Ainar’s boots dug into the snow as he walked on it. Why did Gavin want to go out in this weather, anyway? Ah, right. The omega doesn’t feel the cold, being a different breed of winter wolf, plus the blessing his family is believed to have. Ainar is definitely not jealous, in his thick clothing, bundled up like a waddling bear, nope—he is definitely not jealous.
Still, he made his way to the passage Gavin had told him about earlier. As he walked, he felt the heavy weight of his gift in the pocket of his breeches. With shaky hands, he felt for it, sighing as he held it through the fabric. It’s an important gift. Well, all the gifts he gave the omega in the past were all important, all have different meanings and reasons as to why decided to give them, but this one is a different case. It’s extra special. A gift especially meant for one special purpose. And along with it, is a question that has been brewing
Ainar, in his wolf form, furiously ran through the heavy snowfall. His slim form is struggling through what everyone in the palace had warned them as a snow storm, but he’s determined. It’s been two days. He can’t let another day pass without finding Gavin. He can’t just sit still and let the palace hunters do it. Not when it’s Gavin’s life on the line, never mind the fact that he is such an important figure in Tundra. It’s his Gavin. He has to move. He shook his whole body to get rid of the discomfort brought by the cold. He doesn’t know how long he has been running, but he knows his body is starting to get numb. Still, he persevered. His thick dark fur is almost white now with snow, his huge paws numb as it continues to dig into the cold ground, the soft snow engulfing his whole paw—even his senses are weaker because of the weather but he is stubborn. Ainar continued to brave through the snow storm, pushing his form harder. He left the palace with a group of hunters earlier to sear
The sound of his footsteps was loud in his ears. The clacking of the heels of his winter boots as it made contact with the marble floor of the palace echoed loudly against the darkness of the hallway. It sounded hollow, bouncing off of the corners coldly. The shoes weren't even laced up properly. Just messily worn in his haste to get out of the room upon hearing the news. He barely had the consciousness to grab a coat if not for the cold that he knew awaited him. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore earlier, ruffled from his sleep, or was that yesterday already? He doesn’t know. He had long lost track of time. It wasn’t a matter of importance anyway. He doesn’t think anything is important at the moment. Just Gavin. His eyes briefly gazed out of the lone open window, scanning the outside surroundings. It’s dark. Ainar doesn’t really know the exact time. But it’s dark. The usual bright moon now hidden behind dark clouds. How long was he asleep? He passed by some palace helper
Everyone in the hall fell silent at the entrance of the two leaders. Numerous pairs of eyes watched their every step as they made their way in front of the hall. The former pack alpha, clad in his usual white attire stood in front, a stoic expression on his face. Beside him stood the Pack Luna, whose features were hidden behind her usual veil. There was a certain tension as the hall fell silent, that even Nicholas who was standing beside Ainar looked tense, back as straight as a plank as he gazed upfront. It’s affecting Ainar too. But his desire to know what happened and at possibly being a step closer into finding Gavin is overpowering. Despite himself, Ainar waited with everyone—all equally eager for the news. The lack of urgency is getting into his nerves, stressing him out. But he guesses the Tundra has their own way of dealing with things. If this happened in Moon Valle
Pain. It’s the first thing his body registered when he gained consciousness. He wasn’t even aware of when and how he fell asleep again. But now he’s awake for the nth time, and he is once again enveloped in pain. His whole body is aching. It’s a cycle at this point. One that he had fallen into without a choice, ever since he was taken. Weird. That seems to be a trend in his life. To wake up in pain. That seems to happen a lot to him. Did he exist just to suffer? Does living means to suffer? Or is he a special case? The back of his head is throbbing from where he was hit by something hard. He thinks it even bled at one point. But the tightness he feels from it tells him that maybe it’s all dried up and gross by now. It doesn’t make it hurt any less though. If anything, he thinks it only hurts more. The ache in his body is different though. It’s not the kind of ache that one gets from being hit, like the one in his head feels. The pain feels more internal, reminiscent of his previ
"WINTER FLOWER: BLOOM FOR THE ALPHA" written by peachesandme STORY NOTES: In this A/B/O verse, BETAS and ALPHAS can get pregnant (female) but with varying fertility rate/level. Alphas are able to impregnate omegas with INCREDIBLY HIGH SUCCESS RATE, but they have the LOWEST SUCCESS RATE when it comes to getting pregnant. OMEGAS are looked down upon for their rank being the lowest. Since ALPHAS have very low fertility rate, if the mated pair are BOTH ALPHAS, they usually just get an OMEGA to carry a pup for them. This, of course, requires trust from both parties. But there are mated pairs (both alphas) who, of course, take risks to breed on their own despite this and succeeds. It is difficult for a FEMALE ALPHA to get pregnant since they have no heat hence they do it during their rut. But a battle of domina
“Oh, he looks so precious,” the elder whispered as she passed the baby to its mother.“He is, isn’t he?” the mother whispered back, busy admiring her son’s features. He’s perfect. The perfect child of snow.The baby’s nose scrunched, arms coming up into a stretch. They fought not to coo loudly.“I wonder what he’ll be. Will he take after his strong alpha father?”“It doesn’t matter. I’ll love him all the same.”“He’ll be so beautiful. I can’t wait to see him grow up,” her mate said. He is fondly gazing at his mate and their new pup; he has his eldest son in his arms. They both stare at the pup in wonder and amazement.His mate looked at
“Are you sure about this?” his father asked for the nth time that day. He’s busy sharpening the blade of his arrow.He sighed before putting it down and turning to look at him.He looked up at his father, taking notes of the lines marring his face now. The youthful glow he once had now fading. It’s the result of leading a pack, he knows, it’s exhausting. Aside from that is the constant nagging of their pack elders, putting pressure on his father to finally let him take over the reign. And Ainar, he’s ready, he grew up watching his father lead the pack, he knows he’s ready. But something a pack leader should have to be taken seriously is a mate. And Ainar doesn’t have that yet. So here they are, on their way to look for one.“I am, Father,” he replied.He heard his father sigh.“Do you really not want to just choose
Gavin swallowed down a yelp, scrambling to secure the pieces of woods he is holding when someone bumped onto him quite hard. He hugged the pieces of woods closer to his chest, undoubtingly making his already dirty tunic dirtier, but he can’t lose them. He’ll be punished for sure.He turned his head to see who it was. It turns out to be Leroy, an alpha the same age as him. He has a smug look on his face while looking at him. He pushed his lips into a thin line as he watched the alpha walk away. He internally sighed. Seriously, what do they get by treating him like this? Aren’t they tired? They’ve been doing this his whole life; will they ever stop?He gets nudged, the woods he’s carrying almost flying for the second time in a row.“Move, freak. We don’t have time for you to just be standing there,” an elderly omega hissed. She shouldered her way past him. Gavin inhaled a lun