Bite Till It Bleeds (BoyXBoy/Mpreg)

Chapter One

"Where the hell is he?!" I heard Ian's yells from a distance. I placed my hand over my mouth to muffle my heavy breathing. I didn't think they could hear me from here but I wanted to listen in on the second voice.

"W-we had his scent for a while but lost it. He couldn't have gone far."

"I don't give a fuck! Find him! Fucking shit." I heard Ian yell once more. I couldn't hide for much longer. I was able to throw them off after I threw my sweater over some loose dog but I guess they caught on.

"Listen up boy! You're fucking hilarious if you think I'll let you off easy this time! I'll make it so you won't be able to even think about running away again!" Ian's words made my skin crawl. I need to get away, and quick. Last time he caught me after I left, I wasn't able to move for weeks. I'm pretty sure he broke some ribs but he refused to give me any medical attention. The only reason he wants me back is to have me as his sex toy.

No, I don't want to go back. I need to get away.

I finally crawled out of from behind the fallen tree I had been crouched behind, trying to make as little noise as possible.

In a sudden burst of adrenaline I sprinted in the opposite direction of Ian. I tried hard to lift my legs to prevent tripping on branches and avoided crashing into trees by throwing my hands around in front of me.

It was to hard to see in the dark of the night. Had it not been for the full moon, I wouldn't have bene able as far as I have so far.

Just a bit more.

It was hard to ignore the pain shooting up my leg from Ian's last outburst. At first I couldn't even notice it but once the adrenaline died down, the pain became more and more excruciating.

I felt myself slowing down significantly as it became harder and harder to breathe. My whole body was burning with a specifically painful sensation in my chest. Even then I couldn't stop.

Having lost much of my coordination,  I didn't lift my leg high enough and tripped over a protruding tree root.

I fell hard onto the hard ground, scratching myself in several areas from twigs and rocks. Despite breaking most of my fall with my arms and legs, the force still caused my head to hit the ground with a thud. A sharp pain caused me to wince as I slowly lifted my face off the ground.

I went to go touch my forehead where I felt a warm wetness which I assumed was blood. As I shifted my body upright, I heard rustling of leaves I attributed to me moving but once I paused to look at the cut on my arm, the rustling continued.

My heart sank. My previously heavy breathing stopped and I froze in terror. I expected to hear Ian's voice or one of his betas but there was just silence which caused my heart to race even more. Suddenly a low menacing growl broke that silence.

Wishing it was just a stray dog, I slowly turned my head fearing to see the worst and what I saw was pretty damn close.

About fifty feet away from me, what I noticed immediately was a pair of ferociously piercing red eyes. The size and width of them established the full magnitude of their owner's size. As my sight adjusted gradually, I made out the complete figure.

A fully turned werewolf.

I panicked. I knew it wasn't any of Ian's pack. This one seemed completely rogue. It's rare for any werewolf to shift even halfway and that's only used for fighting but to turn completely to the point of being unrecognizable as a human, my level of fear went far beyond terrified.

I stared him -or rather it- down in hopes he would recognize me as human but it was useless. It's growl slowly shifted into a sinister snarl.

I considered turning myself and fighting back but I was too weak and knew I was no match for him. He would kill me before I was even able to fully protrude my canines. 

In a movement as rapid as I could, I sprinted away from the beast. Almost simultaneously I heard a loud snarl and loud thumping racing towards me.

My heart was pounding faster than I could count beats. I was already fatigued after running from Ian and the previous fall seemed to have caused more lacerations.

As hard as I tried to outrun him, the thumping was only getting louder and louder until finally I felt a hard force propel me forward a few inches off the ground until I fell about 10 feet away, this time with my head taking a much more intense blow.

Once I opened my eyes, everything went blurry. The pain was too much to handle. As I lay there, the beast finally approached me.

Through hazy eyes I looked up and saw those terrifying eyes looming over me and his mouth filled with 3 inch fangs dripping with drool. Each one of his pants condensed into the cold air mingled with my own.

Is this how I die?

I suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later. If not now then in the hands of Ian.

I'm too tired to fight.

I guess I wasn't supposed to have a happy ending.

But....

Why me?

I don't want to......

I don't want to die.

Ethan-

"Dude what the fuck was that?!" Noah ran up to me in complete shock as he looked on at the scene.

"Well, I finally found the rogue." I said out of breathe. The scene was rather shocking, if I do say so myself.

The fully turned rogue werewolf lay in front of me half dead and slowly shifting back into human form. There was blood splattered all over the two of us and my clothes were nearly shredded. Despite the fight he put up, I was able to take him out pretty quickly since he hadn't even seen me coming.

"Call Basel and tell him to send someone to pick up the rogue." I stepped back and looked at the injuries this asshole had given me.

"Jeez, you're going to get yourself killed if you continue doing this yourself." Noah remarked. I ignored him knowing he was just upset he didn't get a chance to show off his fangs.

The cuts weren't too deep, mostly just looked bad from all the blood.

"Is that another victim?" I looked over to see what he was looking at.

"Shit." I hadn't even noticed before. Not far off from the rogue lay a boy on the ground on his back covered in his own set of injuries. I rushed over with Noah right behind me.

I quickly felt for a pulse on his neck.

"He's alive." I sighed in relief.

"What do we do about him?" Noah asked. I thought for a second, not too sure myself. He looked pretty battered and knew he was probably going to need some medical attention.

"We'll take him to the clinic. Have Basel take care of it." I looked over his face to see if maybe I recognized him from town. It was pretty roughed up and bloody from a cut on his forehead. His left eye, right cheek, and the corner of his mouth were all bruised. It was hard just to make out any specific features.

"What the hell are you doing?! I told you to call Basel!" I snapped at Noah who just sat there doing nothing.

"Ethan...his scent..." His tone of voice completely shifted.

"What do you mean?" At first I had no idea what Noah was talking about but soon enough the scent coming off the boy was very clear.

Ian.

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