Gavin knows he’s dreaming. God, it’s an all too familiar scenario by now. He knows everything he’s seeing are all just part of his dreams, but he could not help but feel like it’s real. Maybe because at some point in his life, it was.The scene is different this time. He’s still in the forest, and everything is still bathed in darkness, but he’s not running this time. He’s hiding. His small frame is squeezed behind a big fallen tree. Both his hands are covering his mouth. He is breathing pretty heavily, as he’d been running. His eyes, despite his poor eyesight, is frantically looking around. He cannot see beyond the darkness that is blanketing the vast forest. His heart is beating so fast in his chest that he’s afraid it might actually jump out.The thing is, he knows stopping probably wasn’t the smartest decision. Hiding won’t do much for him. They can just easily find him through his scent. But he’s tired. Bone tired. His feet are bleeding from tirelessly running barefoot in the for
The next time Gavin opened his eyes, it was to darkness. He’s lying somewhere soft but he could not figure out where he was beyond his clouded senses and vision. For a second, he thought he was dreaming again, panic immediately settled in his chest, his breathing quickly turning erratic. An involuntary whine built up in his throat, high and pitchy—a distressed call. His body grew taut with tension, legs curling close to his chest as he threaded closer to another pit of panic attack when a door to his left burst open. He could not see the person well, with the sudden flood of light blinding him, but he was able to catch his scent. It was Ainar.Gavin stretched his arms, reaching for him and producing another distressed whine somewhere deep within his chest and immediately, the alpha was on him. The mattress Gavin was lying on dipped against the alpha’s weight, and suddenly, Gavin was pulled into the alpha’s arms. Gavin quickly cuddled up, wrapping his limbs around the alpha and pressin
The warm hands cupping Gavin’s cheeks is the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. The soft mattress dipping under his weight, the darkness of Ainar’s cabin with only a few candles providing them of small light and the akoha’s spoiled scent is barely keeping him afloat. Gavin took a sharp intake of breath. Ainar is silent in front of him, his mouth is open but not a single word has come out of his mouth after the omega’s confession. He has been silent, but his eyes are loud, glinting gold in the darkness of the room, and even more so, his scent, that is struggling to remain neutral in an attempt to soothe the distressed omega despite the anger that is threatening to implode.“How long?” Ainar asked in a whisper, his eyes are searching. Gavin hiccupped, hesitant to answer but he opened his mouth to speak.“Since I presented.”
Ainar is angry—no, scratch that—he’s fucking livid. He can feel the gazes of the pack members lingering on him as he passed by them, probably wondering why the pack alpha’s son is waking around while radiating and smelling of so much rage, but he paid them no mind. The events of the past days, especially for those who had been there to witness, were already enough of an answer as to why the alpha is in his current state, others murmured against each other, asking for answers, shutting their mouths once they hear it. Other times, Ainar would have stopped to greet them, especially the older ones as they seemed fond of him, but not today. He had a definite destination in mind, and he can’t wait to finally get there. Ainar would have preferred staying in his shack with Gavin. Already, he misses the omega’s warm body against his own, his small hands clutching onto his tunic, the warm puffs of air leaving his parted mouth as he slept, and the way he seems to unconsciously scoot closer to t
Gavin woke up to the feeling of slender fingers gently carding through his silvery white locks. He hummed in content as he felt Ainar shift from somewhere beside him, scooting closer to the warmth and pushing his head further into the touch. He heard a fond chuckle, making way for a smile on his own lips before he decided to open his eyes, blearily blinking up at the alpha.“Slept well?” the alpha asked as he looked down at Gavin fondly. His voice sounds deeper in the morning, causing a pleasant shiver to run through Gavin’s body. Ainar watched the omega stretch his body on the soft mattress, sleepy eyes staring up at him.“Hmm,” Gavin hummed, closing his eyes again as he fought the haze of sleep still clouding his system. His hands reached out to Ainar, which the alpha immediately took, and intertwined their fingers. Gavin made another contented sound from deep within his chest.
Gavin has been staying in Ainar’s cabin for days now. He politely asked the alpha if he could go back to his own shack now, but Ainar insisted on him to stay there. He doesn’t say it but it actually made him feel relieved, knowing that he doesn’t really think he could stand to be alone again, yet, after everything that happened. But he did quickly drop by his shack—still with Ainar of course, at this point he thinks the alpha won’t let him go anywhere without company—to get some of his tunic. The alpha had been providing him of his own clothes for the past days too. And as much as Gavin likes it, likes the idea of wearing his alpha’s clothes and being drenched with his scent all the time, the clothes are actually not that comfortable to wear with it being too big for him given their obvious size difference.Aside from the security he feels with the alpha, another thing he noticed is the extra attention. Don’t get him wrong, Ainar had always paid attention to him even before. The alpha
Living with Ainar for the past days, for a little over a week now, feels like a dream. Gavin won’t lie, opening his eyes and having the alpha’s peaceful face as his first view every morning is not just a dream, it’s /the/ dream. It felt like the world outside the cabin does not exist, living only in their own bubble. The days are filled with just lazing around, maybe some tears here and there because nightmare is a bitch, and more scenting. At this point, Gavin won’t be surprised if someone came up to him and mistake him for an alpha, never mind his features and built, just because he smells so strongly of Ainar now.But of course, as much as Gavin wants this to continue, to stay in their bubble forever, there’s a world waiting for them outside. There are responsibilities waiting to be fulfilled, especially by Ainar. That’s how Gavin found himself in this situation, playing a game of tag with Ainar who doesn’t want to leave.“Ainar,” Gavin whined as he rounded the chair in the common
Ainar was out again the next day. No matter how hard the alpha wishes to just stay with his omega, his responsibility he has in the pack is not something he can just continuously push off. So, it was with great difficulty again that Gavin convinced him to go. The alpha looked both torn and fond, but eventually, with a peck on Gavin’s lips, he left to meet with the elders once again. Now Gavin is sitting alone in the cabin. He had just finished his midday meal, as Ainar refused to leave without seeing him finish it. The alpha is being so protective, and in a way, others would probably see it as irritating. But for Gavin who has known nothing but violence and abuse in his life, the alpha’s protectiveness was welcome as it’s not restricting and caging in any way. Ainar is protective yes, but he makes sure Gavin has a choice in everything. He had always been like that from the start. Making sure to ask him if he’s fine with anything he’s doing, always making sure that Gavin was comfortabl