Fated, We'll be Mated [✔]

Chapter 17 - Lights will guide you home

AN: I woke up at 4.30 in the morning (5.30 in my place), my circadian kicking me in the head. It said 'time wake up, bij,' even though I was sleep deprived yesterday and very much wiped.

Anyway, ANYONE IN BKK FOR LOL??????? I've met with GraceTapia and geekykwok. They're so fun to be with. I had a blast in my first day abroad thanks to these two!

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He snuggled to the warm body further, scrunching his nose and curling in on himself tighter when he felt coldness caress his skin. He wasn’t ready to wake up yet, but the annoying cold was chilling him to the bones. Then, another problem presented itself. He needed to relieve himself. But he didn’t want to leave the comfort of his blankets and the loving arms of his mate that were wrapped around him. What a dilemma.

In the end, his bladder won out the battle.

With squinted eyes, he made his out of their bed and walked sluggishly towards the en suite. He kept his eyes closed as much as possible, still chasing the sleep that was slowly lifting from his mind. 

Washing his hands, his eyes caught his figure in the mirror. He opened them a little bit more and watched in fascination at the bite marks and elongated bruises in the shape of slender fingers that littered his body. He grinned at his reflection and at the memory of their passionate night not so long ago. He was so happy.

Not minding his nakedness one bit, he sauntered out of the bathroom to join his mate on their bed again. He was careful not to wake the exhausted alpha as he slid under the covers. Almost immediately, a pale hand snaked their way towards his body, latching itself to the nearest body part it could find, which was his torso, before it dragged him towards the other’s warm body. 

Arthit sighed in contentment in his sleep, burrowing to Kongpob’s neck, probably seeking that heavenly smell that always made him content. The latter pulled the blanket over them securely, wrapping his arms around the body of his alpha and then following him to dreamland immediately. 

A few hours later, the younger of the two woke up again, this time to the incessant ringing of the doorbell. Well, no. Not exactly to the ringing doorbell. It was the hand that kept slapping his chest and the constant shoving he received from his bedmate. 

With an annoyed groan, he reluctantly left the comfort of his bed and made his way downstairs. Then ran back up the stairs to put on a pair of boxers because he was still sleepy, okay? He totally forgot that he was nude.

He opened the door, annoyed expletives already escaping his lips in grumbles, and then proceeded to freeze as his mind seemed to short-circuit. He blinked his eye repeatedly, hoping that the image before him would change. It didn’t.

Bringing his palms together, he hastily greeted the couple standing at his doorway, eyeing him weirdly. Belatedly, he realized that he was almost naked, having only had the brain capacity to don his measly underwear before answering the door.

With a blush high on his cheeks, he widened the door and stoically let his future in-laws inside the house. He led them to sit on the couch and just as he excused himself to be more presentable, he heard a gasp from his mate’s mother.

“Kongpob, dear! What happened to your back?! Was this from the attack?” Achara’s alarmed voice rung around the living area. Kongpob looked back at the worried woman, confusion clear on his face.

“Huh?” he asked. “Uhm… No, Khun Mae. The worst of my injuries was on my face and it’s mostly healed now.”

“Then, what are those marks on your back–” the older omega asked but was cut off by a stoic looking Phunsawat. The latter shook his head slightly to signal his wife that she shouldn’t be continuing with her questioning. Achara was confused but she relented after seeing the mysterious glint on her husband’s eyes.