The Alpha's Addiction [BxB]

Happy Halloween!

H-help me!

Stop! don't!

Please! no!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"WELCOME BACK TO HELL!!!!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

He then felt a hot gust of breath whisper in his ear. "That would be my grandfather's bright idea."

Cyrus flinched as he looked up to see the towering blonde boy in the glass reflection of the painting wearing the school's uniform jacket. Al smiling warmly at him.

Cyrus immediately embarrassed himself trying to process what the fuck just happened to him, Cyrus started quivering where he stood.

Was everything a hallucination?

Symptoms of trauma weren't new to him, like Cyrus recalling past events in the present though it's the first time he felt it this intense.

"Hey Rocky-" The Alpha paused.

Al strides quickly to Cyrus.

"What's wrong?" taking Cyrus's rough hand in his The Alpha softly strokes his cheek. "I'm sorry, Did i make you wait too long for me?"

"...I...t-those paintings."

Al approached one of them.

He sneers at the piece of artwork.

"Agh right, as I said before my grandfather Alexander, had these put up for remembrance of the soldiers who died defending this castle." an old thought crossed Al.

Asshole just loved being reminded of how he took this place over. He had to add fucking insult to Injury.

Al spoke. "if you ask me, i don't really think my grandfather was being sentimental, not for these soldiers at least. He was just a war veteran who enjoyed bloodbaths and anything that reminds him of it, being a war freak was his life."

Al scowls at his own reflection. Not that i'm any different from that psycho relative of mine anyway.

Everyone under the Nightwalker pack did expect him to take after Alexander's ruthless personality.

The Alpha thought.

What's the damn point of proving people wrong? when they only want to understand what they think is right, ignorance is such a bliss.

Cyrus squints at the reflection of Al, because for a short second he thought he saw the blonde boy's reflection grinning in the glass yet physical Al was frowning at himself. He glanced at Cyrus.

The Alpha brings the smaller boy closer to him, noticing how Cyrus seemed distracted. Al hugs him putting his arms around his waist.

"Why'd you suddenly ask?"

Cyrus bit his lip muttering.

"...i don't like those paintings."

Al guided his baby boy away from those god awful drawings. "it's alright now, you don't have to see those pictures." The Alpha gulps feeling anxious. "You can, y'know look at me instead if it makes you feel better. i mean if you want to."

Now that Al mentions it, Cyrus took note of his curly golden hair combed back. The clean white shirt fitting him so naturally that whenever Al moves, his muscles would make a print especially his big pecks, Cyrus blushed because Al had caught him clearly staring at his chest and winks playfully.

"Oh uh...you look...alright."

Cyrus thinks. If I tell Al he looks delicious it will only feed his fat ass ego and i'd NEVER hear the end of it, plus I like keeping him on his toes. i'll give him an A for effort.