9 toss

                                    

                                          



Tharn was forced to wake up by soft sniffles. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the person beside him. 
                          
His heart shattered into pieces thinking how Type was all curled up, sniffling so softly so that he wouldn't wake up, with eye bags hung below those beautiful eyes. Tharn couldn't help but feel immense pain in his heart at the thought of his mate crying.
                          
"Type" - Tharn called him as slowly as possible so that he wouldn't get afraid. 
                          
Type opened his eyes slowly by hearing his name being called. "What happened pup?"
                          
"N-nightmare" - he mumbled.
                          
Tharn just made grabby arms that Type took soon and in no time Type was sitting on Tharn's lap. Type wrapped his arms around Tharn and pressed his cheek against his chest.
                          
"Want to talk about it?"
                          
"It was about my mother"
                          
"What happened little one?"
                          
"I just don't know. I have never seen her. She died the day I was born. But I got a blurred figure calling me her son. I can hear the voice. She told me I was special. And some people who already know are trying to get me. I need to be careful. I am just scared"
                          
Type told Tharn everything. He was scared. Scared of being treated like a damn animal. Tired of being prisoners. Tired of being called filthy. 
                          
"I am there for you, pup. Don't just worry about anything okay?"
                          
Type just nodded. 
                          
It was time. Tharn had to leave to work. He just had some pack meeting in the mansion today.
                          
When he was back from showering all dressed, Type tugged on Tharn's shirt. 
                          
"You want me to stay?" - Tharn asked. "Y-yes"
                          
"But I have some important work pup"
                          
Type just made a cute pout, Tharn just gave in.
                          
He was already whipped for his mate.
                          
"Come on, I will carry you. You can stay with me today."
                          
"Really?" - Type was excited now.
                          
Tharn didn't want Type to walk down the stairs yet and so he carried him. Type wrapped his legs around Tharn's torso and put his head on the alpha's neck and inhaled his mate's scent, calming in the process.
                          
Everyone in the mansion looked at their head alpha and the future luna walk down the stairs. Tharn as usual held his poker face, while Type looked at everyone taking in the people's faces he was living with.
                          
The gazes were filled with jealousy and admiration. Some people admired the way the omega snuggled into the alpha's warmth. Some were jealous over Tharn, for having such a beautiful person, not to mention a male omega as his mate, and others were jealous over Type for having the strongest alpha as his mate.
                          
Tharn made his way to his office and started doing his daily works. He sat on the office chair, with Type on his lap. The usual boring stuff, but it was more exciting to him since his mate was sitting on him, moving so innocently, that Tharn had to control all his pheromones from the arousal.
                          
"Pup, please stay at one place, I really can't work if you are like this" - he said is a rasped voice, to which Type just moved for one more time, making Tharn hard in the process.
                          
Type could feel something hard poking him down, but couldn't comprehend what that was. He just shrugged still laying on his mate. 
                          
Tharn made all his efforts to not do anything funny and continued writing and signing all the papers placed in front of him.



                          
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Korn was spacing out a lot in the kitchen. Knock just then entered the kitchen.
                          
"Babe.."
                          
There was no answer.
                          
He slowly placed his hands over the other's shoulder and patted him. Korn just turned and gave him a small smile. 
                          
"Yes, Knock?"
                          
"Are you okay?"
                          
"I am"
                          
"I don't think so"
                          
"Just thinking.."
                          
"About?"
                          
"Type"
                          
"What happened to Type?" - Team and Win walk inside as they heard the pair talk.
                          
"You guys know he is an omega right?"
                          
"A male omega? that's rare right?"
                          
"Yeah... I am lucky to be one. And now it is Type"
                          
"What happened? He is obviously safe here though because he is Tharn's mate more than anything"
                          
"It is not that. He will be in heat soon"
                          
"Hasn't he had heat before?"
                          
"He took suppressants. He hasn't talked to his wolf in years now. Apparently it is weak."
                          
"Were they that cruel?"
                          
"More than you can imagine"
                          
"But why?"
                          
"I need to tell you people something, before all this"
                          
"Tharn?"
                          
"Yeah let us have our private meeting tonight after dinner with him also."
                          
"Okay!"



                          
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The evening when the work was done, Tharn bought Type into their room as he still slept on the alpha's shoulders, snuggling closer, taking in the alpha's odor.
                          
He laid his mate on the bed. 
                          
"You don't even know the things you do to me baby" - he said as he was still observing the facial features of his mate.
                          
Tharn wasn't ruthless. He was made ruthless. His parent's death, in the most brutal way made him love blood and revenge. He made it a habit. It wasn't a practice originally, but he did practice it. And just as cliche, as it sounds, practice makes a man perfect, he was perfect in it. Masking his emotions. Masking his true self. 
                          
Every coin has two sides, be it a silver coin or a bronze one. It has two sides. Either head or tail. Just like the probability of being head or tail is 50%, he coming out of his depressing past and living with the fragile being in his arms, or still being enthralled by blood is 50% too.
                          
But in the case of coins, it depends on the person tossing it, but in Tharn's case, there is no person who was allowed to toss him. Maybe it was the Moon Goddess's wish to toss the tough alpha, with the rare male omega, and she hoped the outcome was he would fall in love with the person who tossed him rather than tossing away the person.



                          
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a/n: did the last two paragraphs make any sense?
                          
guys, i am sorry I had a worse writer's block. but from now i will at least try to update this story. this is a story very close to my heart. hope you people like it!