Dominant Enemies… and mates

Discoveries

{ Laurent }

[ 18 years old ]

Every year I think that this will be the last year that I will let Kingsley affect me and every year I am wrong and the opposite happens because he affects me even more than before.

It's been seven months since I've had contact with him, I've only been able to see him from afar in the classroom or practices. But he never, ever turns to look at me.

I try to not let it affect me, but it doesn’t matter how hard I try, it never works. He’s in my mind every single day.

Right now I’m still trying not to think about him. I'm sitting in the living room with my family as we wait for midnight to strike, for my presentation.

We are excited but we don't have any high expectations. We all know I'm an alpha since I was a literal infant, this is not going to be any shocking information, just confirmation.

But when midnight hits, I start to feel different for real. Like my body starts to vibrate. I need to get up from the couch because my body starts to fill with a weird energy.

"What's going on?" my dad asks, getting up too, "What are you feeling?"

"Calm down, Daddy," Diory says, rolling her eyes and returning her gaze to her phone as if she couldn't care less about this.

"I don't know what's going on, I'm just feeling weird," I admit, swallowing and cracking my neck to relieve a little bit of pressure, "I think… I might need to let my wolf out and run."

"Oh, okay, you should let him run if that's what he wants," my father says, "Just don't... I don't know, don't let him take complete control. And please, for the love of god, don't go near the Seong's house because they're going to be upset if they see you in wolf form."

"The Seong's aren't even here," my dad says, taking my full attention, "They went to their old clan in America for a few days, it's Erika's mom's birthday."

Fück. My boy isn't even here. I start to feel a growl start in my throat but I manage to hide it with a fake cough.

I suddenly don't feel like going for a run or doing anything anymore. Now it becomes obvious that my wolf just wanted to go see King, but I don't think he wants to go running all the way to another country.

"Never mind, I think I'm fine now, he was just feeling over stimulated," I say and raise a hand to scratch my hair. I haven't cut it at all yet, it's so long it falls over my forehead in curls and 'makes me look like a bum' according to my dad, "But I still feel weird. Do I look any different? Do I smell different or something?"

"Hmm, yes. Your scent is more potent, actually," my father says with a slight grimace but gets up from the couch and walks towards me. We're the same height now, which is surprising to me. He's like 6'5 or even taller and when I was a kid I used to think he was the biggest alpha in the world. And now I see him eye to eye, "You're going to be stronger now, bud, even more than before. Your new designation means more responsibility. You need to use your strength only to protect, never to hurt anyone, okay?"

"Okay," I agree with a smile. I think he only said it because he felt the need to say something fatherly like that, even though he knows I don't have much violence in my body. Or ambition. Or desire to do anything.

"I know you'll be a good alpha. I'm incredibly proud of you," he comes closer to hug me until my dad pushes him away and hugs me with all his might.

"I can't believe you're so old when I'm still so young and beautiful," he says in my ear, making me smile, "I love you, my little angel."

It's been years since he's called me angel. Since I started not being one, I guess.

"Thank you, daddy," I reply and hug him very gently. My dad is a tall, strong omega, but he still feels fragile and small in my arms.

And a few seconds later I realize that my father was serious when he said I will be stronger now because when my dad forces Diory to come and hug me I carry her in my arms and she feels like she weighs absolutely nothing.

"Let go of me, you beast!" she whines.

"Sorry, you're just so light," I laugh, still not letting her go. I move her from side to side making her squeal until my father saves her from me. Diory hugs him like she just went through some hardship. She's so fücking spoiled, "Okay, now that the cat's out of the bag and I'm presented, I'll go to sleep. See you guys tomorrow."

I go upstairs pulling out my phone to read the messages from the family group, but as soon as I'm inside my room, my father walks in behind me and closes the door.

"Hey, I just wanted to talk about something else, in private of course," he starts, looking very uncomfortable. I know whatever he wants to talk about it’s not going to be pleasant for either of us, "Uh.... well, as you know, your first rut is coming soon. In a few weeks. Since you’re dominant, your rut will be a little more… complicated."

Goddamn it. I has dreading it as it was.

"That sucks," I mumble, lowering my eyes. He was right to tell me this in private because it’s super embarrassing, "Is there a way of stopping it?"

"There is, but it's not healthy. We have inhibitors or emergency injections in the house, but that's only for emergencies. I just want to tell you that for your first rut, you should come to me first to..."

"I don't think the first thing in my mind if I'm in rut is going to be you, dad," I joke to deflect from how much I'm hating this conversation. My father rolls his eyes, "I mean, really."

"You can usually feel it slowly starting since a day before. And I know it's the last thing you'll want, to see me, but I don't think it's wise to just let your first rut take us all by surprise," he says, sighing. There's something else he wants to say, "You could try to do something stupid. So, I want to be aware of it and be ready to stop you if you try to..."

"To what?" I say, looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"Do I really need to say it?" He asks with his eyebrows up, "I need to be ready to stop you in case you want to go hunt Kingsley. Kingsley, who is still a minor and undesignated, by the way. Now more off limits than ever."

"Dad, really," I roll my yes, my face getting hot, "It's been months since we've even looked at each other. My wolf is getting over him already and I just hate him. Trust me, that's not going to happen."

"Aha," he says like he doesn't believe me, "Well, anyhow, it's something we need to keep an eye on, okay? Even without Kingsley in the picture, we need to make sure to, you know, make arrangements to give you privacy and let you have the house to yourself for the day, for... whatever you decide to do to pass the rut. With... yourself... or with someone your own age."

I want to die. And I know he wants to die, too. We have a good relationship but we’re not very open about stuff like that. I mean, who is with their parents?

"Okay. Alright. Thanks for this awfully embarrassing conversation on my birthday," I mumble with a grimace, "Can I go to sleep now?"

My father laughs and hugs me again before getting out of my room. I walk to the door too to lock it behind him.

I know how I'll pass my rut already. Like I pass every night.

I walk to my secret drawer in my closet because my wolf hasn't stopped wanting to see King, he just changed his attention from wanting to go see him to... this.

This horrible thing that we both enjoy equally and hate equally because it's just extremely creepy.

But we both can't stop.

I pull out my three most recent drawings and I walk backwards until I reach my bed and I quickly pull down my pants.

I growl with satisfaction as soon as I see the first one. It's King, face down äss up waiting for me in bed. His hair is covering his eyes but everything else is bare for my eyes only. I get hard the second I look at it.

I imagine he's begging for me, moaning and dripping wet, he smells like dark berries and sëx and I love it.

"Please, Laurent, pump me full of c*m," he says like that last time I had him in my hands and I have to grab my hard c**k and squeeze before I start jerking it, "Alpha, I need you."

"Fuuuck," I groan out loud and throw that drawing on the floor to see the next one. In this one King is sitting on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and looking up at me with eyes heavy with arousal. His pink, pale nïpples are out and I want to fücking bite them.

I grunt and curse while I jerk myself faster, trying to hold on for the third drawing but I come before I can even pull it out, but this time is different.

My dïck swells so much it feels like I have a fücking heavy pole in between my legs. I frown and look down at my first knot. It's thick, my tip red and my c*m is coming out ticker than normal.

Could Kingsley's tiny body take my knot?

"Oh, shït,” I groan when my knot gets even heavier and thicker just thinking about that. I keep touching it for five minutes because it feels amazing, I keep doing that until I feel like I'm losing my mind. Every time I try to convince myself to stop and leave my dïck alone, I think about King and I get harder.

I read that a knot lasts just a few minutes, like five or six, but it's been like over fifteen minutes and my knot is still out and proud.

This feels a little pathetic now that I think about it, a knot is only supposed to come out when you're having sëx, not when you're just jerking off.

I need to control that shït.