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In a world where all the myths and legends are true and the blood you are born with determines whether you will oppress, or 𝘣𝘦 oppressed, a group of boys from opposing bloodlines come together in an unlikely alliance, only to find themselve...
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𝒜 long time ago, San had heard Seonghwa call someone in their village a "moron" under his his breath, and having never heard the word before, when they'd gotten home, he'd asked him what it meant. Seonghwa had told him it was a word to describe a "special kind of idiotic idiot."
He'd not really understood what that meant, but he stored the word away anyway, just in case, which was good, because sitting with his Alpha's shirt wrapped around his face covered in dirt, a moron was exactly how he felt.
The dirty material was doing a poor job of stifling the sweet scent of blood in their den melting over his tongue and making his true face struggle to rise through his skin, and if anything, it was only making him focus more on how much he wanted a taste, rather than masking it.
Wooyoung had awoken from his restless sleep in a bloodied coughing fit, choking so badly it terrified him as he patted him on the back. He'd never seen anyone choke before and didn't know what to do, especially when blood splashed onto his lips and he swallowed big mouthfuls of it.
He felt helpless as he tried to purr the way Seonghwa always did to keep him calm, struggling to make it sound like his Alpha's, for he still wasn't very good at it. But doing his best, although he wasn't sure whether it had the same effect on Elves, he did it anyway, if not for something to do to distract himself from piningafter his blood.
He wasn't quite sure how much longer he could cope with being enshrouded in the Elf's sweet scent, yearning for a taste of the crimson sweetness he coughed up. His neck was just there, such tender, soft skin above veins he could hear pulsing... Sinking his teeth through that gentle shroud would be like sinking them into heaven, he already knew...
However clamping his mouth shut, fangs stabbing through his lips piercing them shut, he squeezed his eyes closed and tried to focus on the scent of his Alpha...
Something that confused him, for suddenly, with his senses on such high alert, he thought he could pick up more than just his forestry, earthy scent surrounding him...
He realised why when his ears pricked to movement outside fast incoming—his Alpha was returning home.
At first, he was relieved, wanting nothing more than to have Seonghwa come and make everything better, the way he knew he would.
However he jolted as he picked up not only his Hyungs scent, but a second one, too...
Eyes snapping open in mild terror, he listened intently to the sound of Seonghwa stopping just outside their door with company, every ounce of his being wanting to take Wooyoung hide, curling up in a corner and keeping silent. No one ever visited their den, and whoever it was, wasn't another Alpha...
But when the door unlocked and swung open, god, while he really didn't like the intrusion in their den, he didn't know whether to cry or rejoice as he recognised the stranger—the blonde Elf that he severely disliked, but an Elf that hurried inside nonetheless.
