The One I Want (BoyXboy)

The tale of the Bewitched: Part 3

The kiss was searing hot and Dallas was feeling the need the mark his mate. He looked into his mate's eyes which was teasing him continously. Soft hands roamed around his chest and thighs groaning for the need of his mate. Dallas was suprised lightly at the playfulness of Nyle. He was shy and talked less. He just stole glances at him and didn't have the courage to touch him but now...it was a like another version of Nyle kissing him like he was starving for it. Suddenly he noticed.

Those eyes turned mossy green for just a millisecond.

Dallas pushed him and snarled when he realised he was being deceived. Kyle got up laughing away to glory and gave a seductive gaze to Dallas as he walked towards him.

" Dallas, you are not alpha to be just like that." he said as he chuckled. " My, what a kisser you are."

" How dare you!" he growled as he lunged towards Kyle. With a smile on his face, he vanished in thin air. Smoke dissipated from where Kyle stood leaving Dallas shocked as to what happened.

Something was wrong, he knew it. He could feel it in his gut. His eyes shot towards the place where Nyle had ran away. The dark forest somehow seemed omnious to him. He felt he was losing his love.

Dallas didn't think twice when he ran shifting on the way. His dark wolf ran towards the smell. Smell of blood. Of his mate. He was injured...Dallas gave out a distressed howl making his father and other betas aware of the situation. As he ran he heard several howls from the far distant.

The smell got stronger as he approached the tombs of the ancient wolves and what he saw in front of him made hims stop. His wolf felt every muscle in him shiver. Shiver with agony and wrath. His eyes turned dangerously golden, his claws protuding outside digging in the ground. His teeth bared as he stared at Kyle.

Kyle stood up wiping the blood from his face and smiled lovingly at Dallas.

" This is it, Dallas." he said. " All you can do is growl at me while your little boy will die staring at you in pain."

Nyle's head bobbed as he saw Dallas staring at him. The pain was so unbearable, he couldn't even speak.

Kyle eyed his brother as he breathed lightly as if he could not take in much air. As if death was near him.

His skin fell off his arm making him bleed more. What shocked Dallas more was that Kyle was successful in skinning Nyle's left arm. No skin was left on his left arm and bleeding in larged amount.

His mate.

His mate.

His mate.

His.

His.

His.

Mate was dying.

Dying.

Dying.

DYING!!

Dallas pounced on Kyle biting of his hand. Kyle screamed as he felt his muscles being torn by Dallas. He couldn't even say it was Dallas. It wasn't Dallas. It was Wolf. A wolf losing its mate. A rouge alpha.

Dallas snarled and chewed off Kyle's arm and threw his body towards the tombstone. Kyle whimpered as blood flew down his mouth. He smiled as Dallas approached him, this time he was in his human form. Naked, Dallas flexed his muscles. His eyes still had that burning gold colour. He eyed at the pathetic wolf and tore out a ancient spear embedded on the pillar.