Even minutes after Kayleb stopped his car, no one had left the car. He breathed heavily as Jerome sat there confused, not knowing what he had done wrong.
Luke gently stroked his Alpha's arm the entire time. Very slowly to calm him down.
Not far from Kayleb's car, by the pillars that supported his house, stood Dal and Chad, waiting there for what seemed like a few minutes. The latter held back the former, as both could see through the car windows that something was wrong with Kayleb. They could tell he was upset about something. It was worrying them both, even if Chad tried to hide it.
When Kayleb finally moved and opened his car door, Dal could break free from his best friend's grasp and immediately rushed to hug his soulmate.
But before he could get closer, another hand pulled him away from where he was supposed to be: with his soulmate. He tried aggressively to free himself, but the hand holding him back had a strangely firm grip on his arm.
When Dal looked back, he saw the little wolf Kayleb had saved from his pack, holding him back with a strength he never thought possible of such a tiny guy. After all, he was just an Omega, right?
"Don't," Luke whispered to Dal, "Wait until he calms down."
Taken aback, he tried to argue, but Chad also took his side and reinforced Luke's claim.
His mood sank. He was sad that he couldn't help Kayleb now that he was finally allowed in. He wanted to show that what he had shown his soulmate when they first met was really not him. Make it better somehow, even if it was just a little.
With his head hanging, he followed his soulmate into the house. The heavy wooden door was open. All three who remained outside could feel or smell the sadness Dal exuded.
It wasn't easy for them either, as everyone had grown close to Kayleb, even Jerome.
They waited a while before going into the house, too. Luke, the last, closed the door behind him, but his thoughts were far away. As he walked further into the house, he was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Dal standing in front of the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall.
"Just wait a few minutes. Cooking always calms him down," Luke told him sympathetically. He gently touched his arms. "When he has calmed down, touch as much of his skin as possible. It will help appease his anger."
"What happened?" Dal asked after a moment when Luke was already on his way into the living room.
Luke wasn't sure what to say and suddenly stopped. I'm thinking about it myself. He really had no idea.
"It has something to do with Jaxonz music. It wasn't the first time he reacted like that. He almost exploded the first time," he told Dal, with a casual tone, the only information he had.
It only confused the Northern Pack heir even more, as it didn't really make sense to him. Why would Kayleb get so angry about music? Or a musician? Was there something he didn't know about? Instead of asking questions, he watched Kayleb prepare the food and waited for the moment when he would see his body relax.
As soon as he saw how the intense tension in his soulmate's shoulders relaxed significantly, he took his chance. He quickly pushed himself off the wall and walked across the basalt tiles that resembled Dal's dark hair right over to Kayleb.
Kayleb was deep in thought when suddenly, two strong arms encircled his middle. He was shocked but comfortable. Two hands found their way under his shirt and traced circles on his chiseled abs.
Dal rested his chin on Kayleb's shoulder since they were about the same height, with him only about three or five centimeters taller than his soulmate.
Not a word was spoken. Dal watched him cut the food and later moved with him as he started cooking. He was amazed at the skills Kayleb clearly displayed. It brought a smile to his face that despite everything that had happened, Kayleb still felt the need to try to impress him. At this point, Dal would be happy if Kayleb talked to him once a year.
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Dark Twin Moon - The Awakening
FantasyAfter a great tragedy, Kayleb found himself in exile in a city he had not been to for a long time. Could he manage to regain his standing in society? Or will his apparent nature of violence erupt once more?