Bow of the Twilight | MewGulf ✔

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Being done with his morning routine Tharn walks down the stairs. He enters the kitchen. "Hi Korn" - he greets him. Korn scoffs at Tharn and greets him back. "For god sake it is P'Korn for you, and yeah Hi. Had a nice night's sleep?" - Korn asks.

"Hmm, I would've slept better if it was for that pack, but still I couldn't see much blood that I wished to. Breaking bones and tasting the metallic liquid would have given a tight sleep though" - he sighs as he sits down for the breakfast to be served.

Korn is used to Tharn by now. The first time he met him, he was scared. But he soon understood that is how Tharn is.

He is just a maniac to all like it seems. But deep down he has a heart too. It is just that no one was able to open it until this day.

"Tharn, why do you always yearn for lives and killing? Don't you ever covet having a mate?", Korn asked him as he placed the breakfast place for him to eat.

Tharn just laughed. He is pretty scary when he chuckles darkly. "Korn, Why would I ever want a mate? I am happy just by killing the monster wolves. Having a mate will weaken me. I never need one" - he says as he digs in.

Korn knows Tharn has faced a lot for his age and being an alpha just made it worse. he has turned from being human to acting so inhumane. He has become a varmint now.

Korn knows Tharn needs a mate, a person who can care for him and dave him from the demonic world he is living in. To light his life, to show him the meaning behind living a peaceful life, he surely needs a person.

Tharn needs a soft person who will be ready to put up with all his mood swings, his savage nature, and his grumpy self. Korn is also afraid of what if it goes the other way. What if his mate was also or even worse than Tharn. All he can do now is to wish for the best.

Tharn finishes stuffing the food, gaining his energy, and even without minding to clean up walked towards the fighting grounds. Pray for the people at the wing now.

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The young boy was in the prison cell, where only a small part of the door was open that revealed the morning sunshine and the cool night's moon. He had a terrible life. He didn't get much to eat. He always starved not that he wished to. They wanted him to suffer. Loneliness was only his best friend now.

He wasn't even able to sleep peacefully. He held the bars of the cell softly. He then plopped down on the floor, since the mattress was never changed. I was a very old one, worn out which only gave pain even if we lay on.

The daytime would have the light, the people chattering noise through the small door is all he would decipher. When its night, the chill breeze that freshened him, the nightingale music of the nearby river was the things that kept him alive.

But yes, he has heard about one thing.

The ruthless alpha of the nearby pack.

Tharn Suppasit.

But he decided not to judge people because everyone has a heart according to him. That is how Type is. He is too good for his own life. He is such an innocent person who would easily capture hearts from just his pouty lips. But he was never got that. He sure deserved it. But then he wouldn't get the love and care if he still stayed inside the prison doors.

Loud bangs woke him up from sleep. Type wants to cry. He didn't even get to sleep for three whole hours for the past two days. He has cried so much that his eyes held no more tears to shed.

"You filth, ready?" - a guard shouted at him. He lost the strength to talk. He sure forgot his own voice too. He just looked into the guard's eyes and put his head down.

Even before he could speak, he was held by his head and dragged to the other side of the hall where every omega was tortured and other prisoners were also tormented.

Even though he gets all the whips slashed and knife cuts on his back and arms, he remained still. Never cried. His ragged clothes revealed his bruised skin, but still no one had the heart to free him. He was tormented over and over.

Whimpers and moans from pain are echoed throughout the hall. "You are just a slut. No one will ever love such a filthy omega. Even if you go out of here, you will be nothing but a rotten whore" - the head guard scoffs at him as he proceeds to beat him.

After all this he just goes to his cell and lays down. It has been days he has talked to Gulf, his wolf. Gulf was just weak. It was never left to shift so it lost all its strength after waiting for his shift. But still his wolf helped him in healing his wounds faster.

He had one secret that no one knew, but he knew as days went by. His would disappear the next minute he requests his wolf to heal them. He can also heal the wounds of the person he is blood-related. And the person he gets to knot with. His mate.Its night when all the things are completed.

"Good night moon" - he utters to the moon as he again plops on the floor to sleep but again he is never able to sleep.

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