"Pretty sure we made it clear last time that you weren't supposed to be in our territory." The beta said, stepping closer to the omega, who was trying to catch his breath.
"Some assholes from your clan were chasing me in my clans territory. Again." The omega replied, taking a step backward and crossing his arms. The beta smiled and shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, then began examining the face of the omega. The last time he trespassed into the Pínghéng Clan's territory, it was for the same reason. Everyone always talked about Mason Peterson, the blonde omega from the River Clan, saying that he was too pretty for his own good and how they wanted to do distasteful things to him.
"So? Stay in your own territory." the beta said, and his eyes followed Mason's hands as they dropped to his sides and clenched into fists. When the beta looked up at Mason, he saw tears welling up in his eyes.
"Fuck you, Tristan. Nobody in your clan follows rules, but then when someone from my clan has no choice but to cut into a corner of your territory it's a problem?" Mason said, grabbing the hem of his shirt and bunching it up. Tristan scoffed, then clenched his jaw, turning around and walking away. He then stopped for a second and looked back at Mason, who Tristan decided really was too pretty for his own good.
"I'll talk to our alpha."
