01-23-2017, 10:35 PM
The alpha stood in the shower, taking deep breaths under the cold water stream. The sounds of the street intensify, resounding on his ears while the smell of delicious fresh bread on the corner's bakery, mixes with trash, blooming flowers and the oil leaking from his Supra. In addition, the sensation of skin burning and itching zones begins to drive him crazy.
What. The. Hell. He growls, trying to contain himself from making a hole in the tiles. You have to understand the poor beast though, trying to put the pieces together and figure out why is his body reacting like this. He doesn't have a mate after all. There's no omega in his life who wakes with him every morning, kissing his jaw, humming happily, hiding under his big frame. There's not handsome wolf fighting for the remote, chosing things for him, carrying his pups...... triggering his instincts.
The water stops.
Where did all that come from? The questions expands through his thoughts. On the other hand, the lycan viciously pumps his member and holds back a howl when painting the curtains white. This has gone too far and Gerard knows it, but the fact this attraction appeared so suddenly, scares him the most.
Anger raises in him, ignoring the happiness he felt when meeting Larry for the first time on that bright day. Now he curses the attractive designer, for winning a place on his ...... that word that begins with "H".
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Almost raw bacon and a ton of eggs are his breakfast, considering the accelarted metabolism dictating his behavior. The apartment looks too small and he struggles finding air with the increased heart rate tormeting his arteries. Finally, the wolf grabs his keys and storms out of the room, driving to the studio.
His foot hesitates between the gas and brake pedals, vision blurry and eyes slightly glowing.
Being a saturday, he expects, no, hopes that there's no one in their workplace aside of some guards. Yet, when he enters his "office", wanting to feel Larry's scent lingering softly in the air, Gerard is recieved with said man wearing another's alpha musk.
L-Larry?
The downhill trip isn't stopping, but he hopes it will some day.
What are you doing here bro?...
What. The. Hell. He growls, trying to contain himself from making a hole in the tiles. You have to understand the poor beast though, trying to put the pieces together and figure out why is his body reacting like this. He doesn't have a mate after all. There's no omega in his life who wakes with him every morning, kissing his jaw, humming happily, hiding under his big frame. There's not handsome wolf fighting for the remote, chosing things for him, carrying his pups...... triggering his instincts.
The water stops.
Where did all that come from? The questions expands through his thoughts. On the other hand, the lycan viciously pumps his member and holds back a howl when painting the curtains white. This has gone too far and Gerard knows it, but the fact this attraction appeared so suddenly, scares him the most.
Anger raises in him, ignoring the happiness he felt when meeting Larry for the first time on that bright day. Now he curses the attractive designer, for winning a place on his ...... that word that begins with "H".
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Almost raw bacon and a ton of eggs are his breakfast, considering the accelarted metabolism dictating his behavior. The apartment looks too small and he struggles finding air with the increased heart rate tormeting his arteries. Finally, the wolf grabs his keys and storms out of the room, driving to the studio.
His foot hesitates between the gas and brake pedals, vision blurry and eyes slightly glowing.
Being a saturday, he expects, no, hopes that there's no one in their workplace aside of some guards. Yet, when he enters his "office", wanting to feel Larry's scent lingering softly in the air, Gerard is recieved with said man wearing another's alpha musk.
L-Larry?
The downhill trip isn't stopping, but he hopes it will some day.
What are you doing here bro?...