𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱 // THARNXTYPE

i: Mishaps

April 2, 2017

On this night, the moon was full and its light was almost as blinding as a sun. It's size was almost exaggerated compared to its norms. Type couldn't tear his eyes away from the Moon's superiority, almost locking him in a trance.

It's not everyday when a moon like so appears on one's birthday, especially on a day that, he was certian, determines his gender. Although, Type had high hopes that he would be an alpha, better yet, he hoped that he would be able to find his mate.

His best friends, Techno, Tine and Gun had sent out a mass invite throughout the university for Type's birthday, because they were his wingmen and there's nothing better than wingmen helping their best friend find his mate.

"Birthday boy!!" Tine jumped up behind his distracted friend, startling him in the process.

"Argh, Jesus Tine!! Don't do shit like that!" Type grabbed his own chest and backed up from Tine who was snickering.

"Let's gooo! You'll never guess who pulled up the party! Come!" Tine grabbed Type's arm and pulled him to the overlook the swarm of people dancing with neon lights dancing with them from the ceiling.

"Who am I looking for?" Type grazed his eyes through the crowd before turning back.

"Look, your best friend. Tharn." Hearing that name made Type's heart sink to his stomach, he assumed it was because of how much he hated Tharn fuxking Kirigun. There Tharn, his all time enemy, was standing in all his vicious glory with his best friends Lhong and Off.

"What the fu-" Type interrupted himself by speed walking down the stairs to confront the uninvited guests.

"Wait Type!!" Tine called out as he slowly started to regret pointing Tharn out to his irrational best friend.

Type walked up to Tharn who was turned around and pulled at his shoulder, turning him around to face him. "Hey, dixkhead! I never invited you!" The angry guy gritted at the other, getting all up in his face. A smirk tugged at Tharn's lips, his urge to taunt and tease the smaller male was strong.

"I think you want me here." Tharn spoke softly into Type's ears while the music boomed around them. "Plus, I promise not to try and get with any girls tonight, I mean since it's your birthday. You have all my attention for the night, Type." His eyes flickered from Type's lips to his eyes swiftly. Type could feel his face blushing from embarrassment but he masked it with his anger by shoving Tharn to the side and storming off.

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"Fuxk that good for nothing, piece of shit excuse for an Alpha!" Type grumbled, then downed the drinks in front of him as his friend watched him in amusement.

"It's like there's something new every time. What did he do this time?" Techno asked, knowing well how unreasonable Type can be sometimes.

"I think the problem is that he exists to practically ruin Type's life." Gun replied with soft laugh that followed.

"When I find out that I'm an alpha, I'm gonna let this bitxh know who exactly he was fuxkin with!" Type slammed his fist down on the table, tipping the bottles on the table to fall over.

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"Tharn, when will you just stop pestering the guy. It's like his anger issues get worse by the years." Off asked as he scratched the back of his head, his face showing genuine concern for his friend. However, a simple smirk played on Tharn's lips as he made an acute turn to face his friend.

"The kid's an actual demon, but there's just something about him that my inner wolf wanna fuxk him up, y'know?" Tharn's canine brushed against his lower lip at the thought of, the always arrogant, Type, and his body trembling with pleasure under Tharn's.