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Tharn thought he would be fine, but the talk with the group definitely didn't make him feel any better. It rather made him furious.
He knows the person. He knew who the person behind all that Darklight was. The things Korn told him, made all the past repeat himself. The reason he turned ruthless flashed in front of him like it happened just yesterday.
She was killed in front of him. She was brutally raped and killed by him.
She was the second sapphire omega that died.
Tharn killed him. But he became immortal the fractional second before Tharn killed him. And to his dejection, he is the one who rules the Darklight now.
Yesterday's conversation:
"Darklight is ruled by him. You remember how he is alive now right? That is because he raped your sister. He is immortal. There is a ritual to kill the immortal, but I have never had the chance to know it. I have hidden this from you for a longer time. But remember, 'he' knows about Type, I don't even know how he does, but he does. And he has already people spying on Type to kidnap him, and he will try to have Type like he had your sister, the same way. And after that even the ritual will not work on him."
As soon as Korn says the information, Tharn's eyes turn dark, but his blood turns cold. He seemed to be in shock. Nothing was moving around him. He stayed motionless.
And Tharn couldn't forget a word, he learned from Korn.
He has very little time to explain everything to Type, and he still doesn't know if he can save Type from him because he knows Darklight is yet more powerful than his pack is.
That full day, he sat at his office, thinking about all the possibilities to explain everything to Type and the reactions he would get.
After all, works were completed, he headed towards his room.
He entered the room, but it was dark.
"Type, are you asleep?" - he spoke, walking towards the light.
There, Type sat clutching his stomach, just then Tharn sensed Type's scent infuriating him vigorously. Type's wolf was whimpering in pain while Tharn's wolf was howling in lust.
Just then he realized at what situation he is now in front of Type.
Type was in heat.
But why did it happen soon that it should? There was something Tharn could see abnormal, but he still doesn't know what that is.
But for now, he pushed all the thoughts aside. He wanted to help Type get through his pain. Not just as a mate, but as a person who loves his mate.
Love?
Yes, during the day, when he pondered over why he cared for the omega so much, he knew he was in love with that fragile being. Tharn is in love with his mate, Type.
Tharn didn't have time to think. He rushed towards his omega and held him in his arms closely.
"Thar-rn, i-it hur-rts" - Type cried violently.
"P-Please d-do s-something, please"
Tharn sure can't have sex with him now. Type doesn't even know how that would work. They never shared even a full-fledged kiss, so having sex would be odd. At least that is what he thought.
So Tharn decided to help him, but he would do everything except the dirty.
"T-Type do you trust me?"
"I t-trust you alp-pha"
That turned on Tharn more. He didn't know why. Or maybe he did. He had an alpha kink.
"Do you how we get mated?" - Tharn asked as he stripped his own dress except for the boxers and stripped Type too.
Apparently, body touching helps with heat, mainly for the omegas.
"Y-you will m-mark m-me and t-then w-we d-do the d-dirty" - Type whimpered through the pain. By then Tharn had all their doors closed, the air conditioner at its least temperature, clothes discarded, and Type in his arms as they sat in the bed.
Tharn slowly massaged Type's body with the oil he grabbed from the dresser, as Type seems to relax at the touch of his alpha. It soothed him. He was slowly loving it. He was in the way of getting addicted to it.
It is not that Type didn't know anything about heat. He knows. But he didn't know how it worked. Now that he has developed feelings towards his mate, he would try anything the elder needed. If it was for his mate.
Tharn slid his hands lightly over Type's skin, enjoying the warmth it now radiated. The softness of Type's skin always surprised him and right now it was gleaming almost golden in the soft candlelight. Beautiful. Tharn's hands roamed the length of his mate's body and he watched the muscle ripple beneath his touch, marveling at the response such a simple thing could evoke in him.
Type was feeling a lot better, now that Tharn was kneading each and every inch of his body. Tharn was good at this, had the hands for it too; broad, strong, and warm and Type was definitely appreciative.
Tharn smiled to himself as another small sound of contentment escaped his mate's lips. It was always nice to have confirmation of his lover's unpredictable moods. He felt a slight shift beneath him as his mate got himself a little more comfortable, seeming almost to sink into the bed.
Quite sure his mate wasn't going to throw him off now, Tharn shifted his weight, and began to work his way down Type's long legs. When he reached the ankles Tharn looked up the length of his lover's body, feeling a surge of satisfaction at Type's obvious relaxation.
He smiled broadly, at this rate the danger was more likely to be of Type falling asleep on him rather than the earlier threat of bodily heat. He picked up one of his mate's feet and began to knead it with a little more force than was strictly necessary.
Tharn almost laughed out loud at the inarticulate sound of protest that caused. He swiftly kissed the sole of the foot in apology before lowering it and taking up the other, being a little gentler this time. A low moan of appreciation echoed in the otherwise quiet room and Tharn began to work his way back up.
His hands reached Type's bound wrists and Tharn shifted slightly to see his mate's face. Type's eyes were closed, the long lashes casting faint shadows over the fair skin. The warm candlelight did much to soften the sharp features, leaving his mate looking absurdly young, an illusion heightened by the small smile of contentment playing on his lips.
Slowly the lashes raised and Tharn found himself, the focus of eyes, the color of molten honey, and the warmth of that regard brought forth an answering heat in Tharn, one he'd managed to ignore thus far. Type's smile deepened and Tharn couldn't help but answer it, enjoying the genuine pleasure in his lover's expression.
Privately Tharn thought that Type hadn't had much in the way of happiness in his life in a long time. Type's mood this morning had just prompted Tharn already that it was about time that he did something about it.
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Fanfiction(Completed ✔) A MewGulf fanfiction! Tharn, an alpha who knows nothing but anger and blood. Type, an innocent rare omega, who has a dark past, but is a soft one. Type never thought he would find his mate, Tharn never thought he had a heart to love. B...
