Alpha Conway

PART 8

PART 8

The scream was what had awoke the blonde. Chase sitting straight up in his bed, his senses running high, as his wolf paced the confines of his mind. Growling and scratching at anything in site.

Then came the immense pain.

Enough to send the blonde back onto his bed, gasping like he'd been shot with an arrow, straight through the chest. Then spreading like wildfire through his body and limbs.

But he knew that wasn't the case.

He wasn't feeling his own pain. It was Aeris that was feeling this.

He let out a howl, so loud he knew the whole packhouse would hear as he lunged out of the bed. His wolf already fighting to take control as his bones cracked then reformed again in seconds, his clothes completely torn to shreds in the process.

He ran out of the house, his huge paws beating the earthy ground as he ran with determination. His growls resonating throughout the area, as he threw himself into th direction of his mates home, feeling more livid and on fire than he had ever felt in his entire life.

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Aeris let out a loud whimper as Damien pinned him to the bed, "You fighting me will only make it worse..."

"Fuck you," he retorted angrily, though it wasn't as threatening as he thought it was gonna be.

More like a breathy, type of whine.

"Believe me, I already intend to do just that..." he leaned down, his breath hot against the boy's soft skin as he grasped his narrow hip, "So don't even worry your pretty little head about it."

Aeris glared at the male, as he tried to throw him off, but his strength was unforgiving. It felt like he was being trapped underneath a giant piece of steel.

"What do you want...? Please just let me go," he sobbed now, not understanding why he was being manhandled and treated like this. He didn't even know this person.

So why was he talking about fucking him?

"Everything... from the blood running in your veins to the vacancy in your womb," he replied almost instantaneously, as the smaller male froze from the overwhelming sense of longing in his voice.

Wait, womb?

"B-but I'm a boy, what do you mean?!" he panicked, starting to squirm underneath the larger male.

Though Damien was completely unfazed, his hand gripping the boy's hips, as he set to work on the thin pajama pants he was wearing. Pulling them all the way off of his thin frame and exposing all the unblemished, pink flesh underneath, including his pink panda bear underwear.

"Wait! No-! I'm a boy, stop it!" Aeris cried as he felt his pants get ripped off, completely embarrassed as tears fell down his red cheeks.

"No this isn't right! Please..." he sobbed as Damien leaned over him once more, his lips on the soft flesh of his neck, kissing and sucking. Until he felt something sharp, and then instead of going away, it got worse.

Aeris couldn't help but scream in agony, as his fangs entered his neck, gouging the main arteries there.

Damien holding the small boy still, in complete bliss as his delectable blood flooded his tongue and mouth. Heightening his senses and drowning out anything else that was on his mind. So that all he could think about was his beloved.

The small male that struggled, and thrashed underneath him.

He licked the wounds clean, then pulled away, Aeris gasping feverishly as he fell against the bed, completely exhausted. His dark curls sticking to his forehead as he struggled to find air.

Damien had planned to take the smaller, but that wouldn't be happening while he was in this state.

"Rest my love, " he stroked his head, affectionately.

Pulling away from him so that he could lay him fully on the bed, though his eyes couldn't seem to stray from his bare thighs and legs.

"Mine, all mine, " he repeated like a mantra, as he stroked his soft curls, proudly eyeing the mark he had left, and who he had left it on.

One that would be clear to vampires and any other supernatural creature out there, who he belonged to.

And his cousin, Chase, would be far too late.