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The wolf simply nodded following behind the prince to the bathroom in the library. Once he laid eyes on the tub he took over preparing it. Making sure the temperature was just right for the Demi-god. As he waited for the tub to fill he moved his fully exposed body over to the prince and hugged him. Craving the closeness he desperately needed. He hoped the other wouldn’t mind the embrace,

“Please wait for me next time”

He asked as he broke their connection turning to the tub to turn off the water. Dipping his hand into the water he smiled as it was the perfect temperature. Angel climbed in and offered his hand out to Ricardo.

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The shortness of the man’s answer didn’t put him at ease. The lycan stood by the door. He began to shift feeling an urge to breed. As the intense feelings of the sudden appearance of his master threatening a part of the pack subsided lust fueled him. However, he kept still fighting it back. His master did not seem in the mood.

“I wanted to discuss maybe a bath together…you said we could talk about it when I picked you up…but you came home without me”

Angel was quiet almost muttering the words. He hated this feeling between them. He knew their relationship wouldn’t be perfect at all times, however the coldness he hated.

“But you seem busy. I could return another time”

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The lycan followed his masters scent back to the grounds. His heart sank when his master was not in the spot they agreed upon but did not mention it. The prince seemed in a mood and Angel didn’t want to make it worse. As he followed his scent he found himself outside of the library doors. He knocked gently before peeking in. The Demi-god storming the wolf’s pack and threatening their newest member didn’t go over well. However, the familiar reminded the others their lives were cut short by the council. And who brought them back? He had every right to be angry. A wolf was actively temping to bed the alpha of the pack. Whether they were a spy for the council or an ambitious wolf looking to move up in the ranks through status they had crossed a line. And Ricardo made it clear the line was not to be crossed. He stepped into the office keeping his distance as he looked over the other,

“Master, is everything alright?”

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Ander swirled the ice in his glass, watching it dance in circles as Perth's words hung in the air. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Ander replied, though the words felt heavy on his tongue. He wasn’t so sure. Ander sighed, feeling the weight of Perth’s gaze. “It’s just strange. One moment you’re with someone you love and the next… it’s like a part of you is just gone.” He took a slow sip, the burn of the whiskey grounding him in the present. “In this line of work why bother?”

Perth smiled as he clinked his glass against Anders. "Im a simple man" he said as he sipped his Whiskey. "I dont get all those Cocktails with fruit and sugar in it" he said looking around the bar. He settled back on Ander watching him with a smile. "Are you going to be ok?" He finally asked wondering what Ander would do now that his lover was gone.

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Angel could see the conflict brewing in Garam’s eyes, a storm of emotions he tried so hard to suppress. The initial reassurance he offered had seemed to lift some weight, but it quickly transformed into something more complicated. The tightness in Garam’s expression and the way he shut himself down made Angel’s heartache. He couldn’t keep up with the shifting emotions. As Garam stepped back, trying to assert a sense of control, Angel felt that distance—both physically and emotionally. He wanted to reach out, to dispel the worry creeping in, but he could see the walls closing in around Garam. “What am I doing wrong?” Angel murmured softly, his voice laced with concern. “Why can’t I do anything right?” Angel knew this wasn’t the time for this conversation. The words spilled out as the mood between them seemed to falter. Since they arrived there seemed to be tensions building. He was starting to think maybe they jumped into things too fast. There seemed to be many unresolved issues that were making their way to the surface. Garam’s defenses were up, and the laugh that escaped him felt hollow. I’m not going to make you change; I'm not that controlling.There was an edge to his voice, an urgency that spoke of someone struggling against the tide. Angel's heart sank at the admission “Garam…” Angel started, but the moment was interrupted as Garam placed his hand against Angel’s stomach, an action that made the air between them crackle with tension. The physical barrier was a futile attempt to diminish the pull they shared, yet it only heightened Angel’s awareness of how much he craved closeness. Angel couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. He didn't want Garam to regret his decisions; he wanted them to communicate openly, without fear of judgment. But there seemed to be too much wanting to bubble to the surface. The offer of the blow job only made the man feel worse. As if the man were compromising only to make him happy. He was only trying to lighten the mood and was rejected. Not the best feeling in that moment. Angel shook his head taking his own step back. Maybe he should have stayed home. He let out a breath and forced a smile, “Let’s focus on what you need. Are we starting with clothes?” The blue stripe of Garam’s vest drew Angel’s attention, a small attempt to break the tension with humor. “Yeah, I guess we do,” Angel admitted, the smile creeping back into his expression. He knew he did it on purpose, wanting to build more of a connection between them.

though he was sure from the start, it was still reassuring to hear angel confirm that it wasn't a choice made specifically to hide his neck and the marks garam left. however, that reassurance was quickly tossed aside with angel's next remark. he didn't mind them until garam pointed them out. was leaving hickeys wrong, then? did angel not like them? he shouldn't have made the decision to mark the man so brazenly, he didn't consider how angel might have felt about them. it was a choice rooted in jealousy, he was trying to mark his territory even though it wasn't exactly the time to do so. garam wanted to laugh. how was he expected to believe that angel only had eyes for him if he was kissing another man right in front of him not too long ago? but he feared bringing up darius or the kiss the two of them shared would spark another argument and he didn't want that to happen, especially when they were in public. he knew if he reacted in the moment, he'd end up regretting it in the long run. so he did what he normally did when, not with angel but with axel; garam shut himself down emotionally to become agreeable. he wasn't going to let his jealousy show, he was going to lie and pretend like everything was okay to savor the day. as angel began closing the space between them, garam just stood there, expressionless, and stared up to the other. as cool as he was trying to play, angel's words still seeped through his facade. at least it wasn't a negative reaction this time as he felt a chill run up his spine, goosebumps rising on his arms, his cheeks even going red. he was quiet through a moment of hesitation, silently debating on whether or not he should play along or chicken out and turn angel away. ultimately, he ended up lifting his hand and placing it against the middle of angel's stomach, taking a step away from the man. "i'm not going to make you change, i'm not that controlling." he shook his head, almost laughing through the words to appear as if he were fine but the look in his eye pleaded to be believed and not viewed as controlling. "you're not property to claim, i shouldn't have done that to you... i won't do it again." garam wanted to admit that he marked angel specifically for darius to see but if he did explain, he feared it'd only discourage or anger angel. he had no idea when angel would even see darius next, the marks might not even be there. he didn't want the other to think he was trying to control who he spent time with or the relationships he kept. it was definitely a choice made irrationally, a choice he knew he wouldn't have made given the chance to do that moment over. "you shouldn't reward me for bad behavior. besides, we match like this." he poked at the blue stripe along the neckline of his vest before pointing at angel's turtleneck as if he needed to prove the fact. "a-and besides that, we've only just got here and we might get into trouble or they'll make us leave if we get caught. then i'll have to find somewhere else to get the things i need... so if you really wanna mess around, let's just shop first and then i'll blow you in the parking lot." he tried to bargain.

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“Yes master”

The lycan stayed behind to smooth things over with the pack. He spared the beta not telling the others the full story of their actions. But hinted to keep an eye on the new comer. He exited soon after going after his mate. It would take a lot of attentive work to smooth things over with his master. Twice in one day jealousy appeared which wouldn’t go unpunished.

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A wave of relief washed over Angel as the lycan held his ground, allowing his master to approach. He had feared the Demi-god's fury might have led to bloodshed within the pack, an outcome that could shatter the fragile peace they fought so hard to maintain. Angel struggled to mask his concern as he observed the fiery wolves that bowed around them, realizing with awe that the prince possessed powers he had yet to fully comprehend.

“I wouldn’t allow that to happen,”

he said, his voice steady to counter the chaos around them.

“No one would dare challenge you for my affection. If they even tried, I would kill them myself.”

The words hung in the air, a declaration of loyalty that resonated deeply within him. He took a tentative step closer, the warmth of the flames flickering against his skin, a reflection of the fierce bond they shared. Angel felt a surge of confidence, empowered by the intense emotions coursing between them.

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“Wait? Master I don’t know what you mean. There is no one to challenge you…”

The air crackled with tension as Angel's voice echoed into the charged atmosphere. The flames that danced around his feet flickered and twisted, forming shapes that writhed with an urgency matching his own. A moment hung between them, the alpha’s defiance palpable, and Angel could sense the heat of Rico’s rage bleeding into his own resolve. He hadn’t seen his master this angry and he was terrified.

“R-Ricardo no one has to die. Let’s talk this through…please calm down”

As the air heated it became hard to breath for the lycan continue walking. As the spell took effect, the shimmering veil that cloaked the wolf began to dissipate, revealing the truth hidden beneath layers of deception. Angel focused, his heart beating steadily against the chaos swirling around him. The flames painted the ground in hues of crimson and gold, illuminating the space between them as they flickered like the heartbeat of the earth itself.

“What have you done to him?”

Angel demanded, his voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of fear.

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As he ordered his own drink, Ander chuckled at Perth’s quip about expensive tastes. “Trust me, I’ve seen worse,” he replied, raising an eyebrow playfully. “You’d be surprised at how many people come in here and order fancy cocktails that seem more like dessert than a drink.” He glanced around the dimly lit bar, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses creating a cozy atmosphere. “Whiskey, though? That’s a classic choice.”

Perth watched Ander for a bit before he left his bag in the car and got out. He followed him to the bar and looked around. it had been a long time since he had been out drinking. "What ever I want? What if i have expensive tastes" he joked then looked around. He ended up order a neat whiskey. taking the glass he sipped and relished in the burn. He knew he didn't look like a whiskey drinker but it was his favorite.

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Angel felt the warmth of Garam’s hand intertwining with his as they moved through the store, the soft buzz of chatter and music droning in the background. He had to admit, the morning had been exhilarating, and the marks on his neck were a reminder of that thrill. But now, standing in the brightly lit clothing store, he felt a rush of mixed emotions. Garam’s casual mention of public escapades stirred something in him—was he embarrassed? Maybe a little. But more than that, he was intrigued and a bit flattered. All of this caught him off guard. “I’m not embarrassed,” he replied quickly, perhaps too quickly. He found himself worrying why everything he did went wrong. “I just... didn’t think about it like that.” He glanced at Garam, who was holding a black t-shirt against him. Angel couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. Angel took a deep breath, “You’re right. It’s not like I put on a turtleneck to hide them. I just... didn’t think about how noticeable they would be.” His fingers brushed against the fabric around his neck, almost as if he were subconsciously checking if the hickeys were still visible. “I didn’t mind them until you mentioned it.” He paused, letting the weight of his words linger in the air between them. “I guess I’m not used to being so... marked.” There was a thrill in that admission, a vulnerability he didn’t often expose. He began to get flustered. He didn’t expect Garam to act so jealous. Angel could admit he didn’t pay attention to on-lookers. “I didn’t notice, but people are going to look at me Garam. The same way others look at you. You have to trust that I’m only have eyes for you.” He watched Garam’s expression shift, the concern etched on his face making Angel’s heart flutter., and just like that he melted. He did appreciate how attentive Garam was, always careful about what might make him uncomfortable. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he reassured him, squeezing his hand gently. “I like it. I like that you’re bold enough to leave your mark. But it seems you are marking your territory. That aspect I don’t like” he was sure to be clear about that leaning down and kissing the man’s forehead. “I’m starting to think it’s not about me being embarrassed and more about you being jealous Garam” Maybe it was the thrill of their morning, or perhaps it was the energy that buzzed between them now, but he found himself leaning in closer, the space between them shrinking. “But I hate to admit I find it hot” he added, his voice dropping to a more intimate whisper. The moment felt electric, charged with the potential of what might happen next. For a moment, Angel considered testing those waters. “So… about that dressing room idea…” he trailed off, a teasing smile creeping onto his lips. Taking the shirt and putting it back on the rack. “If you want them to be seen grab my size. I’ll change but ask nicely please” he huge grin was plaster on Angel’s face.

he felt a bit bad, not necessarily ashamed but he definitely didn't feel very proud of himself, at the fact that he'd messed around with more people in public than angel did. he wasn't trying to make it a competition to begin with and he still wasn't seeing it that way, but he'd already had feelings about being seen negatively when it came to his sexual activity so knowing his public body count was higher just made him feel bad about it or himself. garam wasn't sure how much he actually wanted to admit to. of course, he didn't want to talk about the things he'd done while he was dating axel but messing around in public wasn't something the man was interested in. the farthest the two had gone together was making out in bars or clubs, some drunken heavy petting in their respective bathrooms. anything beyond kissing in public with the other people he'd been with always happened behind the scenes, private places where others wouldn't see them. hearing was definitely a different conversation, garam wasn't always the most subtle when it came to his own pleasure. "never in a dressing room," was what he admitted to, shaking his head. but the idea did intrigue him, as long as they were quiet. the last thing he'd want was to be banned from another store, or the mall entirely, for his behavior. there was so much to this aspect of his life that he wasn't vocal about, unless he'd been drinking and then there was no shutting him up. even though he knew angel wouldn't judge him if he spoke more freely, there was always going to be that little sliver of doubt that scared him to mostly keeping his mouth shut. "i'm not against it, though. just as long as we didn't get caught." not that he was expecting anything to happen while they were shopping, especially since they'd just fooled around this morning. garam let his hand slip down to find angel's again but only so he could lift it up to hand to give the pretzel to him so he could have his own hands free to start rifling through the racks of clothes. "are you embarrassed of the marks i left on your neck?" he kept his voice and tone as neutral as possible, not wanting to let on how he felt about the fact that angel's choice of clothing covered up the hickeys. he pulled out what he thought would have been a loose fitted black t-shirt from the rack and held it against angel's torso, eyes scanning him over before looking up to meet with his eyes. "if you're wearing that," he emphasized, eyes briefly glancing down to the fabric clinging to angel's neck as if to point it out, "to deter me from kissing you there, you can just say you don't like it." garam was worried since he intentionally left marks on angel's neck, though it was more so darius could see them but it wouldn't have been bad if it stopped others from approaching him. two birds with one stone. "i don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." that was also something he worried about; garam didn't take into consideration how leaving marks would have made angel feel. his arms had gone limp, dropping down to his waist as he held the shirt in front of him. "i bet that woman wouldn't have been staring at you like that if she could've seen them."