Bow of the Twilight | MewGulf ✔

15 full moon

"I knew you would come to save your mate, my dear son"

Tharn hisses at the voice of his father calling him a son. "Don't you dare call me your son"

"But that doesn't change the fact that you were born to me"

Tharn stood there, and he sees Type struggling in his father's hold.

"Leave Type now"

"I didn't work so much just to leave him like that"

"What else I can do for you?"

"Nothing, just watch me knot him, and me being immortal" - the sick wolf chuckles.

"In your dreams" - Tharn nears the sick wolf, but a force kept him pushing away. He tries for another time, but this time a sharp pain goes through his body as he walks past it.

Some power flicks open in his eyes, and his head becomes fizzy all of a sudden. His steps falter as he walks ahead, but before he realizes he saw everything black.

Type's wolf whimpered at the thought of his mate lying unconscious. He could feel the pain of his mate. The amethyst perfume made him earn for his mate more. Now that he could scent his mate all he saw was only him and his wolf.

The kidnapper was forgotten, but he hisses when again a wet tongue caresses his neck.

A loud cry erupts from Type when his clothes are ripped off by the old man. His wolf howls at the touch.

If Tharn wasn't here, he would easily submit, that was because of the moonperfume, but now since Tharn was in the same room as him, he would never submit to any other wolf who is not his mate.

Type struggles to pull out his hand from the tower, and to his surprise, it loosens a bit. He knows if he has to pull a bit more, his hand would be bloodied. But getting himself bloodied seems better than bearing a knot of a sick wolf.

"T-tharn!!" - Type shouts, but he had no strength to voice it higher.

Tharn's heartbeat increases when he listens to the cry of his mate.

With all this, the old man has already discarded the entire clothing of Type and held a knife in his hand grazing through Type's body.

"So good and wet for me," the sick- alpha tells him, pleasure lacing his voice.

Type is afraid. He's afraid of what he'll be after the alpha is done with him.  Afraid of what's about to happen. His strong need to wake up his mate urges him.

"Are you scared, my omega?" The blonde man asks him, as though reading his mind. He drapes his body over Type's and whispers in his ear. His scent is heavy and enveloping.

Type shatters around. "Don't do this" - he howls in pain.

As the old man stands to cover him, a loud bang is heard when Tharn stands behind him, the sick man lay on the floor.

Tharn woke up to all his mate's whimpers and without a thought hit the rod that was besides on the old man's head.

Tharn's body seeps in pain due to the silver that entered his body during the tie he tried to enter. The old man has kept the place bonded with silver. Since he was true blood he didn't die. But if it was any other wolf, it would have already been dead by now.

He neared his mate and strongly broke the handcuffs off him and covered his body with Tharn's bloodied shirt.

The old man wakes up, he would never be killed because he is immortal. Tharn suddenly remembers there is only one way to kill him, but not sure what it is.

Right at the time he sees Type near the old man and snatches away the knife from him.

"Type, even if you stab him, he will not die"

Type smiles a little at his mate and faced the knife to his left palm. He stabs the knife at his left palm, covering the whole knife with his blood.

It happened in a second, Tharn didn't know what was happening.

He hurries to hold Type's arms, but Type told Tharn to stop there.

Though the old man was conscious enough he wasn't able to get up and stand on his leg. Within the minute Type stabbed the bloodied knife on the old man's stomach.

A loud howl erupted the whole place and the next minute the old man laid there dead. Immortal blood was killed. With the supreme omega's hand blood.

Tharn watched everything in a daze. The blood in Type's hand made his eyes red. All he could see was his mate in pain. The pain in his hand, the pain in his heart, the pain in his lower body.

Just then Tharn realizes Type was given the amethyst perfume and his lower body was leaking blood by now.

Tharn ran towards Type to catch him since Type was suffering to stand by now, but then when he held Type in his arms, Type passed out.

He had lost so much blood and his lower body reeked of slick and blood.

The only thing that would make Type wake up is Tharn marking him, and the only thing that would heal him would be Tharn knotting him.

The two major things he wanted to treasure on, but then the full moon was tonight and he just has five more hours to do both.

"T-type!" - Tharn patted his cheeks, held his heart but nothing worked.

He knew only one thing would help him in this situation, the full moon, the moon goddess.

He hurriedly took Type with his arms and ran towards the cliff near the lake.

He howled loudly at the moon, meaning to ask for help, but nothing worked.

He still tried waking up his mate, but Type seemed not to stir from the position. So he has to mark Type, there was no other option. He again let a loud howl that scared every living specie and neared his mate. He used his fore limbs to turn Type's head.

With slow passion, fierce eyes, raging body, the wolf uttered "Sorry", slowly and placed the canine teeth on Type's neck.

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I am really sorry for not updating, but this is really new to me and I don't know how to write all the scene with his father. And so this part may not be as good as I expected it to be, but then hope you people understand.

And well, Tharn asked sorry to Type in the end because usually marking has to be done when both the wolves are conscious of it. But here since Type's wolf is unconscious, Tharn has no other way.

Hope you liked it, if any questions pls do comment.

Again sorry for my bad writing in this chapter 😢😢😞😓😖