Louis:
It is said that when the earth was created, moon goddess first created lycanthropes, Lycans were the first of creatures who were on earth, they ruled every specimen of it. They were twice as large as Werewolves and unlike the werewolves, they weren't divided into three genders. That was the alpha, the beta and the omega.
The male lycanthropes were the leaders or the kings and their other halves were their mates just like every specie. Lycans were unable to mate with each other because both genders in them were equally dominating except the Royal lineage which is said to contain the blood of the moon goddess herself, hence why there were a fewer Lycans all over the world. Werewolves were terrified of them because of their ruthlessness. Thousand years ago a lycanthrope had his first mate who was an omega from the werewolf clan.
It is being said that lycanthropes would enter into werewolf villages, grab the omegas and then walk back to their own pack, the Lycan alphas were ruthless with the omegas they kidnapped, they forced them to mate which resulted into the birth of hybrids. The hybrids were mostly alphas because of the dominating blood running in their veins once in a blue moon an omega would born.
Since they were so less in number but powerful species, Lycans decided to dominate the north of England. That area was theirs, a hybrid or a werewolf entering their territory was to be shed in pieces while they still continued to rule over the other species. Werewolves still feared them because one look from a Lycan and it was over.
So Harry Styles was a product from the Royal lineage of pure lycanthropes, he wasn't a hybrid alpha but a pure alpha, who could silence the entire New York City with just one growl. His anger could shake the ground, make the strongest of men piss their pants. He was the son of the two royal lycanthropes combined meaning he had the blood of the moon goddess herself running in his veins.
And all in all I was fucked, thoroughly because that man has been in my mind ever since I left his goddamn building.
My omega wasn't supposed to be this needy, I wasn't a hybrid thank god because I belonged to pure breed omega family. My ancestors weren't hybrids but pure omegas and true alphas giving birth to pure omegas after omega and the one thing we had as an advantage was that we were different from the other omegas, our nose was ten times sharper and our bodies twice more delicate. My mum says that our blood lineage is somehow related to the first omega who got involved with the lycan.
And which also meant I wasn't so easily impressed by the presence of an alpha, a Lycan at that. Lycanthropes scared me until Harry Styles who did scared me yep but with that scariness there came a feeling of heat within me which I can't explain for shit.
I entered my humble abode, nose scrunching up and I had to cover it with my scarf, because while I don't usually mind Zayn's honey clove scent today it's way too much.
"I literally sprayed an entire bottle of neutraliser before you arrived! Gosh do I need one more?" Zayn's voice come and I jumped at the sudden tone, "Jesus! Don't scare me like that and yes you need to." He sighs and stands up opening the utility box and removing a larger bottle of neutraliser.
"You're an angel, Lou! Styles emailed me and he answered all questions! How was he?" He asks and I shrug keeping my coat on the rack, "He's uh dark, Confident, intimidating.....kind of intense. The hype is definitely worth it." I said making Zayn raise a brow,
"He's super handsome! Like have you seen those curls? Damn those are definitely to die for. He has an accent doesn't he?" I levelled him with a look, "He's English. Obviously he has an accent. And what's with your intrusive questions, Zee! I asked him if he's gay for gods sake." I said making my way to the kitchen,
"Well he hasn't ever appeared with someone. Are you fixing a sandwich? Please make me one as well." I nod, "Maybe he wants to keep his life private, Zayn. I was so embarrassed by that stupid question." He laughs and come beside me, giving me a side hug. His scent tickling my nose,
"Oh I'm sorry, Lou. But as a journalist it's my duty to pry. Thanks for the sandwich, wanna watch a movie?" I nod, "Lemme first change into something."
******
"So when's your graduation kid?" Logan, the owner of the hardware shop I work in asks making me look at him, "It's three months from now. Which makes me remember, I'm going to need a leave for my finals."
"Yeah yeah sure. I know ya ain't coming back again." He says throwing his heavy arm around my shoulders, my omega wiggles in discomfort but I ignore it because Logan's just a simple beta man with fatherly complex that I've been missing since forever. He's basically family to me at this point.
"Ya know, Nick was asking for ya. That boy is batshit crazy about ya. Don't let his looks fool ya, ma boy." He says in his heavy accent, Nick's his son, who's an alpha and a brute because cmon all alphas are brute but Nick is the brutest of them all. He's pervy, ugly, has a quiff for fucks sake, and he smells like the dollar store perfume all the time.
"You talking about me, dad?" Oh god.
"Like hell we are. So is your momma coming for the ceremony?" At her mention my lips turn upside down, "Actually no. Her husband number four sprained his ankle so she had to stay with him. You could come though." He warmly smiles, "I'll be there, kiddo. I'm leaving for lunch, boy don't mess up and behave yourself." He warns to Nick who haughtily tilts his chin up before saluting, "Yes sir."
"Is it my eyes or are you looking specifically gorgeous today?" And instead of his father's arm now it's his, "Really Dickward? Get your arm off me."
"Woah why so snappy, little O—"
"I dare you to finish that sentence, Nicholas." I growl and he laughs throwing his head back making anger brew in me, I hate when Alphas like him use my gender while talking to me.
"You are so adorbs. Like a little ferocious kitten ready to jump—" a throat clearing makes us both snap our heads to the front, my breathe getting caught because the least thing I expected today was seeing this man at my job.
"Harry." I breathe and he looked down at me with an indescribable look. "Miss Tomlinson."
"It's only Louis. What are you doing here?" His brows raised and I immediately took in his attire, his muscular body was cladded in a formal black shirt tucked in some charcoal pants. And Black has always been my type of turn on colour but on Harry? Fuck could he get any mouth watering!
"I was in the area for business, need some supplies." I nod and elbowed Nick before getting out, "What would you want?"
"Cable ties." He breathes, I strolled towards the particular section, I hand him the bunch of cable ties, "What else?"
"A 6 mm nylon Rope." I smiled at the specific description before walking us to the rope aisle, "You must know what type of colour you want as well?" I asks with a grin and he smiles, "The blue one." His green eyes were on mines, I blush at the intensity,
"Oh sorry we ran out of stock...would the yellow one suffice, Mr.Styles?"
"It's a shame. But yes they'd suffice, Miss Tomlinson." I sputter, "It's only Louis, just Louis." I said him for the tenth time or maybe second but eh who cares.
"I need a duct tape as well." I nod.
"I want to thank you for answer those questions. That meant a lot to Zayn." His eyes snap down to mines, they seemed a bit darker then before, "You do that a lot, you know." I frown, "Huh?"
"That lip thing? You do that too much. And it drives me crazy. So don't do it, Miss—"
"Louis." I breathe out in a whisper, plea whatever you name it because this man just said something too erotic for my single since birth brain, my omega was now whining.
"You are doing it again, Louis." He mumbles and I unconsciously remove my lips from my teeth, "Sorry. The duct tapes. Type A or Type B?" I question my hands were trembling and I'm so sure that if it weren't for those neutralisers I would've been leaking and he with his Lycan senses would've definitely witness me acting like a bitch in heat.
"Both." I nod and grab those, "Cable ties, rope, tape.... Perfect for someone who's about to do some serial killing." I tease and he chuckles, the tension between us still there but on a level which can be ignored, for now.
"Are you calling me a serial killer, Miss Louis?" I giggle and shrug, "Don't worry I'm not killing someone, not today....so what do you suggest I buy now?" He asks,
"Uh overalls so that you don't dirty your clothes." I say rolling on the balls of my heels, "Or I could work naked?" He suggests back, my cheeks heat at his tone, "I'll check out this." My heart was thundering in my chest, this man had a very very bad effect on me.
"You need any help, Little Lou?" Nick asks grabbing my shoulders and giving them a squeeze, "I'm good." I say before looking up to see Harry glaring dangerously at Nick, my whole body erupted into tiny tingles from the my head to the tip of my toes.
"That'll be fifty dollars." He looked at me and the greens in his eyes soften, he handed me the cash while I gave him his bag. Our eyes hadn't lost their contact because there was something too intimate in them, too intense, too delicate—
Harry's phone rang breaking all the delicacy and intense ness of our moment, he looked at the screen with a clenched jaw before tilting his head up, "I'll see you around, Louis." He muttered walking out.
"Have a good day." I mumble because he's already out, "Well that was an interesting sight." Nick whistles earning himself a bruised rib because I punched him, hard. He doubled over with pain but I was busy calming my shaky hands.
I took a deep breathe and peered outside the window to see Harry entering his car, he had his phone on his ears and by the looks of it, he seemed angry. As if sensing my eyes on him he looked at through the glass, that one goddamn look sending goosebumps and tingles down my spine.
My eyes widened when I felt a trickle of slick and as if he knew it, his eyes darken, the heat in my lower abdomen burning up even more because he refused to pull back from the parking. I turned around at the bell chiming, a gasp leaving me at the intense moment I just had, "I'll be out in a minute." I mumbled to Nick before rushing towards the washroom.
Pulling down my pants I immediately grabbed the toilet papers wiping the small amount of slick that escaped me.
Like I said, a danger.