"Bite."
Darren's fingers curled around Damsel's neck, pressing, closing.
Darren gave him a menacing glare in which Damsel started coughing and grasping for air as a result, but the cold hands imprisoning him restricted him of breaking loose. At this point he couldn't fight back even if he wanted to; Darren's toxic pheromones intoxicated him in place, not letting him do anything but gasp. He tried to pry the fingers away, but he was slowly losing conscious. So he let the feeling of disclosur overtake him as his small breaths became rigid and weak.
He felt ever so pitiful.
The dense air surrounding them multiplied it's weight as Darren squeezed tighter, threatening to completely close his esophagus, Damsel struggled under him as he dug his fingernails into the other's wrists, desperately trying to dislodge him. All meanwhile Darren couldn't even think straight with the image of his poor little brother flashing before his eyes, influencing him to strengthen his uphold to a further extent and act upon his actions.
Matthew's eyes widened behind them as he struggled under the alpha's pheromones, but he stumbled his way to the nearest classroom for anyone of aide.
Damsel's eyes radiated a beg as he looked up through his thick lashes, his face flushing in spite of no air as he felt the knees of darren disclosing between his legs, unintentionally causing friction against the younger's crotch.
Damsel's eyes widened as he clawed at the fingers of his captor uselessly, he couldn't even let out any words as he felt his pants tightening, and the fingers clasped around his throat suddenly felt hotter. Heat made it's way onto his cheeks as the knee against his area kept applying friction from his much damsel was moving. All while Darren was completely oblivious to his actions.
"S-Sto-.." His voice came out small but fragile, so soft, as an accidental quiet moan slipped through under his breath, quiet enough that Darren almost didnt hear it. He looked up at Darren who flinched at the younger's sweet voice.
What was that?
Darrem drew back the amount of force immediately, guilt crawling up his spine. He took a moment to look at the younger's expression as Damsel released heavy breaths.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Damsel let out quietly, his voice shaking as his arms trembled. He looked up at Darren, hate coating his glare.
Damsel's legs tried squeezing themselves shut, but they only added force to the thigh placed between them, which alarmed Darren to look down, only now realizing the position of his leg.
Shit.
He looked back up at the blushing mess of the Boy,
Darren's heart beat paced.
Damsel's face was flushed red, his cheeks rosy and his pigmented lips quivering from panic. The younger's normal signature angry eyebrows were drawn to a softer, flatter shape now and his puffed eyes were glossy from kept tears. At this moment, he looked like a baby, quivering from fear and begging beneath Darren like a hopeless child.
Subconsciously, Damsel's arms snaked up the older's chest and rested them there in order to support himself, his eyes half-hooded and dazed as he released small breaths now, still trying to catch his breath.
That did something to Darren.
Suddenly the commotion of the other students faded in the ears of Darren, who was mesmerized by the younger's sudden submission. He couldnt find himself trying to take his leg away, but instead, this time he purposely grinded his knee between the other's thighs.
"Knight- What are you-.." The younger's voice faded into a surprised almost unrecognable gasp, feeling the friction again, he but his lip to stop himself from letting out any sounds.
Darren could've sworn Damsel was an omega by his prettiness at this moment.
He was absolutely breath-taking,
He didn't know where these sudden thoughts were coming from, but what he did know was that he didn't want to listen to them.
Darren knew he was suppose to let go, He knew he wasn't suppose to take it this far, and he knew he was just suppose to teach the kid a lesson,
But Damsel looked like a total slut, quivering under him like that.
This flicked a switch.
Darren's eyes completely turned black, maybe for other reasons this time.
Pheromones of Lust released and occupied the atmosphere his rage had set earlier, this time the humans of the school didn't feel it, but the other pack members definitely did.
As this happens, Damsel's sinuses ignite with a new smell, something similar to the life energy of the Living but also vastly different. He knew it was coming from Darren, it was his scent, but there was also a hint of something else that was absolutely heavenly. It rushed out from Darren like an explosion of pheromones, so potent that Damsel could almost see it.
Darren used one hand to grip the younger's throat, applying force again until Damsel let out another desirable quiet moan. Damsel's hands fisted up against Darren's chest, scrunching up his shirt as he released the quietest moan, music to Darren's ears. Darren's scent drove Damsel crazy, this wasn't the same pheromones he had smelt earlier, this time the scent was different, it was ..
Addictive.
Darren's free hand slid down against the other's body, feeling the outline of his waist and the curve of his hips to grip him by the thighs, digging into his skin and definitely leaving a mark for later as he grinded his knee against his crotch even further. All while Darren enjoyed the gasps and melodic moans escaping the younger's petite lips that he wanted to ravish right at this moment.
Damsel on the other hand, didn't know if he was suppose to feel pain or discomfort, but the pheromones that he was addicted to mixed with the pain he was feeling, cancelling each other out to an indescribable feeling. He felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he struggled to breath.
His mind grew hazy as the grip on his throat tightened.
Both parties were entranced by eachother, trying to smell eachother's scents-
"Darren- Stop!"
Damsel flinched, And Darren fell out of his trance.
An out-of-breath Samuel came running up to the two, pulling Darren away hurridly and creating distance between the two alphas. "I didn't tell you for you to get yourself in jail!"
Damsel's thoughts caught up with him as his eyes widened, letting realization hit.
What the fuck?
What the fuck just happened?
His chest heaved up and down as he exhaled the deep breaths he was blocked from letting out moments before, he immediately slapped his hand over his neck in bewilderment, still trying to process the events that had just happened. His neck stung, and he knew there were was a bruise over his neck.
In astonishment, his eyes shook as they looked at Darren who was staring at his hands. Darren flinched as he blinked a couple of times, letting his eyes return to their own color as he warily backed away, gazing at his hands in shock. His wolf had completely taken over. It was as if he couldn't even control his body anymore, his body had a mind of it's own,
He lost control.
And that thought scared the shit out of him.
"I'm really happy you stood up for me- But you didn't need to strangle him like that!" The two remembered the presence of Samuel, who was still scolding Darren.
What?
Oh right,
Samuel.
That's what I was angry about.
Darren had completely forgotten about the root of his emotions, he looked Samuel in the eye, still feeling unreal, then he quickly shot a glance at Damsel, who held his gaze.
That was Mathew's queue to Pull Damsel away.
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"I've called you here because," The principle spoke, adjusting her glasses. "Your Sons have shown some very upsetting behavior." She got up from her desk as she slammed two pieces of paper, sliding it towards both Moms.
"And this is not even the first time!" She spoke. "These two troublemakers have been going at it since freshmen year! They're seniors now, I think it's time they learn some discipline."
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Damsel could overhear the conversation going on behind the door as it slowly faded out, words becoming quieter. He clenched his fists in frustration as he punched the wall, drawing his head back from the door. Damsel turned around, remembering Darren was right next to him.
They were both outside of the principle's office, waiting for their moms to finish talking to the headmaster after the fiasco happened, and neither of the two were happy by eachother's presence. Darren leaned against the same wall as Damsel, just a meter away with arms across his chest and eyes closed, his eyebrows were drawn together as if he were concentrating. But just seeing the older's face caused a fire of fury to build up inside the younger's stomach.
Samuel and Mathew had to go to their first period, while the two were stuck breathing in the same air as eachother.
"Fucking shit-head." Damsel muttered as he shot the older a side glare, leaning back against the wall comfortable. The quiet insult didn't go unnoticed of course.
"You know?" Darren started, frustration evident in his voice, pissed at the audacity of the younger. "I'm really starting to wonder if you're mentally crippled."
And that's when the bickering started again.
"Oh shut the fuck up." Damsel shot back, completely ready for another shoot-down.
"This is all your fault, Prince. You should be the only one getting punished." Darren pushed himself off the wall as he made his way towards the shorter male.
"How is it my fault?" Damsel simply scoffed, shuffling away. "You decided to over-react and fucking nearly strangle me to death!" Damsel's hand went to his neck, easing the bruise.
Darren's eyes gazed over the wound, loving the way the now-purple marks were plastered on the younger's pale skin, and how the boy was backing away subconsciously, his wolf howled in satisfaction, but he quickly shook him away.
Both parties remembered the feeling of the incident, and an awkward atmosphere set in.
"You hurt my brother." Darren pointed at the younger's chest accusingly as he tried to the clear the awkwardness, backing him up even more against the wall.
Red alarms went off in Damsel's head, the memory of the strangulation moment flashed before his eyes, how his air-ways were blocked, how he was a strand away from death, how close the older was, how he felt, how he enjoyed the feeling of the older's hand around his throat. How the older was feeling up his crotch. He felt his heart beat pacing with fear.
Damsel quickly shoved him away y the chest, making some distance between them, heat making his way up his cheeks as he conjured the memory again out of panic.
"I'm not gay!"
Darren's face scrunched up in confusion, backing up.
"I didn't say that you were-."
"Then Stop fucking doing that shit!" Damsel whisper-yelled. "Are you gay or something?" Damsel leaned in whispering, his voice showing genuine concern.
"What?" Darren immediately put up his hands in surrender. "Where is this coming from? What did I even do?"
"WhAt diD I dO?" Damsel imitated in a stupid voice,
"Dont act stupid, Do you have a BDSM kink or something? Cause that's really fucked up."
Look who's talking.
"What the actual fuck, Prince?" Darren laughed bitterly, not knowing if the younger was being serious or not. "What even is BD AIDS?" He gasped in offence.
"I do not have AIDs!"
Damsel looked at the older, eyes wide.
"At least not anymore-" Darren informed.
"I'm so sorry for calling you an idiot all those years, Knight."
"Oh." Darren smiled,
"It's oka-."
"You're just plain stupid."
Darren was about to come back with a witty remark, but just at that moment, the door opened, breaking apart any further arguments.
Immediately, both boys straightened their backs and practically ran back to their original positions as Damsel put his hands behind himself, in a suspicious stance.
A calm, posh red-headed woman came out of the office, she wore a laced pitch-black fitted dress with black elbow-length gloves, her high-heels were about 10cm, adding even more onto her already tall height making her look like a looming tower. She wore scarlet-red lipstick and a heavy black smokey-eye, and Damsel couldn't help but snort.
1980's Vampire diva much?
Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as he made eye-contact with the women holding a dark aura, her eyes looked him up and down judgingly with hate, and he could've sworn he heard a bitchy scoff coming from her as she looked away, The sound of her high heels clicking in the silent hallway.
Oily voice, greased back hair, hunched back, piercing black eyes, false smile, watches you like a wolf might observe it's prey, slight smile.
An obviously-forced smile made it's way onto her face as she walked by, but Damsel wished he could rip that smirk off of her.
Her smile sent shivers down his spine.
"Derrykins, dear."
Darren flinched at her voice, she was angry, mad angry.
He could tell from the sugar-sweet tone of her voice.
"Your father is waiting for you at home, let's go, shall we?"
The woman didn't wait for an answer, she simply continued strolling along the hallway with a smile laced on her face. Darren took a second to glance at Damsel, who ushered him to go, before hurriedly chasing after his mom.
"Mother listen-.."
. .
"I.."
Their voices faded away.
Damsel suddenly felt an itchy feeling crawling up his back, he felt uneasy for some reason, the image of that horrid woman made him want to vomit, she had always given him those dirty side glances, ever since he was small for a matter of fact. She reminded him of a witch.
Then he felt an insane amount of pain coming from his ear lobe.
"You seem to be regretting your actions." A chilling voice remarked sarcastically.
"Ouch- Ouch! Mom stop!" He groaned as he resisted the hand pulling him by the lobe.
"You are just one big ball of trouble, aren't you!" She hissed as she pulled him along, "We tell you not to do one thing," She continued. "One small, tiny thing. And you just had to do it, didn't you?"
By the tone of her voice, she was fuming. His mother wasnt the type to act on her emotions, but when she did get angry, it was a hell storm.
"Mom listen to me, I didn't mean to-." He tried to pry her hands off of his ear as he groaned, but she pulled even harder. He was terrified that his own mother would rip her ears off.
"Ah- Ah!"
"Save it for Nick, Alexander."
Second names, shit.
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Hearing the news, Alpha Nick placed around the room before grabbing Damsel's face. "Have you absolutely lost your mind?" His voice was half way between a whisper and a shout, deep, rumbling like an earthquake, but still full of the panic and terror.
Damsel felt the guilt in his heart.
The Alpha ran his hand through his almost balding cropped hair three times in quick succession and fixed his son in a stare that could have frozen the Pacific. He snarled more than spoke. "I had some hope in you, I really did." He spoke, "Honestly I hope you're satisfied by your actions Damsel, I hope you understand that you put yourself and your grudges," He held his son's eyes.
"Before your people." He finished as he pointed at the teenager's chest.
Damsel dropped his gaze to the floor and hooked his thumbs into his worn jeans. The past 20 years of contracts and meetings were spent for nothing, the past 20 years his father had tried making peace meant nothing. He'd tried to get through to his son millions of times since birth. Shouting at his son never worked and he didn't have the chops for it anymore. His father released a stressed shaky breath as he massaged the crook of his nose,
"Get out of my sight, Damsel." His father calmly spoke, closing his eyes and massaging his temples.
"Dad-, listen to me, I didn't mean to-."
"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
The wine glass missed him by a millimetre.
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He closed the door behind himself with shaky fingers, blocking out the sounds of breaking glass coming from downstairs.
One second passed.
He was completely alone.
Two seconds passed.
The walls were closed in on him, nobody could see or hear him.
Three seconds passed.
It hit like a train.
Guilt was eating and pestering him up from the core of his heart. A fire of shame and fury burned deep in his mind and throat. Remorse hit Damsel like a sledgehammer. He could feel daggers of pain aiming at him from the shouting of his father down the stairs.
Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, but he held them back.
How he longed to go back and take a different path, but now that was impossible. There was no way back. There was no way to make it right. The remorse would eat at him everyday of his life.
He would be the reason hundreds of his pack members died at war.
Their families would cry, Mateless widows would mourn, the children would grow up without parents.
He bit back the tears as he took out his phone and dialed the number he had saved as his emergency contact.
The number he had called far too many times before.
This was his last string of hope.
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"Vincent..?" Damsel spoke softly, not like his usual voice.
"Hey Plum," A deep voice on the other line answered, his voice sounded scruffy, as if he had just woken up.
"It's 4AM in britain right now," He bit his lip, "I'm sorry for waking you up."
"No problem sugar plum, what's wrong?" He yawned.
That's when Damsel broke down,
As much as he tried to hold the shameful droplets in, the regret came out like an uproar from his throat in the form of tears. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping.
He hated himself at times like these,
Crying so easily.
He started explaining everything that had happened, trying to be as vague as possible at some preferred parts.
Everything except the pheromones part, of course.
"He's angry, Vincent, He started breaking everything in the house." He cried, "And I'm the one at fault, The knight pack are probably going to attack, Vincent-.."
The other line stayed quiet for a moment, before talking.
"Don't listen to them." He simply said.
"What..? But-" Damsel wiped a tear, confused.
"You did nothing wrong, Plum."
"What about the war?" He pushed. "We're gonna go into war, we don't have the facilities!"
"Don't submit to them," he started. "Would you rather hold back whenever they try do something, beg them for forgiveness, and try to stay on their good side?"
Damsel didn't like the sound of that.
"Or show them who the real boss pack is?" Vincent's voice brightened.
"If they want to start a war, then be it, I'll even come back to america to assist." He continued. "If i were you, I'd even pick on the kid even more, they're knight trash, if that's how weak their men act, then they've got nothing against us.
For the next 30 minutes, Vincent kept comforting him.
"You're not at fault Damsel."
45 minutes.
"You did the right thing."
1 hour.
"Infact, you should push them even further."
At this point, Damsel listened intently, taking in his advice, and the more he thought about it, the more he realised how Vincent was right.
Why should he be scared of picking a fight?
Why should he lower his neck to those garbage bags anyway?
And besides,
Vincent was never wrong.
He had never been wrong before,
So why would he start now?
"You're right, thank you vincent."
"Of course."
Damsel hung up,
Infact, you should push them even further.
The thought trundled through his brain like a through train, with no intention of stopping. As he watched it's tail lights winking in the distance, all trace of it leaving his neurons, he wondered if maybe that was the one idea that would gain his pack's victory.
He let out a sigh as he rested his head against the wall, before he heard a notification from his phone.
[1 New messages from: Unknown]
His eyes adjusted as his curiosity ate him up, he sat up straight and slid his finger to the left, opening up his messages.
UNKNOWN
I am not into BDSM.
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