Unlikely Bonds

Chapter 4

Virgil's POV

Just a heads up: there are some scenes that really matter to the story because they highlight how the mating bond is a biological necessity for Lycans and Werewolves, making them act irrationally and stripping away their ability to choose.

I really thought I was on my way out. I was completely drenched in sweat from my clothes. I was feeling really hot and bothered. I just could not seem to think straight. I could feel this tingling all over, like little sparks zipping along every nerve in my body. My c**k was so swollen it felt like it had been skinned. My wolf kept trying to jump out but couldn't, so he ended up tearing at me in frustration. I could feel my claws stretching out and pulling back in. It is the same with my fangs. They fell and turned upside down, slicing my lips that were already dry and cracked from the fever. I was having a tough time focusing, but then I glanced up and saw what was causing all the excitement coming my way. Damien looked really angry, almost like he could explode. People nearby were hiding their faces, grinning and chatting quietly. The crowd was buzzing with this strange, general hum. I caught the word "freak" and instantly realized they were referring to me. People called me that name way more than my actual one. I was really confused.

I was jolted back to reality by the most terrifying and fierce growl I had ever heard. My dad, even at his worst, never made the ground shake like that. Everyone fell silent, and nobody made a move. Out of nowhere, I found myself pushed against the wall. It felt like my breath was being gently pushed out of me by some kind of energy coming from Damien. Honestly, I started to think that maybe I was getting used to the pain because it was beginning to feel kind of good. I was totally losing track of everything. All I could really see through the increasing fog was Damien. I made an effort to pay attention to him. That is when I noticed I could smell him. I’m not saying I noticed his cologne; it’s just that Lycans have a really great sense of smell. I could totally smell him, you know? Like, his whole unique vibe and everything. I could recognize him anywhere. That scent is something I will always remember; it is now a part of me. It etched a picture of him deep in my soul. Damien was just standing there, looking at me. His eyes were wide and sparkling, showing more than just anger. His face was all red, his fangs were out, and his fists were clenched, just waiting to throw a punch.

It finally clicked...I was not feeling unwell. I was his buddy, and I was feeling pretty frisky. There was no anger in his eyes. I just decided to let go at that point...

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I have this faint memory of being lifted up, glancing around and realizing I was in a car, and hearing someone making a moaning sound. I slipped back into the shadows, my wolf and I discovering comfort together in that space.

Then, the next thing I knew, I was waking up in pain. People are holding me back. The fever felt even worse this time. I was writhing in a pool of sweat, every part of me felt like it was on fire, making all sorts of howls and groans until my voice was shot. I’m really hoping Damien will come to me.

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DAMIEN's POV

"What really matters to us are our traditions and our place in the Lycan community...nothing else." My dad, Damos, was walking back and forth. Mom was with the kid, taking care of his wounds alongside our doctor. Every now and then, he would pause, swing the bedroom door open, and take a look at the boy sprawled out on the bed. When we returned to the house, he was really in a bad way. He was all covered in blood, moaning and writhing around. In his panic, he had bitten himself and clawed at his own body. It was really scary to see. It was even worse because I could hear him calling out to me, again and again. I really had to hold myself back from rushing over and wrapping him in a hug to make him feel better. I just could not bring myself to say his name...I had no idea.

I didn’t know anything about him at all. I figured he was around 16 or so. He was not quite ready for what was happening to his young body. He might still be going through puberty. He had this delicate look about him.

"You really need to turn him down as soon as you can." It will be tomorrow or, at the very latest, the day after. My dad insisted. "We can not keep him under sedation for too long." So, at that moment, my dad's PA walked in with a report about the boy. We needed to quickly look into who he was. The boy was from a humble background and totally flew under our radar. So, even though folks in the auditorium knew who he was, they just could not give us any info. They referred to him as the "Freak," which really did not give a good impression of who he was or what kind of family he came from.

My dad glanced over the few paragraphs on the paper and just shook his head. "Wow, it is actually worse than I expected." He passed it over to me.

I checked out the first few words. “Virgil.” Honestly, my first thought was that his name really fit him. I checked out the next line. Wow, he is just 15 years old. How could I ever see him as a partner? I threw my head back and let out a howl that was so loud it made my dad jump. I stepped out of the room before I ended up doing something I would look back on and regret. I just could not let him in on what I was thinking right then. "Once he is feeling better, we will wrap this up." I shouted as I slammed the door shut behind me.

I was feeling all sorts of things, caught in a tug-of-war between my rational side and this overwhelming, relentless desire. I could not decide which one grossed me out more. Even though my friend was a guy and still just a boy, I could not help but want him. I really believe that if things were different and we had the freedom to do our own thing, it would be a whole different story. I would have grabbed him the moment we were by ourselves. I felt pretty ashamed, but honestly, that was just how it was. The bond just did not follow the rules or what’s right. No matter the age, gender, rank, or past, I would have claimed him and made him mine. I could not help but laugh at the idea of him whimpering while I held him close. I would sink my fangs into the tender flesh of his neck and savor him for the first time. That bond would last a lifetime. Wow! Hearing my wolf's deep, tortured growl really tugged at my heartstrings.

I headed right to my room, tossed my clothes aside, and jumped into the shower. I was really feeling it, and I just could not keep up the act anymore. The cold water was somewhat comforting, but my stomach was still all knotted up. I was really feeling it, and my body was just aching from all that built-up tension. I was trying to ease the pressure of my throbbing erection. I was trying to let go of some stress, but instead, I ended up unleashing a wave of pent-up desire. I tugged and pressed myself hard, picturing him underneath me. I pictured him reaching up to touch my face, encouraging me to go harder and faster. I came in so strong that my knees almost gave out.

It was a bit of a relief; for a little while, I could actually focus on what I needed to do.

I read through the rest of the information while I was under control. They mostly gathered it from the pack members at the auditorium. Everyone called him the "Freak," along with his school records.

"Freak" was always there. He was kind of a loner and did not really have many friends. The other boys thought he was a bit feminine and not very strong. His teachers were really the only ones who thought highly of Virgil. They talked about him as a really impressive young guy, super smart. Always at the top of every class. His family was hardly a blip on the pack's radar. In a quick chat with them, the PA hinted that they viewed him as an embarrassment, and it seems there’s no love lost there.

It was just really sad. The poor boy was all by himself and completely vulnerable, and I was just about to be the one to push him over the edge. I could still hear him begging for me to come to him. I felt really ashamed for letting my friend down, and I knew I was about to make things even worse. I was about to turn him down. I really did not have any other option. I kept telling myself that I really had no other option.

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Virgil's POV

When I finally woke up, I felt a bit more at ease, but I was definitely feeling pretty weak. I was lying in a cozy bed with soft, smooth sheets all around me. I glanced down at my hands and arms, and noticed they were all wrapped up in bandages. I don’t really recall getting hurt, but honestly, everything was kind of a blur.

In this foggy state, I remember a lovely older woman speaking to me softly. Her smile was absolutely the sweetest, and her eyes were so soft. When she looked at me with such kindness, it brought me to tears. I honestly can not recall the last time someone gave me a look like that. She helped me put on some fresh clothes and kept asking me questions about myself and my family the whole time. She had this sad look on her face and gently touched my cheek, wiping away my tears. Then they offered me a drink to help me feel better. The fog in my head just got thicker, and it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. And just like that, she was gone.

I was just lying there, kind of in a daze, looking up at the ceiling. It felt like it could have been 5 minutes or maybe even 5 hours. I can not quite tell if it was a dream or not, but I have this hazy memory of Damien sitting on the edge of the bed, holding my hand. He took his time, being really gentle as he brought it to his lips and kissed my open palm. He leaned his cheek against it for just a quick moment. Even in my foggy state, I could sense the connection we had. It was not the kind of burning pain that had been bothering me all day. Instead, it felt nice, soothing, and warm. I noticed his eyes brighten; he was feeling it as well.

We gazed into each other's eyes for what felt like forever. I slipped into the fog, watching his beautiful face fade from view.