Their Terrifying Love

Chapter 3

Author's note: "hi" means that they are talking
'hi' means that they are thinking
*moves *means movement

Takemichi's Pov:

I winced as I felt the Shiro san grip on my waist tighten. Damnit, I just had to say that. I didn't mean to, it just slipped out. "Takemichi" I flinched when I heard him call my name. I could hear the anger in his voice. "I-I'm sorry." I winced when I felt my hair being griped as it was pulled backwards.

"Didn't we have a talk about this before?" "When are you going to understand, being outside is dangerous?" I hear him say as I look the other way. I didn't want to meet his gaze. "Takemichi, look at me." I felt the grip in my hair tighten as my head was forcefully moved to meet his gaze. "B-but it's not like we can't handle ourselves. We were fine before we met and we are dominant omegas, so...." my words were cut off by the glare he sent my way.

I felt a shiver down my spine, as I felt tears building up in my eyes. I hate it when he looks at me like that. It's like all the kindness and love were gone and were replaced with obsession and possessiveness. It also made it look like I was in the wrong even though half the time I'm not. I hated it. It was like he was someone totally different. I then hear him sigh. He then bends down as his lips connect to mine. His gaze had softened and his grip was no longer painful. The kiss was full of passion and love, and I found myself completely submitting to him.

After a couple of seconds, he pulls away and gives me a soft kiss on my forehead. Normally I would have thought that his actions were cute, but they weren't, not right now. It was scary that his mood changed this fast. It was always scary. What's more scary about this was that it was always unpredictable. It was the second thing I hated; the first was the punishments he gave. "Takemichi, I'm sure we have had this conversation already hm? We don't want other alphas hurting you or the others" "We just want you four safe. You know I won't do anything to hurt you four, right?" He asks while gently stroking my cheek, and I just nod. It was all I could do.

"Good boy." I felt another kiss on my forehead as I tried to hold back the tears that wanted to fall. "Why don't you four go freshen up and meet us in the living room," Shiro san suggests with a smile. We just nod in response. All the alphas then left the room, leaving us alone. Soon, I felt arms around me as I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding in. "That was so scary," I whimpered out. "I know, it must have been," I heard Mitsuya say. Inupi then walks in front of me. He suddenly lifts my sweater up.

"Inupi, why would you..." My words were cut off by him rubbing my waist area. I flinch in pain. It hurts. "As I thought," he said, as I looked down. I immediately looked away when I saw it. There were blue and purple like bruises forming around my waist where Shiro held me. "Can you heal them up?" Mitsuya asked, and I nodded in response. I put my arm around my stomach area. As I did that, I soon felt warmth, signaling that it was working. When I took off my hands, the wounds were gone.

"Always let's go freshen up before they get inpatient and angry." It was Fuyu who spoke as he made his way to the bathroom.

After about half an hour, we were all dressed up. Mitsuya chose matching outfits for all of us. He chose baby blue jackets with flowers on them, matching pants, and baby blue fluffy knee-high socks. Both Fuya and I wore them. Mitsuya and Inupi had the same outfit, but instead of blue, it was white and black. After all of us were dressed, we made our way to the living room.

As we arrived, Fuya wrapped his arms around him as he mumbled something. "Fuya, what's wrong?" he shakes his head as he continued to hug me. "Mitchy, fuya come here." I turn my head to see Draken smiling. It wasn't his usual smile; it wasn't the smile that made my heart flutter or gave me a sense of being protected. No, this smile was a fake one. It was forced. He smiles like that only when he's angry really really angry.

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Tbc