Mi Luna

Chapter VII

THARN

I am screwed.

No.

I am fucked up.

I am definitely and irrevocably gonna go down the rabbit hole with everything that is going on.

I have entered something that has no way out.

I am stucked.

Fallen.

Madly.

Deeply.

When I was young and a little foolish, when I read about fate and mate and soul bonds, I am the biggest dick to have called it a sham. Something that will never gonna happen. A far-fetched reality that could pass as one of those childish fairytales the older people tell their children so they can sleep well at night and believe that happy endings do happen. I am the biggest cynic and pessimist that made me reject everything about fated pair nor mates. No one made me believe it is real. Perhaps, no one dare to. No one warned me that I will wake up one day with the strongest need to mark someone and make him mine. No one told me, it was this powerful.

No one told me that this could be this strong. No one prepared me about having to finally met an omega in my life. No one readied me on how to handle such attraction. No one primed me of a certain omega with pretty eyes, thin, pouty lips that reminds me of chestnuts and smell like a field of lilacs and watermelons. It's like breathing in beauty and peace and summer altogether. No one gird my loins for Type.

All my life, the moment I see him, an uncertain anger would rise in me. Despite being with the pack for the last thirteen years, I never did consider him as one of us. Despite Father favoring him, treating him like his own, I never once looked at him as someone I could even consider a person. Despite the pack eventually accepting him, I never look at him anything but a lowlife rogue. Despite the years growing up together despite I barely see his shadows when he lives in the same house as me, I will always treat him as that rogue pup we rescued in that burning island in Similan. Despite seeing him suffer for all the heavy training he had undergone under my supervision, I never looked at him with any sympathy, let alone pity. Type was always the rogue I despise with all of my being.

But the morning after April's full moon, when he went home from patrolling Thanon Thong Chai in tattered shirt and ruined jeans subconsciously releasing his pheromones, my wolf went berserk. My wolf went wild that I suddenly ran through him, wanting to mate with him at that very moment, in the middle of the camp's field, with the morning sun just rising. With that overpowering thirst and hunger, I could have done that if it weren't for Klui's ass competing and trying to take Type off my grasp. It didn't also help when I felt him encircled his hands around my neck and inhaled my scent. It had triggered something deeper and even more powerful than my wolf's instinct that made me release huge amount of pheromones telling everyone to back off. The triumph I felt when Klui whimpered and loosen his grip and Type melting on my hold is something surreal. I had never felt that kind of supremacy before. I felt too proud, too exhilarated, too happy that Father needs to inject blockers so I could calm down, or knock me off.

And now I am boarding this elevator towards Thorn's office to tell him that I will be working for the company now, leaving the camp which I value a lot, just to keep watch on Type, to keep him close because he decided to work for the Kirigun Corp right after he finished his trainings. He was so excited leaving Chiang Mai a week ago and hurried here in Bangkok. He was so excited to leave the very place he grew up with just to be here. What's so good about this place anyways? Bangkok is crowded and hot. It's too different from the beautiful and serene place we have in Chiang Mai. Why can't he stay in Chiang Mai? Why can't he just stay with me?