×My Beloved Alpha×

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓

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Daishou sighed as he leaned back against the plush seat of the lounge, his friends' words replaying in his head. He hated to admit it, but they were right. Tetsurou had done so much for him—even when Daishou had been at his lowest, the alpha had still been there, stubborn and unwavering.

Still, helping him through his rut? That was an entirely different level of commitment.

He grumbled, running a hand through his hair before standing up. "Fine, I'll figure something out. But I'm not—"

"—Mating with him, yeah, yeah, we get it," Tooru cut in, waving a dismissive hand with a teasing smirk. "But you better decide fast, because once that rut fully kicks in, he's gonna lose all sense of control, and you're the only one who can keep him grounded."

Daishou scowled but didn't argue. He already knew that.

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By the time he got back to the villa, the atmosphere had changed. It was heavier, charged with something primal. The air itself felt warmer, almost suffocating, and Daishou could feel his own instincts stirring at the overwhelming alpha presence pressing against the walls.

"Shit…" he muttered, hesitating at the entrance.

The moment he stepped inside, he was met with a sight that sent a shiver down his spine. Tetsurou stood at the top of the stairs, his usual composed demeanor nowhere to be found. His pupils were blown wide, his sharp, predatory gaze locked onto Daishou like he was prey. His breathing was ragged, his muscles tense as if restraining himself from lunging forward.

"Tetsurou…?" Daishou called out cautiously, taking a slow step forward.

The alpha let out a low, guttural growl, his grip tightening against the railing. "You shouldn’t be here right now." His voice was hoarse, strained, as if he was barely holding himself together.

Daishou swallowed. This was bad. He had underestimated just how intense this would be. The hybrid in Tetsurou was fighting for dominance, and if Daishou wasn’t careful, instinct would take over completely.

Still, he had made his choice. He had to help.

Taking a deep breath, Daishou steadied himself. "I'm not leaving."

Tetsurou's nostrils flared at those words, his body trembling as his control slipped further. His gaze darkened, filled with unspoken need and desperation.

"You don’t understand," Tetsurou gritted out. "I—I could hurt you."

Daishou took another step closer, determination in his eyes. "Then I'll just have to make sure you don’t."

Tetsurou let out a sharp breath, his hands shaking as his claws extended slightly. He was losing the battle against his instincts.

And Daishou had just willingly walked into the storm.

The alpha's voice is strained as he addresses the omega, "You need to go. I won't be able to keep this up much longer. My rut is starting, and you're not making it any easier."  Daishou, equally dominant, stands defiantly, his jaw clenched.

Daishou's scent, usually sharp and commanding, has a subtle sweetness to it, a telltale sign that the alpha's pheromones are starting to affect him. The omega crosses his arms over his chest, his voice low and firm. "I'm not leaving. I can handle it."