Chapter 3: Taming the Wild
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Phuwin couldn’t sleep.
The soft rustling of the wind outside his window should have been calming, but instead, it felt suffocating. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Pond’s smirk—that confident, possessive grin that haunted him.
He tossed and turned, the bed feeling too big, the sheets too cold. He kept thinking about the words Pond had said: You’ll be my Omega, whether you like it or not.
But Phuwin had never been the type to give in without a fight. He had too much pride to simply submit to the will of a man he barely knew. Yet, something about Pond’s presence made him nervous.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Phuwin froze. He didn’t have to ask who it was—he knew.
He stood up quickly, walking over to the door and opening it just enough to peer out.
"Pond," he said, his voice tight with the frustration he felt. "What do you want now?"
Pond leaned against the doorframe, his eyes scanning him with an unreadable expression. "I want to make sure you understand the situation."
Phuwin rolled his eyes. "I understand perfectly fine. You want control, you want power, and you want to own me."
Pond's lips quirked into a half-smile. "Not exactly."
"Then what?" Phuwin snapped.
Pond stepped closer, brushing past him into the room. The scent of his cologne—a rich, earthy fragrance—filled the air, making Phuwin’s heart race, against his will.
"You have it all wrong, Phuwin," Pond said, his voice low, almost gentle. "I don’t want to own you. I want to protect you."
Phuwin raised an eyebrow. "Protect me? From what? From you?"
"No." Pond’s voice hardened slightly. "From the world. From everything that could hurt you. You may not see it now, but you're important to me."
Phuwin’s pulse quickened, his defiance faltering. He hated that this man could make him feel so… vulnerable. So exposed.
"Stop playing games," Phuwin muttered, taking a step back. "You don’t know anything about me."
"I know enough," Pond replied, his tone turning serious. "I know that you’re strong, but even the strongest people have weaknesses."
Phuwin scowled. "I don’t need protection. I can take care of myself."
Pond’s expression softened, and he reached out, lifting Phuwin’s chin gently, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You can, but not forever. There will come a time when you’ll need someone by your side."
Phuwin swallowed hard. "I don’t need you."
Pond didn’t let go, his hand lingering, warm and commanding. "You might not need me now, but soon, you’ll realize you do."
Phuwin’s breath caught in his throat as he stared into Pond’s dark eyes. The intensity in them was overwhelming, as if Pond could see right through him, into his very soul.
"I’m not going to make this easy for you," Phuwin said, voice hoarse.
"I wouldn’t have it any other way," Pond replied with a grin, his thumb brushing against Phuwin’s skin.
Before Phuwin could respond, Pond released him and stepped back, his gaze lingering for a moment longer before he turned to leave. "Get some rest," he said over his shoulder. "Tomorrow will be interesting."
As the door closed softly behind him, Phuwin remained standing there, heart pounding in his chest. He hated how much of an effect Pond had on him. How his presence alone could make him feel both infuriated and... drawn to him.
But there was one thing he was sure of—he wasn’t going to make this easy.
Not for Pond.
Not for anyone.
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To be continued....
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