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2025-02-20 14:01:49Ashwin was one second away from breaking down and letting the twins come to work with him. Kai had his arms wrapped around Ashwin’s waist like a baby koala, while Koa clung to his leg with an iron grip. Both were wailing dramatically, their cries echoing through the daycare’s front entrance like a tragic opera.
Ashwin had expected some resistance—it was their first official day, after all—but this was full-blown betrayal.“I don’t wanna go!” Kai sobbed into Ashwin’s stomach.Koa sniffled, rubbing his face against Ashwin’s thigh. “Daycare is evil!”Ashwin sighed, smoothing a hand over Kai’s hair while prying Koa’s fingers off his leg. “It’s not evil, you little drama queens.”Kai’s grip tightened. “What if they don’t like us?”Ashwin’s heart ached. He knew this was hard for them—new places, new people—but there was no way he could let them think like that.“Who wouldn’t like you?” Ashwin asked, kneeling down to cup their
Kaugnay na kabanata
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The daycare was eerily quiet when they arrived. When Ashwin walked through these doors earlier today, he was greeted by the sounds of playful screaming, laughter, and tiny feet scurrying around. But right now, the atmosphere felt off.Miss Lila stood at the front with a polite but strained smile. Her fingers tapped anxiously against the clipboard she held.Ashwin barely had time to respond before he heard the sound of wailing."Mommy!"Kai came bolting out from the back, his little legs moving as fast as they could, arms stretched forward like he was reaching for dear life. His face was red and blotchy, tears spilling down his cheeks as he collided into Ashwin’s legs.Ashwin immediately knelt, wrapping his arms around Kai. The boy clung to him with desperate fingers, his small body shaking with hiccuped sobs."I’s sorry, Mommy! I’s so sorry!" Kai’s voice cracked as he buried his face in Ashwin’s chest.Ashwin’s heart cle
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-21Tangled In Scales 28
The police station smelled like old coffee, printer ink, and the kind of disinfectant that never fully masked the underlying scent of sweat and exhaustion. Ashwin sat stiffly beside Ishaan at the front desk, his fingers curled around his phone, though he wasn’t really looking at it. Ishaan, on the other hand, exuded his usual air of cool confidence, one arm resting casually on the chair’s armrest, the other draped possessively over the back of Ashwin’s seat. They had been waiting for about ten minutes before a uniformed officer finally approached them, a stack of paperwork in hand. The officer, a burly man with graying hair, skimmed over the documents before nodding at them. “Alright, gentlemen. I have the finalized paperwork here,” he said, flipping through the pages. “The kids are officially in your custody.” Ashwin’s breath hitched slightly. Official. Permanent. The officer continued, “Since you opted for
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-21Tangled In Scales 29
The dream came again—dark blue scales shimmering under the glow of a silver moon, a land both foreign and familiar. Ashwin stood at the edge of a dark lake, the water so still it mirrored the stars. Something massive lurked beneath the surface, the sound of slow, deliberate movement echoing in the distance. He felt it watching him, calling him, and yet—Thud.A weight slammed into his chest.Ashwin jolted awake with a sharp inhale, eyes flying open to find two small figures bouncing on top of him.“Mommy, wake up!” Kai’s voice rang out, his tiny hands pressing insistently against Ashwin’s ribs.“You’s so slow, Mommy! You should wake up like Daddy!” Koa giggled, eyes bright with excitement.Ashwin groaned, still groggy. He rubbed at his eyes before freezing.A dark stain—red—smeared across the twins’ lips.His pulse spiked. His breath caught.lood.It was late—too late. The clock on the bedside
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-22Tangled In Scales 30
Ashwin sat on the couch, half-awake, half-asleep, and completely exhausted. His head rested against the soft cushions, and his limbs felt too heavy to move. The TV was on, playing some random cooking show at low volume, but he wasn’t paying attention. His eyelids drooped, his body aching from the feverish warmth of his monthly shedding. He barely had the energy to keep his eyes open, yet his mind wouldn’t stop wandering. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The twins were usually little hurricanes of energy, running around, laughing, and making a mess of the place. But over the past few days, their playfulness had dwindled. They moved slower, ate less, and spent most of their time curled up together on the couch or in bed. Ishaan had told him not to worry. "They’re brumating," he had explained, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Brumation.
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-22Tangled In Scales 31
The garage was alive with the steady symphony of labor-clanking wrenches, revving engines, and the low hum of conversation between mechanics. The scent of oil, metal, and warm asphalt filled the air, mixing with the occasional drift of cigarette smoke from Julio, who always sneaked one between jobs despite the "No Smoking" sign hanging crookedly above the tool wall.Ishaan was in his element.With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he worked beneath the hood of a '07 Mustang, fingers expertly maneuvering the rusted bolts of the radiator. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, but he ignored it, too focused on the way the engine's inner workings responded to his touch. He liked this part-solving problems, fixing things with his hands. It was satisfying in a way few other things were.Well... aside from them.His family.The thought sent a ripple of warmth through him, a sharp contrast to the cool metal beneath his fingers. He tightened the last bolt and stepped back, wiping his han
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-24Tangled In Scales 32
The wrench in Ishaan's hand felt solid, the rough metal pressing into his calloused fingers as he tightened a stubborn bolt. The engine of the old truck he was working on let out a metallic groan before settling into place. The garage smelled of oil and hot metal, but even as he worked, his mind wasn't in Mount Haven.It was in Kal'Raksha.The heat of the jungle, thick and humid, clung to his skin like a second layer. The sound of water, the rhythmic drip of a waterfall against stone, echoed in his ears. Kal'Raksha wasn't just a place-it was a living, breathing world of its own. It had shaped him, nurtured him, and even now, miles away, it still called to him.He could see it as if he had never left. The sky above was vast, a deep violet at dusk, streaked with fiery oranges and fading golds. The jungle was alive, teeming with creatures both seen and unseen. Fireflies danced between thick trees, their trunks ancient, their roots sprawling across the damp earth like the veins of the la
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01Tangled In Scales 33
Ishaan sat at the kitchen counter, lazily snacking on dried mango while keeping an eye on the chaos unfolding in the living room. The twins were at it again—darting around with wild giggles, their tiny feet thudding against the hardwood floors as they launched themselves onto the couch, only to fling off dramatically as if they had wings.The furniture rattled. A decorative pillow went soaring. A glass teetered dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table before settling again.Every time Ishaan thought they might settle down, one of them would do something even more reckless—climbing onto the armrest just to make a running leap, tackling the other mid-air, or collapsing into a fit of infectious laughter that made it impossible to scold them.Ishaan had long since given up trying to discipline them. Instead, he let his unimpressed stare do the work, eyes half-lidded as he chewed.Every few minutes, one of them would dart by his side
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02Tangled In Scales 34
The cell was small, barely large enough for the cot bolted to the wall and the metal toilet in the corner. The air was stale, thick with the scent of disinfectant and something metallic—blood, perhaps, long scrubbed away but still lingering beneath the surface.Ishaan Arthava sat on the cot, back straight, hands resting on his knees. His wrists were sore from the cuffs they had slapped on him hours ago, but he didn’t complain.Complaining was weakness.The officers outside whispered among themselves, their voices muffled through the steel door. He knew their type—cops who thought they had him cornered, who thought a few hours in a holding cell would break him.They didn’t know him.They had no idea what kind of patience lived inside him, what kind of restraint he had mastered over the years.The door creaked open.A uniformed officer stepped inside, gesturing for him to stand. “Move.”Ishaan exhaled slowly throu
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02
Pinakabagong kabanata
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Ohas stiffened slightly before resting his chin on Hayden’s stomach, looking up at him with those sharp eyes."Back when we traveled to the glaciers…" he started slowly, gauging Hayden’s reaction. "The plan was to find it then."Hayden stilled. His brows furrowed. "Wait—what?"Ohas let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "I never told you, but that was the real reason we went. I wanted to find the pendant before it was too late."Hayden narrowed his eyes. "And?"Ohas’ expression turned sheepish. "And… I was in rut. A bad one. I could barely focus, and then, well, you looked too tempting, and we had to turn back because I wanted to make sure you were safe in your nest."Hayden knew exactly what he meant by that. The smaller male sighed in frustration, resisting the urge to strangle him. "So, you’re telling me we could’ve had this issue handled months ago, but your dick got in the way?"
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The evening in Kal'Raksha was peaceful, the air carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh herbs as Hayden knelt in his growing garden.The two visible moons cast a soft glow over the land, painting everything in a pale, silver-blue hue.Ohas lounged nearby, watching lazily, his long tail curled loosely around himself as Hayden worked, grinding herbs with practiced hands. He had been experimenting with a stronger concoction, something more potent for Ohas’ persistent cough. He’d gotten the hang of traditional medicine, refining it to the point where it rivaled even the best healers of the Kaur Clan.Hayden wiped his forehead, glancing over at his mate. "This one should work better," he murmured, holding up the mixture. "Honestly, at this point, you shouldn’t even need the pendant anymore—especially since you’re not feeding on blood."He expected relief, maybe even a rare, quiet smile from Ohas. Instead, his mate’s haz
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The bathhouse was filled with the scent of damp stone and fresh herbs, the warm water swirling gently as steam curled into the air. Lanterns cast a soft, flickering glow against the carved stone walls, their light reflecting off the rippling surface of the pool. It was a quiet, secluded space—hidden from the rest of the clan, a sanctuary where the weight of leadership could slip away, if only for a little while.Ohas lay partially submerged in the water, his golden-hazel eyes half-lidded, his expression unreadable. The heated bath should have relaxed him, but instead, he remained still, his mind distant. The depth of his thoughts made him seem almost unreachable, lost somewhere Hayden couldn't quite follow.Soft footsteps echoed across the marble floor, breaking the quiet."Puppy," Hayden called, his voice smooth and familiar.Ohas' eyes flickered open, and for the first time in hours, his lips curled into a faint smi
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Nine months had passed, and the long-awaited moment had arrived. The three moons of Kal’Raksha had finally aligned, casting a breathtaking glow across the land. Colors shimmered in the sky like liquid gemstones, illuminating the burrow where Ashwin lay coiled around his clutch of seven eggs. The iridescent blues and purples reflected off his smooth, dark emerald scales, making him look ethereal, otherworldly—like the guardian of something sacred.The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of damp earth and fresh water from the river that fed their bathhouse. The nest was warm, woven from softened leaves, dried moss, and Ashwin’s own shed skin, all meticulously arranged to cradle his fragile young. Ishaan, standing just outside the nest, was motionless, his piercing silver eyes locked on Ashwin’s still form. He had been waiting, watching, his powerful dark-blue coils tense with instinctual protectiveness.Then,
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The nest was ready.Tucked behind their hut, near the gentle curve of the river that fed their bathhouse, the burrow was a masterpiece of instinct and care. The entrance was shaded by thick, hanging vines, their emerald green blending with the damp earth. Inside, the space was warm, lined with layers of woven reeds, dried moss, and soft pelts stolen from the upper caves of the clan. The scent of fresh water mingled with the deep, musky aroma of their den, making it the perfect place—safe, hidden, and waiting.And now, it was time.A massive emerald-green serpent slithered forward, powerful coils rippling as he made his way into the nest. Ashwin’s full naga form was breathtaking, his sea-green eyes glowing faintly in the dim light as he moved with effortless grace. He was over ten feet tall, sleek muscles shifting beneath his glistening scales, and his belly was just slightly swollen—a sign of the life growi
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The days passed in a steady rhythm, each one settling into a routine that, for once, felt almost… normal. The kitchen and storage room were finally completed, and Hayden found himself pleased with how well everything had come together. The space wasn’t extravagant, but it was efficient, built into the rock near the entrance of Ohas’ cave. Inside, shelves were already lined with clay pots, woven baskets, and bundles of herbs hanging from the ceiling to dry. The servants, though initially unsure of his methods, had adapted quickly, and Hayden had no problem giving orders.That morning, he had spent hours outside in the courtyard, kneeling in the dirt with his sleeves rolled up, his hands buried in the soil. The large courtyard had been neatly swept, leaving it an open, empty space, but not for long. He was determined to change that. Carefully, he planted the beginnings of his nursery, arranging the herbs in neat rows
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Ohas was building something again. Not a home, not a sanctuary—no, right now, he was building Hayden’s pleasure, dragging him deeper and deeper into a haze of unbearable bliss.His mouth was wrapped around Hayden’s length, warm and slick, his forked tongue curling, teasing, pressing in all the right places. He was thorough, like he had all the time in the world, savoring every inch of Hayden like he was something precious, something worth worshipping.The wet slide of Ohas’ mouth was maddening, slow and indulgent, his lips sealing tight around him as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks before pulling back only to tease the head with delicate flicks of his tongue. His hands—large, warm, possessive—held Hayden’s hips still against the furs, preventing him from moving, from thrusting up into that sinful heat.Hayden’s breath came in ragged pants, his body trembling as pleasure coiled hot and tight in his stomach. "Ohas," he gasped, voice break
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The air in Kal’Raksha felt different today—charged with something Hayden couldn’t quite name. Maybe it was the weight of Ohas’ presence beside him, the curious gazes of the Kaur clan, or the realization that he was now one of them.A human among Nagas.Hayden wasn’t sure what he expected. Outrage? Resistance? Rejection? Instead, there was a quiet sort of acceptance. A wariness, yes, but also something else—gratitude.Because Ohas was changing.They had seen him teeter on the edge of madness, a beast barely holding itself together. But now? Now, he was stable.And they all knew who to thank.Hayden.That realization sat heavy in his chest as he moved through the clan’s territory.Because Hayden wasn’t just any human to them. He was Ohas’ mate.And that meant everything.Ohas hadn’t prepared him for the sheer scale of the clan. The lands stretched far and wide, golden savanna grasses sw
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Hayden sat stiffly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, Ohas’ confession still echoing in his head."I have accepted my fate.""If you ever get your hands on the pendant, I won’t stop you."His fingers curled into the sheets.He should have felt relieved. This should have been easy. Ohas was giving him an out—offering him the choice to end it all.And yet...He didn’t want to.Hayden squeezed his eyes shut, frustration rolling through him.He couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the way Ohas had looked at him—raw and unguarded. Maybe it was the quiet resignation in his voice, the way he had spoken about himself as though he had never once believed he could be saved.Maybe it was something worse.Something primal.Hayden’s pulse jumped at the thought, his body flushing with heat that had nothing to do with the thick Kal’Raksha air.Because the
