my cock.”

An interested shiver ran through Minho’s spine, straight to his balls. He growled against Chan and gave a hard thrust—his knot popped in place. 

Chan came instantly, a scream torn from his throat. 

Minho’s vision blanked out momentarily, emptying himself into the alpha underneath him. 

The alpha part of him howled happily, knowing that Chan would appear claimed to anyone that would lay eyes on him in the next few hours. 

When Minho felt the high leave him, he relaxed, released Chan’s wrist, and collapsed on the man, boneless. Minho was intensely satisfied knowing the other alpha would be able to support his weight. 

Minho rumbled happily and nipped at Chan’s neck, licking over the scent gland that was letting out the most mouth-watering aroma he’d ever smelt. If he had found it pleasant before, he was now addicted. Wouldn’t be able to get enough of it.

Chan’s eyes came into focus on the moon, round and glowing against the starlit sky. It was shrouded by branches, silvery rays piercing through the treetops.

A comfortable weight was pressing down on him, a now familiar scent filling his nostrils. He turned his head, burying his face in Minho’s hair to breath it in. Minho rumbled happily.

“You alright?” Minho asked him, giving a few kitten licks to his neck before nosing at Chan’s cheek.

Chan’s hum was answer enough. He winced as he brought his arms back down from above his head. He hadn’t realised they’d stayed up there for most of their intercourse. 

He brought his arms around Minho and sighed, pleased. Chan rotated his hips a little, feeling Minho’s knot inside him. The other alpha muffled a moan against Chan’s skin at the feeling, and Chan smiled.

“Could get used to this. My ass will probably be destroyed tomorrow, but it’ll be a nice reminder,” Chan mused.

Minho snorted against him. “Kinky.”

“I’m not the one who tried to put pups in me. I’m really glad you didn’t, I’m too young to have kids.”

“Me too,” Minho mumbled in his throat. “How old are you anyway? Can’t be much younger than me.”

“Twenty seven,” Chan answered, trailing his fingers up Minho’s back lazily.

Minho froze. He then raised his head and smirked down at Chan. 

“Well, it appears I fucked you well, hyung.”

Chan’s eyes widened and he felt his face warming.

“Did you just get hard?” Minho asked, looking down between them. “I’m just a year younger, so don’t get any wild age difference dreams.”

Chan whined and hid his face behind his hands. Minho cackled, amazed when he felt Chan getting even harder.

“Leave me alone,” Chan whined. “You’re hot and you know it.”

“You’re hot too, hyung. Very glad you chose to get fucked by me tonight.”

“It’s not like I had that in mind when I came here,” Chan grumbled.

Minho snorted. “So, were we really about to fight for that omega?”

“She smelt nice,” Chan said defensively.

“She did,” Minho agreed, sighing. “But you smell better.”

He said that last bit very close to Chan’s ear and the delighted shiver that went through him somehow warmed Chan's heart. He was starting to like that obnoxious alpha very much — maybe what he was looking for wasn't a perfect omega after all.