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Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became on...
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A frown took over his features as he examined the still fresh bite. The skin around the bite was still tender, elevated slightly in an ugly-looking mark on the juncture of his shoulder. With a grimace, he pulled the collar of his loose-fitted shirt so the soft material rested against the inflamed skin instead of pooling around his shoulders thoughtlessly. With the mark now hidden beneath the thin fabric, the boy nodded to himself and exited the bathroom with a somewhat relaxed posture.
He came to a halt, eyes falling over the sleeping form of Louis. The drapes were closed (for what seemed like the first time in forever), encompassing the room in pure darkness. Harry could barely make out the outline of Louis' sleeping frame, the alpha hidden beneath the pile of quilts Harry had used to build his nest. When he had woken up earlier in the morning, the boy was moderately confused about his surroundings— his confusion had amplified tenfold when he had realized he was in his wolf form before the events of the previous night had resurged back in his mind.
There was an aura of serenity that always surrounded Louis whenever he was sleeping, it was akin to the way a child slept with such puerile innocence, totally oblivious of his environs. And that warmed Harry's heart— the puerile innocence that Louis only displayed while asleep. It was something that clashed against his awake self— the blood-hankered alpha one could easily mistake for a rogue. The omega had been rendered speechless by the way Louis had brawled with the pack of rogues, merciless and hardhearted as he had ripped off the flesh of each member of the pack as if that was something so common as brushing one's teeth. It was terrifying, the thought of being married to someone who could easily kill a whole pack of alpha rogues.
Harry still hadn't forgotten the night when he had witnessed Louis kill a man, and he comprehended just how weak-willed he was. He couldn't even speak up about a homicide that had happened in his own house, much less be angry with Louis for the same. The disgust he had felt that night had washed away the same night Louis had agreed to his wishes of going back to La Terre Des Lilas, and any residual determination of ignoring Louis and confronting him about the abhorrent act had been washed away to the shore when the alpha had let him rest his head on his lap under the warm moonlight. Harry still held that moment close to his heart, still reminisced the night before going to sleep, still indulged in the feeling of euphoria that had coursed through his veins the moment his head had hit Louis' lap. He just hoped Louis wouldn't go back to his old self anytime soon.
Realizing he had been staring at the alpha for a period of time that definitely wasn't considered normal, the omega took light steps towards the door. Once outside of the room and in the hallway, he closed the door behind him gently so as to not disturb Louis' pacific slumber. As he walked down the stairs, the recollections of last night replayed in his mind over and over again like a broken record stuck on one segment. His mind grasped the severity of the situation, the reddened skin of the juncture of his shoulder evidence enough that things could have elevated from there if Louis hadn't arrived. The rogue wolf would have definitely bit him on his bond mark to claim him for the time being before mating him traditionally. His stomach churned at the thought of being bonded with any alpha other than Louis.
