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
Lucy. Gavin repeated the name in his head. It sounded familiar, but he doesn’t really know where he heard it. “Nice to meet you, Alpha Lucy,” Gavin replied politely.“Would you like to join our little picnic?” Maya looked shocked at his question, she splattered. Gavin looked at her questioningly, about to ask her why but Lucy already answered. “Why, of course. I would love to,” the alpha replied. She stepped closer to their laid picnic mat. They immediately make room for her. Jannah even moved the empty containers of their food back to their basket so there would be more room. Slowly, they settle back down.“Ah, this feels nice. After being sick for so long, I can finally enjoy a day outside.” “You have been sick?” Gavin curiously asked. He watched as a small smile spread on the alpha’s lips. “For days,” she answered. Her eyes are dark. Gavin takes note of the thick lashes framing her eyes, making them look sharper. “I am glad you are well now,” Gavin answered. The alpha only ga
It was Gavin’s turn to tense up, eyes opening wide as his mouth parted open in shock. He looked at his three friends standing not far away from him, sending them questioning looks but they only averted their gazes and looked down. Is that why they have been tensed around Alpha Lucy? Because she’s the pack—When his eyes landed on the alpha, she has an amused smirk on her lips, with an equally amused glint in her eyes. Now, as Gavin looked at her, he still sees the frail but obviously powerful alpha. But now, with the discovery of her status in the pack, she looks even more powerful in Gavin’s eyes.“M-mother?” he whispered when he found his voice again. He is still looking at the alpha—no, it’s better to call her Pack Luna now. He can feel Ainar’s warm hands still on his waist, but it did not do anything to quell the shock still present in his system./My mate has been busy with gatherings with the elders//I apologize you had to go through that. I did not expect such behavior from an
The North has always had a cold weather, which something Gavin truly loved. He loved the cold air that kisses his skin every morning, painting his cheeks with healthy blush, the still cold air despite the high sun during midday and the wind that grows progressively colder the same time as the sun’s descent. He loves it. He actually wishes the pack had thinner clothes so he could feel the cold more since their tunics are made from materials meant to withstand the climate. But at the end of the day, it’s for protection so he cannot really complain about it.Now, the winter season is coming and the place is just getting colder and colder, and Gavin is living for it. Living in the South before, winter season was such a rare occurrence, if they were even lucky enough to have one. They only had two permanent seasons, the wet and dry, which Gavin really disliked. The wet season leaves his nose feeling stuffy, while the hot season makes him sweat profusely. So, when the rare cold season comes
Gavin scraped his bowl of food, licking his spoon clean. The pack almost always serves the same kind of food every time, he thinks it has a schedule as it changes from time to time, but for some reason, the food tastes so much better today. Well, Nana cooks really good food, as always, but something about today’s meal is different—it’s giving. And Gavin is not complaining. Though, he wishes the serving has bigger portions because now, he wants a second serving.He looked at Ainar who is sitting beside him, the alpha holding a casual chat with Nana who stayed to watch them eat. His food is also already finished, it’s not a surprise since the alpha is a fast eater, but unlike Gavin, he seemed content with his meal, spoon already resting on his empty bowl. Gavin’s gaze shifted from his own bowl, to Ainar’s bowl to the alpha’s face, contemplating. He had never gotten a second serving before, but he’s considering it now. Should he?He continued to shift his gaze between his empty bowl, the
Gavin’s eyes are drooping. The elder’s den is warm, the alpha underneath him is warm, the arms around him is warm, even the breath hitting his forehead from where he’s resting it is warm, basically, Gavin is incased in so much warmth that he can’t help but feel sleepy. Plus, the pheromones. The room is filled with shifters of different ranks, it’s only natural that their scents are mixed in the rather large space, Gavin should even be suffocating by now, but Ainar’s scent is overpowering everyone else’s, making it all so bearable for him. Gavin’s nose is buried against the alpha’s neck, just shy of where his scent is the strongest, saving him from whatever ounce of shame still left in him. He’s still quite aware that they’re in a room full of other shifters, and not in the privacy of his shack or the alpha’s cabin. Although Ainar said that it is something that he should not be ashamed of, he still does not feel comfortable showing vulnerability, aside from his alpha. His brain is fuzz
For the past two days, the Moon Valley pack was busy with arrangement for their upcoming journey further up the North. Pack members are running back and forth, regardless of the fact whether they are joining the journey or not, and are all helping to work things faster. On the second day of preparation, a medium sized wagon arrived in the pack. Everyone stared at it in wonder, the sight of a wagon obviously unusual to a pack of wolves who can just easily travel in their animal forms, except for Gavin who already knew what it was for. Murmurs of wonder surrounded the small crowd who saw the wagon being pulled by few shifters. And Gavin, more than anyone else, wanted the ground to swallow him whole at that point.It was obviously for him. The Pack Alpha proposed the idea at the second part of the gathering (yes, Gavin was able to actually listen). Since Gavin was the only wolf that could not shift among them, and he could not really ride on Ainar’s back the whole journey to the North, (