Vegaspete Oneshort

Amarish...

Vegas is a true blooded alpha... He was a blessed child of moon goddess...The  moon goodness blessing him  with magical abilities beyond mortal human..He can call upon the very forces of nature - bending elements to his will, communing with beasts and spirits of the wild. The goodness of the moon also blessed him with the gift of healing. He can mend broken bones with a touch, cure poisons with a whisper, and soothe the most grievous of wounds. And he can make any people sleep with his power.. But it can't be happened if the other person is a true blooded alpha...

He has a Omega brother and he has 3 cousin.. Kinn and Kim true blooded alpha.. And khun a Omega..
Kinn and Kim has their own Luna.. Porsche and chay..

Vegas and kinn fight all their lives. Until they found out their father want to kill their Omega brother.. Vegas kill them with Kim kinn support..

And they decided to live in same mansion rather then their old two mansion.... In this way their bond become close.... And they forgot about their past... As they moved into their new shared residence, the brothers found themselves growing even closer.

                        🪐🪐

A man's powerful form lies prone, his strong back glistening with beads of sweat. His features contort in the throes of a nightmare, his arms flailing as if warding off unseen foes.

𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚???

𝙃𝙢𝙢.

Beneath the silvery light of the moon,  his strong muscled back glistening with sweat.

Vegas wake up .His full body was drenched in sweat.. He was breathing heavily. 

His eyes was glowing red. He closed his eyes and his pupil became black once again. His eyelids flicker open, revealing eyes that burn with a silent pain. His face contorts, the lines and angles twisting into a mask of suffering as a nightmarish vision haunts his dreams.

He  slowly took a glass and put the rim in his mouth and swallow the water.. Wetting his dry mouth..

He glances at the clock, its face glowing an accusing red in the darkness. 3:00 AM stares back at him, a mocking reminder of the long hours stretching endlessly before dawn.

He shifted aimlessly in his bed. Controlling his inner demon. But nothing in this world can clam him down well except him. The beautiful brown eyes can. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 If only he was here...

" Amarish.. "

His voice trembles with a hint of longing and frustration. In his fitful slumber, he's plagued by visions only he can soothe. A man who holds the power to calm his troubled mind or shatter his sanity with a mere word or touch.

His chest heaves as he takes deep, deliberate breaths, battling to rein in his fury. Veins bulge in his neck, and his hands clench into fists.

He wasn't angry at the beautiful brown eyes. He was angry with himself his wolf 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙨. Who demand something that he can't grant..  It's something that he wants to have but he can't have...He was longing for him .. But still he can't...

A potent mix of aggressive pheromones begins to emanate from his body, filling the air with an intoxicating aroma that speaks of raw power and uncontrollable rage...

A low, guttural sound rumbles from deep within his chest, building in intensity until it erupts into a feral, animalistic growl.almost inhuman sound...

He wasn't enraged by the memory of those captivating, chocolate-brown eyes. No, his fury was directed inward, at his own weakness, at his beast's relentless yearning. At his own wolf who wanted nothing but his amarish....