Luke locked himself in his room after a day from his one-week unconscious heat at the hotel. Fragments of his memories came flashing back, he flipped to his side that he flinched and hissed simultaneously.
Raising his throbbing right wrist up high to see a biolet-black bruise forming as he remembered the events that occurred yesterday – ‘horny omega, huh?’ He thought as yesterday’s exhaustion dragged on.
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A week after the twins' confrontation, Leo was unable to apologize to his brother as he rarely saw him at home when he locked himself in his room and got cold feet. Fidgety and nervous just by thinking about it that he was pacing back and forth to his room. Practicing on how it would be done and what would be his brother’s possible reactions to it. ‘Should I tap his shoulder or should I call his name? Should I be standing up while looking down at his eyes and apologizing or should we sit down then I’ll apologize?’ he thought then sighed as he felt discouraged to do it. The t
The drowsy and staggering Luke walks towards his newly found hiding spot for his yellow pills which is in his bathroom’s storage behind the mirror, taking one and goes to the kitchen for the water. It is the first week after he started swallowing it every morning, right after he wakes up and before breakfast. Luke notices that his body got lighter as if he was a feather flowing with the wind when he does not drag his feet anymore even after he wakes up. His joints and muscles are not as stiff as before because everytime he does the stretching exercises, he would groan most of the time and the moment he can find relief was after it. Luke was quietly drinking when Sno
Sitting on his bed at five forty-nine in the morning while rubbing his eyes, Luke was expressionlessly staring at the wall as he needed to get ready for school and sighed when slipped his cotton house slippers on towards the bathroom for his suppressant then proceeded to the kitchen. No one was on the first floor, it was dim and a bit cold as the wind slipping through the cracks entered the house. He exhaled as his breath was visible when fog came in front of his face. After drinking his suppressant, he went straight to his room to have his warm shower while gently rubbing his arms.
The tapping of the pen to the table, the nape scratching, the flipping of papers, the friction of the skin to the fingernails, the squishy noise, and the frequent sighs resonate throughout the quiet living room. The twins are focusing on answering their piled up assignments from three subjects that warm Saturday morning as they both said that ‘two brains are better than one’, and thought that it would be easier and efficient. Although, that is not the case when only one of them is doing the thinking and answering while the other is staring and daydreaming.
The faint murmurs, continuous scribbles, tapping of shoes, and the subtle blow of wind through the window are slowly disappearing to Luke’s hearing when he is blankly staring at his opened notebook. The vague image of a plump red lips popped out his mind that he bumped his head hard on his desk. He whimpered a bit while massaging his forehead. “What was that?!” The English teacher flinched when he asked the class but no one answered. However, their eyes were directed to one person. “Luke? Are you okay?”
Luke was sitting across Mrs. Creowood at her office and for some weird reason, she gave him a hot chocolate drink with marshmallows while continuing her work at her desk. The warmth of the mug spread to his hands and thighs as it lessened the coldness he experienced since the beginning he received the drink. Patiently waiting for her to be done, he was subtly playing with it as he slowly turned it from right to left and left to right while staring at numerous colored marshmallows moving along the flow and faintly giggling from the shallow fun. A few minutes later, Mrs. Creowood was done and her assistant left the room. She took her coffee and drank it before clearing her throat.
Excessively opening the door as if it was a door in a royal palace and his classmates did not care who just walked in despite how loud the rattling was but his mood was not getting spoiled. “Good morning, Rain, Hunter.” Leo greeted his friends when he sat down on his seat then dropped his bag on the floor. Not knowing the weird looks he was receiving from his friends at his side until the chatterbox sat on the chair in front of his desk to meet his eyes. Leo was taken aback from the sudden actions. “Wh-what?”
It was a bright hot scorching noon, when an omega teenager girl was waiting at the school gate on the top of a hill and swiping her phone from left to right, right to left, upward to downward, then downward to upward. Not caring her white skin would darkened nor she releasing her pheromone in a dominantly alpha neighborhood, particularly in front of an alpha-beta campus. Her waist-length straight blonde hair tied into a ponytail and was wearing a white tight shirt and jeans that flaunts her curvaceous figure despite her short stature. Hearing the clamor she caused behind her and the dense combination of alpha pheromones that clouds around the campus but she was not affected at all. Changing
The sudden death of Mika causes a downpour of sadness, tears, and condolences from the people that know the family – even from the mainland. The usual bright, noisy and peaceful mornings the Sager had has disappeared on the drain. Kate and Kaye refused to go to school to mourn with their parents and to be with them, together as a family. The small fragile hands are gently rubbing their parents’ back then to their shoulders with a squeeze before embracing them. The pair decided to close their restaurant for the time being while they grieve and try to put up a strong face when remembering the brief moments they had with their mother.
Two, four, six, eight, ten years pass by and the pups are now in their early teens, getting ready for their secondary gender test in their school with the guidance of their teachers, nurses and doctors. Those years were not easy for everyone, especially to Leo and Luke, from sleepless nights, some uncertain days, the unstable emotions from stress and from balancing their daily lives with their kids and restaurant. “It is a peaceful morning, isn’t it?” Sipping their coffee at the first floor while looking out the window and how the chirping of the birds subtly fading and getting further away. The soothing washing of the waves to the shores and the giggles of their daughters upstairs. Leo hums but giggles as he glances up the ceiling. “Except for that one.” “Well, they are almost done and within five minutes, they will be running down. So, let’s start preparing their breakfast and lunch boxes.”
A new day has arrived and every single employee in the Full Moon Organization is doing their respective job, diligently. When Mika enters the office of Jessica Ether, she finds her reading while pacing back and forth in front of her desk. Despite the door creaking, the representative seems so absorbed by her activity that she did not notice her assistant entering. Mika sees the books stocked up on the desk with no space to put anything on. So, she turns a blind eye and just does her job. “Representative?” No answer and continue to read. “Representative?” Still no answer until the older woman inhales deeply. “Representative Jessica Ether!” Raising her voice higher than what the other person has heard from her. Startles from it and closes the same looking journal on her hand. “Good morning, representative. At nine in the morning, you will have a meeting with the other depa
A short slender woman enters the room filled with piled up boxes behind the desk, with a food tray in one hand while documents on the other. Wriggling her nose, unable to keep her eyes straight when those objects are distracting her. ‘The itch won’t disappear –’ Mika subtly rubs her nose. ‘– Since those things appeared.’ Glancing over those clutter behind the representative’s desk. “Here it is, Miss Ether.” Placing the folder near the center then the food tray beside it. Standing, waiting for the following instructions to be giv
A few men in black and white suits are walking out of the abandoned house with boxes on their arms when Leo was being called out by one of them to meet the representative. His eyes follow each of them out the house until the road downtown. Step by step, tracks left behind while his hands in his pockets with an unreadable expression on his face. Walking at a normal pace but seems slower than expected. Sighing as the night is greeting earlier than he wanted. The same feelings as that night slowly dawns at him but he looks away from the house when he gets closer. His sight only sees the mountains when refusing to glance at the ocean on the other side and the rep
A year and a half has flown by and Luke realizes he created a few menus on his sleeves while utilizing the limited resources they have at the island. The once crawling pups are now walking around the house but wobbling while leaning on everything for support. Little by little, he becomes aware of what he wants in the future, thinking of what makes him happy and at the same time, earning a bit while staying at home to look after his beautiful daughters. One morning when Leo and Luke are seated across from each other while having their coffee. “What do you think of opening a restaurant here?”
Three days have passed since the birth of Leo and Luke’s twins and they have less sleep as the nights end. The pair is on the bed while the pups are on the crib side by side and kicking each other’s faces for space. When they arrived at the hospital the day after the omega’s labor, the nurse assisted the young mates to register their pups and see Luke’s condition. “Mister Luke Sager’s condition is better than what we expected as the wound healed faster and steadily. Now, the names of the pups are Kate and Kaye Sager.” The nurse lo
The silence within Jessica’s office as she thinks of the witness’ whereabouts and how he or she disappeared without any traces. Recalling the testimony of the soldier who gave her the message of that incident could not remember where he last saw that person or whether it was a man or a woman. All he remembers were chasing a car and being cornered and beat up by humans. Constant inquiries and little chit chat with the elders pressure her as she could remember the previous blood moon accident where a young boy saw his parents get killed by a pack. They could not even finish the job of hunting him down and eradicate the child. Letting him be wit
An old man was walking along the dirt road towards the town of the Cursed Island after he was dropped off, more like being pushed out by a shabby boat from the black market’s dock. Pissed off of how he was treated by that woman captain – ‘She’ll get a piece of me someday.’ Federick thought when a moment later, the boat further on the shore were drowning and the workers were shouting for help. The strong wind blew by the old man and he smiled with all of those shouting, clenching the cloth in his hand. “Good work.”