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From this point on, he could not
lie to Tego and Tego would not lie to him. The drive to please his alpha would
almost be as strong as his desire to pamper his omega.
“Who are they?” he asked again,
knowing this time he would get an answer.
His pate pulled back, his
submissive whimpers turning into low growls.
“Who?” Had someone touched his
omega before? Had someone defiled his perfection? He sniffed harder, lowering
his head to sniff at his crotch as his mate whimpered, again. “Who?”
“My brothers,” his mate gasped,
fear scent blotting out the joy scent that once saturated his pheromones. “My
re-responsibility. My baby brothers—”
Tego whimpered, his voice sounding
apologetic as he shook in Daiki’s grasp.
The alpha nearly felt shame at his
reactions, but swiftly pushed that emotion aside. There was a lot he didn’t
know about his omega, about taking an American mate, and he had a sharp
learning curve.
He chuffed soothingly and lapped at
the skin of his mate’s neck. It was a simple misunderstanding.
His mate’s fear eased, but the
scent of worry remained. As he pulled back, huge liquid eyes gazed back at him
and Daiki could see him force back the wolf and his humanity took over.
As he watched, the meek shy
omega...he assumed he now possessed... turned into a snarling snapping demon
within the blink of an eye.
“Get the fuck off of me!” he
roared, lashing out as he scrambled backwards.
Instead of being outraged, the
alpha was shocked to find that his wolf appreciated the fight in his mate. He
looked down as a sting in his chest registered and he discovered that now only
was his mate strong, he possessed more of a wolfly instinct that he had
assumed. There were four parallel rents that cut straight through his kimono
and haori that exposed the sluggishly bleeding scratches in his skin.
It turned him on more than he
thought possible. He felt his cock swell and his already heated blood race
through his veins.
Yes, his mate was dangerous,
protective, and knew how to use the weapons that nature gave him.
He looked back to his mate and
grinned as he saw how he managed to put a lot of room between them, looking
like he was fighting against himself as he glared balefully at him. The fear
scent was gone, replaced by one of anger and defiance as he deliberately
brought his fingers to his lips and delicately lapped the blood from his
fingertips.
He smiled, exposing his fangs as he
began to stalk his mate.
“Brothers,” he spoke softly,
watching as his mate suddenly looked weary as he tried to shift to his feet.
But his wolf was rapidly taking over as his silver eyes took on a alight gold
sheen. Still on his knees, he backed away more, keeping a good distance between
them. “How commendable.”
“Mine,” his mate hissed back. “My
brothers. My Angels. My responsibility.”
“Will you protect our cubs so
diligently?” he wondered out load, an amused smile pulling at his lips as his
mate’s eyes read delight at the thought of his own cubs before his human mind
tamped down the wolf.
“My brothers. My responsibility,”
he growled, lowering his head and protecting his neck as if he imagined
attacking Daiki if he made so much as a move to harm his charges.
“Your parents—“
“Dead,” his mate growled and Daiki
froze.
“Dead?” he blinked back the wolf
and startled as he scented grief from his mate. “Your clan—“
“No clan,” he answered, his eyes
looking leery as he stopped retreating now that Daiki had stopped advancing.
“Just me.”
Daiki whimpered in shared grief. As
much as sometimes his clan annoyed him or outright angered him, he knew that
they would always be there for him, would always be his pack. He could not
imagine life along. Was this common here in America or was there something
special about his mate?
He suddenly understood the need for
his mate to appear so powerful, to have shorn his hair in the manner of an
alpha, for his readiness to attack at the mere thought of someone harming his
angels. His mate was a lone wolf.
He whined in sadness and stepped
closer to his omega, reaching for him, pouring out the scents calmness and
understanding as he approached.
His mate, though still weary
looking, allowed him closer, though his hissed a bit and raised his hands in a
defensive maneuver before he got too close. Daiki stopped and dropped to his
knees.
Even here, he was taller than his
mate, more intimidating thought he thought Tego would feel some measure of
comfort in knowing that his alpha was larger than him.
“My Angels,” Tego chuffed again,
the wolf taking over as his body began to tremble and push pheromones that read
the need for protection and comfort.
“We will retrieve you angels,” he
nodded once as he settled comfortably and placed his hands on his thighs. “We
will bring your angels to safety.”
Then an appalled thought crossed
his mind. “Where are they? Did I take you from them?” If that was the case,
then he would rush down and retrieve them. They would carry the clan scent from
Tego... No. He could not leave his mate. Pre-bonding had begun. If he left now,
anyone could come in and challenge him when he was most vulnerable and steal
his mate.
Human and wolf selves vied for
dominance. His thoughts were whirling. He had to protect the mate, but he had
to protect those under his mate’s care. His brothers, baby brothers, he had
said, were alone and defenseless... but then so was his omega. He didn’t know
what to do. The wolf was goring inpatient and the human was getting angry.
There was something he could do,
someone he could call... but his Clan was away and he only had his betas and...
A touch to his hand brought his
eyes up to see his mate had approached. Posed to flee if necessary, Tego had
managed to move close enough to him to touch his hand with one single finger.
Though his hands were larger than
any omega he had ever touched, they managed, despite their size, to hold the
delicate look of an omega. His nails were shiny and sharp, his fingers slim and
narrow. He had the most capable and vulnerable looking hands he had ever seen.
“My brothers?” he asked, the wolf
gold in his eyes retreating as if he would flee if he didn’t receive the proper
response to his request.
Daiki blinked and his human-self
pushed the answer forward as his wolf-self marveled at his mate. Betas.
“My—our betas... they will retrieve
The Tenshi.”
Some of the wariness eased, though
his mate still appeared cautious.
“My responsibility,” he muttered,
looking lost.
“Our responsibility.” He corrected.
Yes, the beta who had seemed so protective yet obediently when he used his
sword. This beta would retrieve the Tenshi.
