my Destiny

Chapter 1

He was running, sprinting for dear life as if the very same demons from the deepest depth of Hells were on his tail. He didn't dare look behind, afraid he would lose countenance and crack, crumbling to his knees and shivering in fright. He knew it was the very likely scenario to happen, he wasn't very strong, nor very fast. He knew he'll be caught, it was only a matter of time and be didn't had the luxury of said time.

He just ran and ran, the very same air he breathed felt solid in his screaming lungs, his own body felt like each and every muscle was crying for him to stop from how much painful it was, his eyes felt blurred by tears of panic and fatigue. He was even sure the soles of his feet were painted red from blood, skin splitting open from how much he forced himself to keep going forward, faster, further from his pursuers.

He couldn't even breathe properly but he still ran despite knowing how weak he truly is. There was no chance he'll be able to escape. He was already hearing the loud footsteps of his pursuers sounding closer, he was even picturing their hungry stares and their ragged breath down his neck. Still he forced his protesting body to run, twisting to take a sudden turn and going further inside the thick forest, leaving behind the blood red ashen skies over what once was a peaceful village, the cries of the poor villagers pounding in his ears, the screams of the dead people he once knew imprinted into his memories. Instead he focused ahead, knowing the path he chosen would lead him to the mountains, where a certain cave behind a waterfall spelled his only chance of survival.

He didn't know where else he could hide, he didn't know he even had a chance of escaping with a weak tired body and his injured feet. He only had a small glimmer of hope in this cave, the water would certainly hide his scent from the hungry monsters behind him.

He nearly cried in relief as the bay and the waterfall came into view, he only needed an extra 10 seconds and he'll finally be secure. He only needed to push his body a little further, just a little further...

"ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!"

He didn't realise the scream that ripped through the dark of the night was coming from his own lips. He didn't realise he was falling until his body hit the dirt, air leaving his lungs all at once. He didn't realise the fangs that sunk in his leg until the pain registered in his mind, and looked down to see blood dripping into the dirt from his flesh.

He looked shakily, seeing the longs thick fangs embedded into his leg, nearly splitting it into two distinct parts. He swallowed in an attempt to calm his erratic heart and to get some air in his burning lungs. Tears trailed down his cheek and he tried desperately to not give into his rising panic. He took a desperate glance toward the bay, still hidden with some trees and bushes. If only he could have run a little faster, he would have been safe now. But alas, he was now trapped, meters away from his freedom. He bravely raised his face to meet the eyes of the beast.

Amber yellow, flames from the depth of the worst nightmare stared down at him, sprawled on his stomach on the dirt. Thick fangs in his flesh, a gigantic wolf growling as he eyed the shaking form of his victim. Drool dripping on the wounded leg, mixing with blood and making the poor soul gag and recoil, pain shooting through his entire body when the wolf sank his fangs a little deeper into the blemished flesh. He cried heavily, sobs escaping his clenched lips as he wearily looked into the beast's eyes.

"What did we say about not harming him?"

He snapped his head toward the deep voice, seeing the form of an imposing man despite his snow white skin and his short height coming into the small clearing. Two additional wolves were on each side of him, both gigantic and bigger than the form of a normal wolf making the man look even smaller than he really is compared to them, their amber eyes glaring at the shaking victim. He couldn't see very clearly because of the veil of tears obstructing his sight, but the man looked imposing, authoritarian despite his smaller frame compared to the growling wolf who still had his fangs in the flesh of his victim. He hurried to blink so he could distinguish the face of this man who seemed to lead the wolves.

The man had a nice face, dark and long silky hair tied in a low ponytail resting on his shoulder, dark brown eyes with an amber rim staring hard at the wolf who unexpectedly retracted his fangs from the sprawled shaking boy and lowered his head in obvious submission. The man was wearing nice garbs: a light blue silk kimono with embroidered sleeves in a very neat artisan work using silver thread over a second layer with black collar, dark grey hakama and nice sandals. Two swords hang from his belt along with a fan tucked into the folds of his kimono and a darker shade of blue haori completed the pristine ensemble. He looked like a rich noble but the swords betrayed his position of samurai, meaning he is in service to a Warlord or a rich Daimyo. He oozed authority and strength, easily shadowing the two huge wolves on each side of him and the third one who bowed in submission, his aura speaking of obvious power and a higher rank than the wolves around. The man kept his hard stare on the wolf for some seconds before he ordered in a cold tone.

"Shift back. Now."

The wolf sat on his hind legs and stood up, his form morphing into a man of a tall frame, taller than the one who ordered him to shift, with short wild hair the color of dark red resembling the same color of his fur in his wolf form. His body was nicely built, with lean but powerful muscles betraying his agility and speed, thus explaining how he was able to easily catch the poor soul who had been escaping. He kept his eyes lowered to the ground before he sank on one knee in obvious sign of respect.

"Apologies, Lord Beta. But it was the only way to restrain him without him making a run for it.

-Silence, Hoseok. You dared disobey a direct order from the pack leader. The consequences are terrible."

The man, Hoseok, lowered his head further, not caring about the state of nakedness he was in after shifting. He was just waiting for the verdict of his Beta, knowing his punishment to be harsh and accepting it. He did indeed disobey a very specific order and he knew he must prepare for what to come.

The glaring man made a noise of disdain before he said in a colder voice.

"Not only did you disobey the order of your Alpha, you ended up damaging his desired prize. You must atone for your crime and prepare for the Head Alpha's decision. He shall be the one to decide your fate."

The wolves on each side of the Beta growled, showing their discontent with their fellow comrade and expressing their anger. The Beta however raised his hand demanding silence which he obtained and said.

"Up. Grab some clothes from the guards. You will not shift until the Head Alpha decides your fate.

-I thank you, Lord Beta for your mercy."

The man stood up, meeting another guard who gave him kimono and hakama and started to dress. The small clearing was suddenly flooded with guards and huge wolves, all standing in waiting for the Beta's orders. In the meanwhile, the said Beta reported his attention on the sprawled boy, shaking from fright and blood loss. He crouched in front of him and stared at him for some seconds, taking in the sight of the poor boy, whimpering in pain and in terror.

He had soft hair, a little long to cover the back of his neck, curled to frame his oval face. The color was dark and looked dirtied with mud that dusted his face and clothes too but it failed to hide the spark that accompanied the boy's face.

He was immensely beautiful. His skin sun-kissed and gave a natural glow despite his thin frame and state of malnourishment due to his poor state. His features soft and so well defined it looked drawn by the Angels themselves. He had such big eyes that he kept lowered to hide them, plump red lips that he was biting to hide his trembles and to muffle his whimpers. The Beta grabbed his chin and forcefully raised his head.

"Look at me. And do not dare hide your eyes."

The boy bit his lips harder to prevent the sob threatening to leave but obeyed, shivers racking his thin body. He heard the guards gasp and the wolves growl when his eyes were seen.

The Beta growled in satisfaction as he took in the sight of the wide blue eyes, swimming in pools of tears trailing on his hollowed cheeks. He smirked in satisfaction and said softly.

"How beautiful you are. A piece of living art and a mesmerizing creature..."

The Beta's other hand trailed on the boy's shoulder softly...before he suddenly yanked on the fabric of his dirtied yukata to tug it to the side, revealing his collarbone and a part of his chest, noting with a grin the form of the awaited mark sitting on the centre of the boy's chest, right beneath his throat.

"...Exactly as you should be...Omega."

The boy whimpered as he tried to hide his chest, covering the omega mark on his flesh with hands wrapped in dirty bandages as tears fell harder from his clenched eyes.

The Beta smirked in satisfaction as he stood up and added in a silken voice.

"My King will be most pleased to welcome you in his Harem...as his most prized possession, little Omega. Rest assured, you will be taken care of. My King had desired you since long ago, ever since rumors about a possibly male Omega had risen."

The boy's body was shaking so hard that he couldn't even answer properly. He didn't care about his painful wound or the blood still dripping from it. He didn't care about the rising cloud of ash and dark smoke from the certainly destroyed village or the absence of screams, the villagers most certainly all dead by now. He didn't care about the fact that he no longer had a home.

He only registered the fact that from today on, he was to become a trophy, locked in a Castle to be admired and used for the King's pleasure.

He was to become a prisoner, a locked bird in a golden cage.

He lost everything. He was no longer free.

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