chapter 3
The alpha's mind is in turmoil as he makes his way through the dense forests,each step carrying him further away from lake and into the heart of his territory.
His original purpose - hunting for his meal had completely slipped through his thoughts.
Instead his attention is fully captured by the unconscious omega draped over his shoulder.
With each stride, he grips the omega's thighs more firmly to keep him steady, his large hand pressing against soft, delicate skin.
it's a sensation unlike anything he has ever felt before.
A smooth, almost velvety texture that sends an unfamiliar thrill through his senses.
The omega's thighs are milky white, that he finds himself unconsciously squeezing, testing the suppleness of that flesh.
The more he touches, the more fascinated he becomes.
Each squeeze brings the strange enjoyment that foreign to him.
He's never this close to an omega before, let alone to touch one.
As he walks, his thumb occasionally brushes against the inside of the omega's thigh, where the skin is even softer, almost silk-like.
The sensation cause a low rumble to build in his chest-which he himself is not aware about.
Is it possessiveness? Desire? Curiosity? Or maybe all of those combined.
After walking for only about 10 to 15 minutes, the alpha reaches his secluded home, nestled in the dense heart of the forest.
The small cottage constructed from rough stone and sturdy wood, is almost hidden beneath the shadow of towering trees.
Vines cling to the structure, weaving through the cracks in the stone, while moss covers the roof like a natural blanket, blending the house seamlessly with it's wild surroundings.
The alpha pushes open a roughly hewn wooden door that creaks in protest, it's frame slightly weathered by time.
Inside, the cottage is dimly lit by faint rays of sunlight filtering through the small gaps in the walls.
it's interior is simple, devoid of any unnecessary things for alpha.
it's the kind of place build for survival-rugged, functional, and offering just enough comfort to get by.
The alpha stride across the stone floor, heading towards the one corner where a large mat, entirely made from the fur of hunted animals lies waiting.
It's the softest surface in the cottage, a stark contrast to the harshness of the surrounding.
Gently, though with a hint of his usual roughness, he lower the omega onto the fur-covered mat
The omega's body sink slightly into the softness.
The omega remains unconscious, his breath soft and steady.
His soft white clothing now slightly rumpled from being carried.
The alpha steps back for a moment, looking down at the figure now laying in his home.
The alpha kneel down beside the omega, his gaze lingering on the peaceful face before him.
He notes the omega long lashes the smoothness of his skin, and the way his chest rise and falls gently with each Breath.
His hands twitch slightly, remembering the feel of omega's soft thighs beneath his palm.
The temptation to teach out and touch him again lingers, but somehow he restrained himself.
Instead, he stood up, running a hand through his wild hair as he contemplates what to do next.
me
And please be patient, the omega will wake up soon.
Comments
Venizia
loooooovvvee itttttt + the veil humor is very enjoyable 🤭🤭
2025-01-14
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Cuba❤️🦨
mr.foxie is not wrong thou... /Chuckle//Chuckle/
2025-01-22
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