The Safe Haven

Shore

Okay, so there is gonna be a spoiler of one of the last chapters at the end of this post
And this post is gonna be pretty short because of the spoiler and kinda... adult-y, not $mut, just kissing (I'm terrible at writing that stuff).

Anyways enjoy

We continued to sit on the stone shore. I dried myself off with my towel and laid it down. I then laid on top of it and pulled Stars right next to me.

"I really like you," Stars claimed.
"I really like you too," I whispered back.
He held the towel tightly around himself and rested his head on his knees. His fire and ice eyes stared into the sparkling water.
I sat up and tilted my head.
"Are you okay?"
America looked down before turning his eyes onto me. I could tell something was still troubling him, even after our previous conversation.

"Why do you like me?" he mumbled. That question took me by surprise.
"You marked me because you didn't want me to die, and that's basically it. Don't alpha's typically mark weak, attractive omegas and strong betas? I'm neither of those." America sunk into himself more.
I gently stroked his soft hair before I cupped his face and made him look at me.
"You're right. I did mark you because I didn't want you to die. And you aren't a weak omega. My urge to protect you developed into these feelings. You are a strong omega with beautiful scars to prove it," I kept my voice low, but since my voice is deep, it was more like a growl.
"You also have nice scars," my mate mumbled. I chuckled lightly then gave him a soft kiss. I moved my hand to the back of his neck while my Stars hummed into the kiss. I parted from the kiss before looking at the red face of America.
An idea popped inside my head.
I took his hand in mine and started to kiss up to his arm, using scars as guidelines.
Stars' blush was heavy.
After I was led up to his neck, I started to kiss and nip at his neck and chest to find his sweet spot.
America's breathy pants and faint moans fill the pine-scented air.
I had to stop myself from going too far.
My mate wiggled out from under me.
I chuckled and draped a towel around his shoulders as I lead the way back home

Okay the update is done, now this is some snippets of the last chapter

HEAVY SPOILERS

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3rd pov

The Brit stood in shock. He could only hold his mate as she wept into his shoulder.
He looked up to see his second son, that had clear, warm, salty tears streaming down his face and emerald eyes that never seemed to blink. They were too fixated on the body that laid, unmoving, on the dirt path.

The tall alpha stood up and looked around at his packs' reactions.

France weeping into Britain's shoulder, clutching desperately at the collar of his button-down shirt. Her mate had silent tears running down his face as he held her back.
Canada's face contained a mixture of emotions. Sadness and rage. He wanted to get revenge on whoever did this. He swept away his tears before going into his house to confined in his mate.
Poland and Germany were in shock. They couldn't comprehend what was happening. Their dear friend laying in front of them dead. It couldn't be real, right?
Kazakhstan, Belarus, Estonia, and Finland all bowed their heads in silence respectively.
Russia looked emotionless. The dull eyes had cried all of their tears. He couldn't risk looking as weak as he felt in front of his pack.
America looked peaceful, for once. He only looked this peaceful while sleeping, but somehow he managed to look like nothing bothered him. Like he wasn't just in the most extreme pain he has ever experienced.

He looked peaceful, happy even, while everyone else was in pieces.

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