i'm the alpha now

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

There it went, her thick, protective walls, her facade, the force field she’d been building for over a decade, all shattered with one simple move. Chiara was shaking before he even leaned closer to kill the tiny distance still keeping them apart, her wolf scratching for freedom so she could then run into his as if centuries had kept their souls apart. What Chiara felt at that moment, eyes falling to his hesitant - and utterly seductive - lip bite was beyond a girl’s anxiousness about kissing a boy she was crushing on, beyond the general thrill of kissing someone new to her. It was a massive, uncontrollable pull that screamed at her to face all her fears, drop her insecurities and give in to her destiny.

Was that how it felt, when a wolf met his true mate? The exhilarated heart drumming inside the chest, the instantly shaky and cold hands mixed with a strangely familiar warmth dominating her body from head to toe?  When Dolton’s lips finally met hers, all of those sensations washed over her so quickly Chi had to hold on tight to him, one hand gripping on his shirt by his waist and the other onto his wrist, as if his touch was the one thing keeping her from passing out. His lips were even sweeter and softer than she’d dreamed they’d be and while new and mind-blowing, that kiss felt so familiar. Like they’d kissed a million times before, like their lips were made to work together, parting at the right time, inviting their tongues in sync.

Her wolf was howling inside her, finally happy but wishing she could meet her own Dolton, the big, black wolf. Breaking the kiss breathlessly, with a soft gasp, Chiara moved but an inch from him and looked up, lips swollen and pink, princkled by his golden beard… Eyes of a whiskey color, bright, flashing wolf when they met his. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. She was fucked, big time. Trailing her fingertips up his arm as she pressed her cheek onto Dolt’s hand, Chi prayed Olly was still asleep and nowhere near that kitchen, and gave Dolton a small smile before holding on to the back of his neck and pulling him into another earth-shattering kiss. Her arm wrapped around him protective even without the possibility of any harm coming to him. That was her wolf, her alpha nature speaking. She protected what was hers.

He could practically hear her voice in his mind, encouraging him – make the move, Dolton and the minute he did, he realised what it was, the familiar voice in his mind was willing him to do this because it was what was right. Dolt couldn’t understand the complete familiarity of her kiss, despite never having touched her lips before and he practically hummed against the kiss as both of them grasped at one another for whatever reason, an anchor of sorts to tie them to this moment, to force them to cling to reality and not lose each other in the serenity of the moment. He didn’t believe in this shit, not really, he had his chance and Willow had died, he didn’t believe there was another and yet here she was, wrapped up in a playful shewolf who liked to tease him and fought him at every possible turn.

This wasn’t like the rest, he’d lost count of how many other girls he’d attempted to lose himself in, this was real, raw and certain. Chiara was not like anybody else, not really. Something new, something the wolf in him recognised and something that instantly made since. Their kiss deepened and their tongues danced around one another like a well-known routine, his hand pressed firmly into the small of her back while the other held her jaw firmly, but not too tight, his thumb grazing over her cheekbone as he clung to the oxygen he could manage to breathe in, in such an intense moment.

When they finally parted, he was somewhat breathless, staring at her with the same blissful disbelief, wide eyes, parted lips, chests heaving against one another as both seemed to realise what was happening – they were screwed, now indefinitely tied to each other without even realising the true strength of what just happened. This was not just an intense kiss, this wasn’t two wolves finally giving into what they truly wanted, this was two alphas finding their mate and there was little they could do about anything now, their destinies were already intertwined. Dolton breathed out a shaky breath, but Chiara was once again staking her claim, her lips crushed to his in desperation and he returned the gesture with equal enthusiasm, both hands dropping to her hips to bring up her legs, curling them around his waist as he moved away from cooker and rested her against the counter top. He didn’t hesitate to meet every kiss, their lips moving in unison as his tongue made its way to her own once again like magnets, “Chi-“ He broke their kiss, leaning back, hand lifting once again to cup her jaw, “Where have you been?” The alpha mumbled quietly, a genuine confusion resting on his features – had he always needed her?

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

Chiara wasn’t sure now whether she preferred their previous banters and avoiding each other, or what was happening at the moment. It was painful, physically painful, standing in front of him and denying what her body and her wolf wanted. At each smile the alpha threw in her direction she cursed in her head, wishing they hadn’t crossed paths again after that one time she needed his mechanical services. Dolton Lebeau was going to ruin that fortress she’d built around herself for years, he was going to ruin her self sufficient facade and her very well protected, once shattered, heart. She knew the moment he touched her with more intention than any of the other times he had, she’d be gone and taken. Why him of all the wolves she’d met throughout the years? Why this one in particular, with his mesmerizing blue eyes, those pink lips, that scent that made her legs tremble?

Looking into his eyes as he spoke, for a moment Chi didn’t even remember who his brother was, or that there were other people in her house besides the two of them. The realization made her feel breathless and she gripped tightly onto the kitchen counter with her left hand, the other still resting on her hips. Dolton’s question made her arch an eyebrow, shrugging. “You really think you need to ask me that?” Chiara tilted her head softly, trying to ignore the step he took towards her. Her wolf was starting to feel caged, angry at her for not giving in. He was holding back another laugh, probably finding it all amusing. If he only knew how painful it was to her, how immensely surprising it was to Chiara to be even a little be remotely drown to anyone after everything she’d been through.

Nodding at his self explanation, she had to agree. Dolton was forward with his intentions to her, even if he hadn’t said a thing. The problem was what he wanted with women, always a lot less than he deserved. Something she’d give any other man she felt attracted to easily. Then why not with him? Why not just released all the physical tension and walk away? Just being around her for now, was that it? Chiara’s eyebrows rose, intrigued, and she looked down, nodding, a silent agreement. Her wolf growled inside her, angry - she wasn’t supposed to agree, she was supposed to fight for the wolf inside him, fight for the alpha. Fight for the one who was to be her mate. Perking up her eyes again, Chiara scrunched up her nose, pensive. “Does it mean you’re gonna take forever to kiss me now?” The words poured out of her mouth as if she had no control over her lips. “I gotta ask you know, I hate waiting so I must work my zen if I’m gonna have to do so.” She shrugged teasingly.

He was a man, a wolf, an alpha and denying what he wanted from this shewolf was practically painful, especially considering, even with their brief interactions, they were so drawn to one another, and they seemed to be perfectly suited, matched as if by fate, as cheesy as it was, but Dolton was still reluctant. He was sure he was not the only one having a battle with his inner dominance, more so in the fleeting moments their frames connected, or their gaze was caught for a little too long. The both of them had a tendency to let their eyes wander, It was almost as if they were undressing each other with their eyes, only ten times more intense, not just shedding clothes with every lingering look, no, shedding their human skin, seeing the wolf in each other.

He hummed in response to her words, knowing that the closer the proximity, the more this was going to hurt the both of them, but Dolton could only ignore his animalistic instincts so long and right now, every fibre of his being was telling him to enclose their distance further, to do what he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the minute they met and kiss her. Why were they holding back? The closer the two got together, the less he remembered why he was pushing her away. He needed this, Willow would have told him as much, but in all honesty, the damn alpha was scared, scared shitless, and he was pretty sure the shewolf knew it.

Dolton’s eyes narrowed when she agreed all too easily, half expecting to see even just the slightest amount of disappointment, and while she did look away from him, it wasn’t all too clear if she agreed with him, or was in fact, irritated that he spoke as though there would never be anything between them, when there already was so much, so much he couldn’t deny, or even want to for that matter. His lips twitched with her taunting nature, eyes narrowing a fraction before he replied, “Y’have to ask that?” He questioned in a low voice, practically rumbling in their already intense atmosphere.

As if given permission, Dolton leaned in, his hand lifting, cupping her jaw, hips pinning her towards the countertop, though he barely moved them much closer to her own. The male hesitated, biting his lower lip before bringing the two into a kiss. Call it comical influence, but he felt as if the satisfying moment could have had angels singing, his digits brushed over her cheekbones, lips moving in unison as his tongue only just crept between her lips, dancing over her own as if it knew the routine. Fuck, it hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

[hunnamsource]

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

So being in Dolton’s presence was always a mix of constantly wanting to kiss those pinkish, perfectly sculpted lips of his, but also wanting to wipe that smug smile of his face? It appeared it was. That god damned lip bite would be her undoing, it could easily defeat all of purposes. Chiara wasn’t even sure how she was still resisting the temptation to just kiss him and get it over with. If she focused on the deepest parts of their conversation maybe the urge would go away; but the more they seemed to be able to talk about  the most diverse and difficult things, the more she wanted to ler her wolf crawl out and surrender to her instincts. Smiling softly at his - probably unnoticed - kind words, Chi nodded, understanding. “I’m glad I’m here too. You guys are sure a handful, but I’d take that any day over my uncle’s gathering of Peter Pan complexed jocks.” Chiara laughed at her own silliness and felt her wolf howl inside her, scratching and fighting her way out when Dolt spoke of her. Arching an eyebrow at him, she shrugged teasingly, a soft movement as she shifted her weight against the counter. “Behave nicely and you might see her soon enough.”

She could almost hear it, her wolf begging to go to his, challenging her to deny it any minute longer as a true alpha would challenge another for their mate. Hush, Chiara said to herself, if I can’t have the man, you can’t have the wolf. Stupid Lebeaus and their smug smiles. Even Kip had a provoking, taunting aura around him and he was barely conscious most of the time she’d been around him. No wonder poor Lydia was was infatuated, if it was hard for her resisting Dolton she could only imagine how powerless a human woman felt around them all. Ignoring his tempting smirk and his heart-melting laugh, Chiara bit down on her lip and just watched him as he seemed to think twice about his answer to her question. Wise decision, that was. The more he spoke, the wider her smile grew and her left eyebrow quirked up, feigning surprise. “That does sound a lot like me.” She nodded slowly, her smile melting into a smirk. She could be full of herself too, sometimes. Specially when his big blue eyes raked her body like they were doing at the moment, making her drum her fingertips on her hips to notify him of her own eyes being alert. 

Diving in her own thoughts for a moment, day-dreaming about an older, gray haired and extremely alluring Dolton, she took a few extra seconds to realize what he was saying and mirror his grin, shrugging. “I guess you will.” The shewolf could feel her lungs struggling to fill up as she stood so close to him, her muscles tensing with how much of a battle it was to stand her ground. How was that even possible? Her entire body wanted that wolf in front of her, not just the tingling parts. Everything. Taking a deep breath, Chi let it out with a laugh, shaking her head softly. Kip seemed grumpy, but until meeting him she thought Dolt was the grumpy one. “Am I aiming for the wrong brother, then?” The woman tilted her head lightly, eyes boring into his. Oh, how Olly would be laughing his ass off if he saw the two of them right now… Listening to him, Chi chuckled, running her hand through her hair for a moment. “Oh, I know you’re an asshole. Asshole…” She pointed at him. “Workaholic.” Chi pointed at herself. “Player.” She pointed at him again with a smirk. “Playing hard to get.” She pointed at herself and shrugged, hand falling down on her hip again. “I’m a triggered wolf too, Dolton. I know a defense mechanism when I see one.” Chiara held her smile as if daring him to say otherwise. 

He was drawn more so into the sight of her frame as her fingers drummed against her hips, obviously allowing him to realise that she had caught his gaze, but only forcing more of his attention there as a wicked smirk began to dance across his features. He was pleased that the two had found a little more than common ground, easily amused by one another’s company and certainly interested in each other, even if neither of them had bothered to act on it. He understood Chiara’s reluctance, he shared it, both of them needed the stability and yet neither were going to willingly give into it, not yet ready for what it may have meant. Dolton’s head cocked to the side as he watched the girl drift off into her own thoughts, his lips quirking into a brighter smile as he cleared his throat before her own grin lit up her features.

It was hard to deny their chemistry, even harder to deny how both of them responded to one another, despite their mutual reluctance, their body language told a very different story, both turned into the other’s presence, lips constantly offering a dancing smile, eyes never bothering to stray from either of their bodies. Dolton was not an easy man though, easily swayed to stay away from what seemed to be good thanks to everything the Lebeaus had been through and Chiara was no exception, though beautiful and seemingly perfect for him so far, he couldn’t or rather wouldn’t give into the primal instinct to fall for the shewolf. They needed distance – but Dolton was far from ready to keep away from her at this point.

He glanced over his shoulder at her questioning, chuckling softly as he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, “Olly would have y’believe that, darlin’ –“ The man began to tease before pausing, narrowing his eyes when he realised the other had openly admitted to aiming for him. “Does tha’ mean you’re aimin’ for me?” He took another step closer, tongue sweeping over his lower lip as he prevented more laughter from tumbling from his lips. His eyebrows lifted in a sighing agreement as he found no argument with her assessment, but player seemed a little much, “Y’right, it’s… a defence mechanism or whatever, but I ain’t a player. I’m very honest about wha’ I want with women, if they keep at it, s’not really a game.” Pushing a hand through his beard, the other lifted his shoulders in a shrug, “M’alright with just… bein’ around you for now, see how it goes.”

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

She could tell it was a painful subject to him. His laugh sounded a bit nervous, desperate even, but he was still laughing and that seemed to be a good sign to her. Maybe they all had their hard times and Chiara still though Dolton was a huge womanizer, but deep down she didn’t see him as a jackass. He was doing for his family way more that most men she knew would ever think of doing. He was their alpha in ways most wolves would never dream of being. That thought made her swallow hard; Dolton could have five thousand problems in his life, many issues he still needed to work out with his brothers and maybe within himself. But somehow she knew that if her dad ever met him, the old man would be telling her that was the kind of man she needed. Not the puffed-chest brawny wolves around but a real alpha. Ignoring that thought, she just looked up at him and listened while cutting the other half of the meat.

Dolt’s words made her smile, a genuine smile of pride and joy while she sliced the chicken in small cubes. “I like them too. Well, just met Kip, but he’s adorable. Not the most handsome Lebeau, but don’t tell him that.” Chi teased, glancing at him with a devious smirk on her lips. “I don’t have a pack, you know? I don’t like packs. I like family and where I grew up… My dad has his pack, he’s been the alpha for over thirty five years, and they’re all family. I came here and my uncle had a bunch of angry boys who fought constantly to show off their strength.” Grabbing the now chopped meat, she threw it in the pan and then added the rice, waiting for Dolt’s part. “I chose not to join them when I moved but I was still raised to be next in line, to marry and be the model alpha female. I cut the boring parts but you know, the carrying is still within me, looking after my kind. And you guys are my kind.” She shrugged lightly with a smile on her lips, startled at how honest she was being at that moment. How easy it was to speak to him.

“Plus there’s the vet thing, I naturally want to embrace all animals around me.” Chiara laughed softly, arching an eyebrow at his taunting. “You three underestimate the size of my wolf.” She poked, hands raised in a soft gesture. His chuckle was absolutely adorable, a calming sound after the tense hours they had passed in each other’s company, and Chiara shrugged playfully. “Maybe it’s on purpose, who knows?” She provoked but looked up at him just in time to catch his soft bite on the lip. Motherfucker. “Yeah, quit the lip biting, I’m trying to prove a point here.” Chiara covered his mouth for a second with her left hand while she closed the pan with the other, turning on the stove. Oh, so Lydia had a think for Kip and not Dolton? That brought an odd sense of relief and Chiara rested against the counter again, body facing his at a dangerous distance as she listened. That loose smirk wouldn’t leave her lips but she didn’t mind it much anymore. “Women like me? What kind of woman am I?” The shewolf raised a daring brow at him, one hand resting on her hips and the other on the counter between them.

Hadn’t the heard that same story before? Olly and Leo were the real twins, brain twins, giving their siblings the hardest of times regarding their age, their loneliness… Leo would start a campaign to find her a husband if he had the time and the money. Sometimes Chiara wondered how hadn’t he applied to The Bachelorette on her name. “Nah, if you were fifty I’d be all over you already. You’ll be irresistible when your hair starts going gray, gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.” She grinned up at him, this time she was the one biting down on her lip. Looking away for a second, Chiara took a deep encouraging breath before finding his eyes again. “Look, Dolt, I think… I don’t know you all that well, or your brothers. But it just seems to me Olly wants you to find someone to take care of you like you do them. And you deserve that.” Her voice was low and husky, and Chiara could feel her heart racing as she spoke. “I’m not saying it’s me, I’m not that dreamy.” She chuckled shyly. “But you’ll never see who it is if you don’t allow yourself to do so. And one thing I know well is loneliness..” Her breath was caught in her throat for a second and Chi licked her lips, sighing softly. “No one deserves that, especially you.”

Dolton chuckled in response, attempting not to let his arrogance seep into their conversation, though he couldn’t prevent the wink he offered towards the shewolf, “Promise,” He taunted in response, chuckling once again as he bit his lower lip, “I get it, m’pack wasn’t really like that, but it got like tha’ towards the end, and between the parents… when they were waitin’ for alpha potential, things got stupid, but in the end they were all…” Dolt trailed off, lifting his shoulders in a shrug, though he certainly wasn’t shocked to hear about her role amongst them, he’d known it to begin with, hell, his brother seemed to notice it from the mere image of her and her pups. “Packs are difficult, but m’glad you’re here, I d’know what I’d have done otherwise, I do my best for them but sometimes love ain’t enough you know…” Shaking his head, he really didn’t want to dive into his past with Chiara, even if this was the most honest he’d been with anyone other than his family since Willow. “Tha’s probably a good thing,” The alpha smirked, glancing up at her with a raise of his brows, “S’only fair I get to see yours, you’ve seen mine.”

Dolt was a natural born tease, apparently his father had been much the same in his younger years before his mom came on the scene and Willow could’ve vouched for watching each of the Lebeaus get worse with age. His brows pushed into one another before he laughed once more, fuck – that he could understand, he’d spent a lot of his time in Chiara’s company thinking about kissing her and now apparently her own mind was drifting, “Sorry darlin’.” The male teased, although it was evident not only by his tone but by the smug smile that he was far from sorry. He leaned back as she did, the two evidently comfortable in one another’s company, at least more so now after the stress of the evening. The daring tone she offered was something he was cautious of, though he couldn’t focus on much when she taunted him, his frame turning towards her as she responded, “Y’the type that could kick m’ass, without a damn doubt, type that has shit together, an alpha…” As if she needed the explanation, but of course Dolton didn’t mind petting her ego, his eyes drifting towards the hand on her hip as she emphasised the feminine curves she possessed. It had been a while, or at least, a while where a Lebeau was concerned, but it was not simply that – something about the O’Shea wolf was like a magnet for Dolton.

Distracted for the time being, he chose not to think of his brothers and how much he needed to do for them and how badly he wanted to protect them amongst other things, for the first time in a while he wanted some time off from being the father figure, instead wanted some time to be Dolton. “Well, shit – I’ll jus’ have to come find you when I’m fifty.” The wolf responded with his oh-so famous grin, his eyes drawn in by the bite on her lip, sending a shiver down his spine. Was it possible to want someone so much? It was a risky path to even think about and Dolt knew it would be insane, Chiara had stated what she wanted but Dolton had barely gotten over who he’d promised himself too and it wouldn’t have been fair to end up in this web with the shewolf, no matter how shocking their connection had been. Thankful when Chiara decided to speak up once again to distract him from his thoughts entirely, he leaned back and chuckled, never would he have thought that it was possible that Olly, of all the people would want that for him after everything they’d been through. “I d’know about that darlin’, but I’d say y’pretty dreamy, enough to win a smile from grumpy ass in there,” He nodded towards the room they’d come from, Kip very rarely smiled. It appeared that she too experienced something in the way of loneliness, at least enough to offer such a response and his expression immediately dropped in empathy, they both fought it when somewhere, deep down it was exactly what they needed. “S’long shot – you know that, presumin’ I’m a good guy and the asshole thing was an act…”

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

“She is.” Chi mirrored his smile, thinking about little Nina and her lovely giggles. Children, a family… Those have been thoughts that never quite crossed her mind, especially after the events that got her triggered. Chiara watched her friends, cousins, her brother, all getting married and extending their family year after year and the closer it got to her life, the more distant of a reality it felt to her. Leo had met his wife in high school, Stella had been Chi’s best friend and Leo wouldn’t stop following them around. Their love was admirable; and love seemed like something Chiara would never experience in such sincere, deep levels. Her thoughts were broken when Dolton stopped chopping and she looked at him, wondering if she’d gone too far with her words.

Putting down her knife for a moment, Chiara looked at him as he resumed his actions and began talking. There was a certain pain in his voice that she had never imagined she’d on day hear. Hell, after the last time they had met, she hadn’t thought she’d been seeing Dolton at all, let alone hear his voice and engage in real, adult conversation that didn’t consist in constant teasing. Not knowing what to say, she turned to face him and rested her hip against the counter. “Dolt, I’m sorry.” Chiara said under her breath, letting go of any inhibitions and reaching out to give his arm a gentle squeeze. “I can’t imagine going that long without Leo, he’s ah.. Moving here was harder because I had to leave him behind.” The she-wolf confessed, still holding on to him. “I’m really sorry about that. But hey, you’re doing your best, I can see that. You’re a jackass with a big heart.” She threw in a little teasing just to push that crooked smile from his lips again. Letting go, Chi went to pick the pan and put it in the stove, throwing the chopped vegetables inside.

“Look, trust is a tricky thing. It comes and goes, the biggest things sometimes don’t mess with it, and then the smallest can break it this fast.” She snapped her fingers as she returned to his side, beginning to slice the chicken breasts. “But believe me when I say it, you and your brothers being here right now? In my home… Let’s just say it’s progress for me when it comes to trusting people in general. Big progress.” And leave it at that, he didn’t have to know any details that night. “It may take two months, two more years or twenty. You guys will find a good place.” Smiling softly at him, Chi passed half of the meat for him to help her with. “Can we move on to happier subjects now? Because I feel like this is the closest I’ll ever get to a date with you after turning you down so many times.” Chiara teased, walking to the fridge to pick up some more condiments. “Wanna tell me how is it that Oliver knew who I was last time we saw each other?” She provoked, an eyebrow arched up as she returned to his side.

Kids had never really been something Dolton had considered, of course when he was younger and convinced he’d be alpha, paired off with his best friend, the two had spoken of children together – it was ritual, expected, and he had thought that being young at the time, that the desire for children as well as the faith in ability to raise them would come with age – but here he was, just over thirty with no faith in him at all that he could raise kids, Oliver and Kip were an example of that – as much as he loved the two of them, Oliver was an arrogant drug addict with anger issues and Kip had been presumed dead this whole time when he was in fact alive and waiting for his big brother to come find him – kids would be a bad thing for Dolton.

Her apology only made him hurt all the more, pain ripped from his chest and seemed to radiate throughout every vein in his body, distracted only by her hand on his arm, his eyes flickered towards the girl’s own and he offered a small smile in response, “I get it…” He murmured, he loved Kip, he’d do anything for him, but his connection with Oliver had been built over years and now even not being with him for short amounts of time was heart breaking. “M’a jackass,” Dolton laughed, itching the side of his nose, “Yeah, m’a real jackass.” He agreed, leaning back as the vegetables were removed from in front of him, his frame resting against the counter as he watched the shewolf.

He only turned once again to help cut the chicken, but his eyes frequently left his actions to look at Chiara – she reminded him a lot of Willow, only of course, physically she was almost the opposite, but there was the same warm, familiarity to Chiara and it was something he had found himself craving since himself and his best friend’s separation. “I get that,” He hummed, “Trust ain’t always easy for me either, for any of us, but they took t’you pretty easily, and you just… helped my baby brother, so y’know, kinda… appreciate it, you’re a good person – they could use tha’ in their lives. But I mean it, it’s nice of y’to let three wolves into your apartment when they will literally eat everything y’own, not just food.” Dolt teased with a smirk.

The wolf raised his brows towards her taunt, but immediately chuckled in response, “Gotta say, y’really ain’t doing my ego much good, O’Shea.” Dolton narrowed his eyes playfully, biting his lower lip, “But sure, alright.” He nodded his head, finishing the meat and pushing it to the side of the board before carrying it towards the pan and pushing it inside. “Um…” The man hummed before once again he began to laugh, “S’a difficult one.” Once again biting his lower lip, the Lebeau male considered his options. “Alright, when we first got t’town, we met Lydia – y’know little blondie who works at the shop? She’s got a real thing for Kip, but she pays attention too. Olly got her telling him whenever girls come into the shop, ‘cause – well, he’s an ass.” He shrugged his shoulders, “He caught y’scent, asked me about y’, Lydia told him we – got along-ish, an’ he wouldn’t let it go.” The man glanced up with a small smirk, “I ain’t great with… women like you, but Oliver likes t’point out tha’ I ain’t getting much younger, an’ I need to stop fuckin’ around. You’d think I was closin’ in on fifty.” 

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

There were downsides to the enhanced senses for sure. Like hearing conversations she knew she wasn’t supposed to. Chiara were sorting out everything she’d need from her medicine cabinet in her kitchen when she heard Dolton’s voice coming from the hallway. Just getting him to trust us again… Choosing to ignore everything that wasn’t directly spoken to her, Chiara put everything she needed in a small plastic basket and closed the cabinet’s door. The woman had separated all she’d need for their dinner as well, her intention being to put Kip on IV, medicate him and let him sleep and get his rest while she cooked and gave time for Dolton and Oliver to take a breath as well. But after hearing that small exchange of words, her plans changed. Walking out of the kitchen, she smiled at the sight of Dolt apparently looking for her.

“Is he settled?” Chi walked closer to the eldest of the wolves she had for guests now and stopped right in front of him, her eyes studying his features, the blood-stained blonde locks pushed back and a rebellious strand falling in his eyes. Balancing the basket in her left arm, she reached up and pushed it back, tucking the strand behind his ear. “Get cleaned up and come help me with dinner, will you?” Smiling softly, Chi let her hand drop next to her body and searched for his, giving it a gentle squeeze before heading to the guest room. Olly was splayed in bed beside his brother when she entered, both looking right about to doze off. Taking a seat next to Kip, she smiled when he looked up startled. “Hey, sorry. I’ll give you your meds and let you sleep, ok?” She waited for the nod and continued with her medical duties.

In a few minutes, Kip was properly plugged and medicated and fast asleep, and Olly was almost there. Helping the youngest pup out of his boots, Chi lowered the lights and winked at Olly right before she left, leaving an open gap on the door for the dogs. Carish was the first one to enter, laying on the foot of the bed and guarding his guest. Stopping by her room just to get rid of her boots, Chi then walked back to the kitchen and smiled to herself as she saw Dolton there. It was nerve-wrecking, how he seemed to belong in her house, it send her heart racing to the point where she was breathless as she walked in. “They’re both asleep, Olly snores.” She chuckled, stopping next to Dolt on the counter and grabbing a knife to begin chopping the vegetables.

Glancing at him for a moment, she looked down at the task in front of her and sighed softly. “You know, Leo was my first patient. My brother.” Chi explained, pointing at the pictures on the fridge, a recent one of her and Leo on Christmas, wearing matching onesies. “He was triggered at a very early age and it was so scary… One day he turned and got lost, and was caught in barbed wired. He came home with his back open, still in his paws, and we were afraid to tell our..” The thought of her mother closed her throat for a moment and Chiara nearly dropped the knife, holding on tighter to its handle. “I stitched him up in our room with my doll sewing kit.” She chuckled, the recklessness of that action now making her shake her head at her own decision. “He still has the scar, it never healed. But he did. He’s married now and the father to that delicious cupcake over there.” Chi pointed at the fridge again, at a picture of her with a big dark haired two years old in her arms. Looking back at Dolton, she smiled. “Whatever it is you guys need to fix with Kip, you’ll fix it. I’ll fix the physical part.” She tilted her head, teasingly. “But you guys can fix it, I know you do.” 

He was grateful that the girl offered nothing in the way of a comment towards his conversation, as wolves, they didn’t have the luxury of tuning out conversations they weren’t supposed to hear, but Chiara said nothing and Dolton smiled to himself as she moved towards him and simply disregarded what she had heard. Of course, Dolt and Oliver had clearly felt comfortable enough to discuss such a thing whilst sharing their company with another wolf, so perhaps that said more to their trusting abilities but he couldn’t talk about it with the shewolf, not right that moment. He nodded his head and smiled warmly towards the vet, surprised she had been so intent on inviting them into their home after everything the two had done to piss each other off. He moved towards the bathroom, cleaning himself up to the best of his ability before tugging his hair back into a small pony, anything to get the distinct metallic stench of his brother’s blood from right under his nose. Splashing water against his face, he realised in that moment how exhausted the night had made him, but food also sounded amazing.

The wolf cleared his features and neck of blood and dirt, washed his hands thoroughly until the skin tingled from the scrubbing and stepped out into the hallway, smiling once again upon hearing the familiar note of Oliver’s soft snoring, and her calming words towards his youngest brother, who deserved so much more than this. Guilt once again swept over the Lebeau and his head hung as he moved towards the kitchen and leaned against the counter top. Within a few short moments, the shewolf appeared once again and he offered a chuckle in response to her words, “Yeah, always has…” He hummed in response, glancing towards the hallway before leaning forward and assisting with chopping.

Content in silence for a while, all that was to be heard was the soft snoring of one brother, and the slow paced breathing from the other, along with the slice of the knife through various cooking materials as the wolves worked side by side in preparation. Glancing up as the woman sighed, his eyes were immediately drawn to a picture he had looked over before – her brother, her twin… She understood his connection with his brothers for that very reason and his lips curled up into a small smile as she began to speak, however, the story was far from a happy one and Dolton’s face dropped immediately, a sympathetic frown lingering on his features in replacement. He paid close attention, deciding not to comment on her stuttering around one part of her sentence, before glancing back to the picture of a beaming, beautiful child – once again, the smile worked its way back onto the Lebeau male’s features, “She’s cute,” He hummed in response, before sucking in his breath and lowering the knife.

Obviously, his conversation had to be addressed at some point, but it still made him feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t so much the talking, his family life was very private and it wasn’t often that Dolton revealed any part of the inner workings of the Lebeaus to anyone, only Willow – but she was the exception, having grown up with the boys, but it wasn’t really the divulging family issues to Chiara, she seemed as though she would understand, it was the admitting to what a shitty brother he had been, which broke his heart every time Kip looked at him. “I wish it was tha’ simple.” He murmured, before proceeding with his prior actions, slicing through some other vegetable for distraction alone, “We only… Kip only came back into our life three years ago, he’d been missin’ from ten years old, till twenty. I won’t get into the details, but, safe to say he ain’t trusting us completely any time soon.”

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

Chiara perked up her head when Olly walked back into the room and she smiled softly at him, noticing the pile of clothes and the pair of boots in his hands. Chuckling at his comment, she couldn’t help but to roll her eyes and shake her head lightly. “I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.” The woman reinforced, her hands up in surrender, but as Dolton nodded and accepted her offer, the allowed her lips to melt into the smile she felt like she’d been holding in since their arrival. Her professional side was relieved to know she’d get to keep an eye on Kip. Her other side was shaking with the idea of having them all under her roof. Having Dolton, in her home. Blinking as she noticed the fur beginning to shed underneath her fingertips, Chi stepped back nodded at Dolton, turning on her heels and standing with her back turned to the table. Kip had not been the first Lebeau she intended to see fully undress. 

“Keep an eye on the leg.” She spoke to which of the other two brothers was supervising the turn but then Chiara felt a warm, firm grip on her hand and her eyes widened for a second as she let Dolton lead her wherever he wanted to. Gripping onto his hand, the she-wolf caught herself holding her breath when Dolt leaned towards her, her heart stuck on the back of her throat for a moment and her other hand involuntarily reaching up and holding on to the man’s face gently. Her thumb ran across his fluffy golden beard as Dolton kissed her cheek and Chi squeezed his hand lightly, pulling back an inch to look him in the eyes. “I know how much they mean to you, Dolton.” The woman whispered, still holding on to him, fingertips grazing his skin with tenderness. “I have a twin, remember? Whatever hurts him, hurts me. Don’t thank me.” Chi smiled, her breath hitching a little with their proximity. 

Oh, it would be so easy to just lean in and attend to her heart’s desire. But wouldn’t that be taking advantage of a hard, tough situation? Or Dolton’s stress and vulnerability at the moment? Wouldn’t that make a jerk out of her? “Ah, shit.” She let out a sigh, stepping even closer to plant a soft kiss on his cheek and then pulling away. Kip was dressed when she returned to the table, shaking, her heart raced and her wolf clawing it’s anger inside her. Kip was adorable, an ever more babyish face then Oliver’s and big warm eyes. Far from the being the most handsome Lebeau, but she’d understand if he had a line of women behind him as well. He looked at her with suspicious eyes for a moment, quiet. “Sorry about the shave.” She smiled, pointing at his now denim covered leg. “Can I make it up to you with some decent food and some puppies?” 

Unlocking the door to her house was like unleashing the Kraken. All three pits came flying towards her like hurricanes, barking and jumping, tails wiggling and knocking decoration to the ground. Chi had drove home with the clinic’s van, Kip and Olly in the back while Dolton followed them, and the pups seemed thrilled that they had company. All three couldn’t decide whether to go greet their mom first or Oliver and Dolton. “Hey, behave, we have a patient tonight.” The woman laughed as she knelt down to hug her puppies. “Beau, these are Ilya, Pia and Carish.” She introduced them while nearly falling back with Carish jumping. “The guest room is the last door to the left, you can set him up there and I’ll be there in a minute with the IV and medication.” Chi pointed the directions, eyes fixed on Dolton. “You can all sleep with him if you want, I’ll bring an extra mattress. Or you can take my bedroom as well, I’ll stay on the couch with the pups.” 

There was a moment when they shared something, an understanding, a connection and for the first time, it felt shared, he smiled warmly as the girl’s fingers brushed over his flesh in a comforting manner and he could only nod in response – his brothers were everything to him and his relationship with Kip was so far from being completely fixed that he couldn’t even begin to explain what was going on to Chiara, all in good time, though, he supposed. Whatever hurts him, hurts me – he knew that all too well and letting out a deep breath, the male intended to return to the room, knowing full well his brother was up and obviously drowsy, but still up. However, with the sudden thumping of Chiara’s heart and her mutter of a curse, he turned to face her, just in time for the girl to plant a soft kiss against his cheek. It was a brief gesture, one he assumed was offered in context of comfort, but in that brief second, he wanted the kiss, not against his cheek, not to lead to something else, he just wanted to kiss her – as if to pour his admiration and appreciation for everything into the gesture, but their gaze broke when the girl pulled away

Dolton followed her out back into the surgery, his lips tugging into a soft smile when he entered the room to find his brother, somewhat unsteady, leaning against the table. His eyes were surrounded in dark circles, his forehead shiny with a thin veil of sweat and a pale tint to his usually tanned flesh – he looked sick and it immediately turned Dolton’s stomach. He moved towards his brother, who simply stared at him, then turned his attention to the vet, his lips twitching with slight amusement as he rubbed his leg absent-mindedly, “S’alright, uh… Thanks for that,” He hummed in response, accent thicker than his brothers as he had a tendency to mumble. “Pups!” Olly exclaimed playfully, planting his hand on Kip’s shoulder and squeezing gently to which Kip lightly flinched, still not entirely comfortable with contact with his brothers though he did offer a small smile in response, his drowsy feeling making him seem more so awkward than usual. “Kip, y’alright?” Dolton took a cautious step forward to which he received a nod in response, rooting the eldest in his spot.

The trip to her house hadn’t taken long, and upon entering, the three Lebeaus were immediately met with a rush of excited dogs who jumped up and licked excitedly at their hands. They fussed around his brothers before finally offering attention to Dolton, the smallest pup, the original feisty one moved towards him slowly before he leaned down to her level and scratched between her ears. They were engrossed in the pups’ welcome and it was only when they were once again addressed by their host that the Lebeaus glanced up. Kip looked unsure, unsteady, but a ghost of a smile tainted his features upon the introduction to the dogs – though whether that was due to meeting them or hearing the familiar nickname roll of the vet’s tongue, Dolt couldn’t tell. “They’re awesome,” He murmured, giving Chiara a charming, crooked smile as he leaned against the wall for support. Upon receiving instructions, the eldest Lebeau moved to his brothers side, Oliver much too concerned with the dogs to focus on what his brothers were doing – one of his less desirable traits, but something both of his siblings were used to at this point. “Thanks,” Beau coughed, to which Dolt was quick to repeat as they moved to the back room.

They entered the room and Dolt immediately attempted to fuss over his brother, who didn’t have the energy to complain, though he had a less than pleased expression plastered across his rugged features. “Let us get y’better, then you can go back to bein’ antisocial.” Dolt begged, brushing the hair that clung to his brother’s head from his face, sighing as he helped him onto the bed and crouched at his side. “I’m so sorry,” He murmured, but Kip simply rolled his eyes, “It’s good t’see you like that,” He replied sleepily and for a brief second, Dolton smiled. They hadn’t shared a wolf experience since they got their rings and he had to admit, sharing it with Kip for the first time and having that freedom, before it went wrong, had been exhilarating and almost… powerful. Dolton turned, moving outside of the bedroom in hopes of finding Chiara, when Olly moved towards him with a concerned expression, “How’s he doin’?” With no sign of the she-wolf, he was attempting to be reserved, but she was somewhere here and bound to hear. “He’ll be alright…” Oliver sighed, “Jus’ getting him to trust us again and he gets hurt,” Dolton pulled his younger brother into a hug, “We’ll get there, he needs time, an’ if this sets us back, it sets us back, but you can’t turn your back on him, Ol’, neither of us can, not again. We need to be there. Always. Jus’ like me and you – always. Got it?” Squeezing the back of Oliver’s neck, the younger Lebeau disappeared into the bedroom and Dolton pushed his hands through his unkempt, slightly blood stained hair, moving back into the main room in hopes of finding their hostess.

[hunnamsource]

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

Smiling softly at Oliver as he nodded and walked away, Chi’s eyes returned to Dolton as she heard him speak for the first time if what felt like a year. His question was plausible, concerning for sure, but her lips remained twitched in a small smile hoping it would reassure him there was nothing to worry about. “Could be many reasons. If he hasn’t turned in a long time, if he’s not eating well, if he’s stressed…” She shrugged lightly, her hands moving up to the sleeping hound’s neck to feel his pulse, and then she carefully checked his eyes, pulling on the lids tenderly, and his gum and teeth as well. “But he did lose a lot of blood and it was a deep wound. He is healing, just, slowly. Look.” Chi brushed the last big of hair around the patched up thigh and showed Dolton how the stitches weren’t swollen anymore. 

To her, as a veterinarian and a wolf herself, taking care of Kip had been much more than a favor. It was her obligation, as a professional and as a werewolf. Look after your kind, no matter if they’re family or pack; her father used to say that every time he had a fight with her mom before she left. So when Dolton thanked her, all she could do was wave it off politely and smile. Chiara knew that kind of worry, she’d seen her brother hurt many times and the twin bond, it was real. It broke her heart seeing the eldest Lebeau bent over his brother like that as is even looking away for a minute would make Kip disappear. She wanted to reach out and ruffle his hair kindly just as she was doing with Kip’s thick dark fur. Snap out of it, Chiara. Sliding off of her stool she began cleaning everything up, throwing everything out in the respective proper trash cans, taking off the shirt of her scrubs and throwing it in the washing bin, leaving a black tank top only.

“If you and Olly don’t mind, I’d like to take him to my place so I can keep an eye on him over night.” She spoke as she walked around the room, turned off the music that was still playing in the background and began separating the medication Kip would need. “I have everything I need there, the supplies, and this way we won’t be bothered by my employees early in the morning. It’s hard to explain why there’s man instead of a dog on my slab.” Her tone was still soft as she spoke, packing everything in her duffel bag and pulling out a pair of jeans from it. “You two can stay there as well, I got enough space and food and I maybe having the dogs around would help him heal faster.” Toeing off her crocs and pulling off her purple scrub pants and revealing black gym shorts, Chiara put on the jeans and buttoned them up, throwing everything in the washing bin and turning to Dolton. “I understand if you guys don’t want to, but then I’m gonna have to ask that you keep him on IV during the night.” She paced her bare feet back to the table while putting on a light blue sweater and took another look at the stitched, fingertips once more burying on the black fur. 

Dolton was somewhat settled by the proof that his brother was healing, though certainly diminished by knowing that there was something Kip was dealing with that he wasn’t vocal about. Of course, they didn’t have the best relationship, but Dolt was doing his best to ensure his brother knew how much they had missed him, mourned him even, and how having him back was the most important thing in the world to the Lebeau brothers, even if Olly required a little more attention a little more often in comparison. He’d simply nodded in response, unable to reply vocally as his hand still rested against his brother’s form, absent-mindedly stroking through his fur before once again his younger sibling returned to the room, a light scoff fleeing his lips.

“Please,” Olly practically begged, resting his hand on Dolton’s shoulder, “Awkward Kip in a girl’s house, that’s gotta be beautiful.” He attempted humour, a small smile on his lips though even Dolton could sense the fear Oliver had possessed before Chiara had finished her work on their sibling. He sighed softly, nodding his head, “S’appreciated, thanks.” Dolt responded, though he resented being an inconvenience on the woman, even despite her positive attitude. 

As though on cue, the fur beneath Dolton’s fingertips began to disappear, Kip was turning already, which definitely made the Lebeaus feel better, though he did glance towards Chiara for confirmation that it was supposed to be happening. “Jus’, uh, call him Beau.” He informed the woman as he stepped back, “He don’t like being called Kip,” It was a family exception of course, but after years of being referred to as one name, he could understand that his brother preferred that over his family given. Moving away from the table, he figured his brother required privacy to change and having Chiara there when he first woke up wouldn’t be something he’d really thank them for after. Moving towards the vet, Dolton took her hand in his and pulled her into the back room. Leaning into her, Dolt planted a kiss against the woman’s cheek, “Seriously -- thank y’, we’ve... been through some shit so this is... really important.”

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

The tools were soundly falling off her hands and back onto the silver plates way before the loud banging on the door started. Chiara could smell it, him. And blood. Dropping it all back in its place the woman nearly ran to her door as Dolton seemed about a second away from busting it open with his foot and the despair in his expression felt like a slap to her face. She knew from the moment she bumped onto him and Olly in the woods that his brothers were his life, and she’d be lying if that hadn’t been a reason for her to feel all the more attracted to the wolf. Glancing from Dolton to the truck parked in front of the clinic, Chiara had merely a second to decide what to do next. “Bring him in.” It wasn’t an invitation, it was a request, an order.

She quickly paced back into the OR and put the tool plate back in its rightful place, the small wheeled table next to the operating slab, and the she-wolf didn’t waste any time. Heading to her medicine cabinet, Chi grabbed everything she would need: she sedative, syringes, two packs of gauze, the right substances to clean and sterilize the wounds and the sewing kit. Nearly bumping into Oliver as they walked in carrying the huge hound, Chi could have sighed in relief, at least he wasn’t the wounded one. But that meant it was Kip. It was still Dolton’s family, not a friend or a random pack member. Setting everything in place, she put on a clean pair of rubber gloves and picked the sedative and syringe. Gesturing, she showed them where to lay Kip and circled the table until she was next to the wolf’s head. “Hold him.” She mouthed to Dolton and then went for the wolf’s arm.

Kip was panting, not moving much but having trouble breathing and she didn’t even have to look down to see what had happened. The stench of blood was burning in her lungs. “Finally I meet the last Lebeau.” Chi smiled softly, looking the hound in his big, bright eyes. Filling up the syringe with the sedative, she looked for the right spot on his arm and gently dug it in, closing her eyes when the animal whined. “You’re probably the most handsome one, reason enough for your brothers to hide you.” She teased, winking at Olly, just a simple way to keep them all calm. The pup slowly drifted and his breathing slowled down. Chiara pulled a high stool and sat in front of the blood spilling wound. Taking a deep breath, Chiara went into her “zone.” From that moment on, she wouldn’t hear or see anything that not the problem at hand. She didn’t care if the boys were there, as long as no one moved Kip an inch away from her.

It was a little over an hour later when Chiara pulled the stool back and took off the gloves, eyes blood shot from focusing on one thing for too long. Kip’s fur had been shaved off to help her work and the stitches were bumpy on the fair pinkish skin of the wolf. He still slept quietly and she reached up, feeling the heartbeat strong on his neck. That boy was a tough one. It hadn’t been such a bad wound, but she had no idea how long he’d bled. There was a pile of bloody gauze in the wheeled table, fur, her tools all spread and now the gloves too. Looking up she spotted the two Lebeaus still there and nearly lost her balance, gripping onto the edge of the table. “He’ll probably be up soon and turn so.. Clothes would be good, if you have any.” Chi smiled softly, her hand burying in the soft fur of the wolf’s chest. “When he’s up I’ll get him on IV, he’s lost a lot of blood. He’ll be one hundred percent before you know it, he’ll need some meds and maybe a couple physical therapy sessions but I can take care of it all.” She nodded, eyes turning to Dolton now. “He’ll just have a weirdly shaved thigh for a while.” Her smile was honest, and quietly thankful that he had come to her for help. 

The movements have been fast, he and Oliver had lifted their brother from the truck and moved him inside, after that all Dolton could focus on was the stench of blood filling his nostrils and the whimpers that fled the hound’s mouth. His features creased together, his hands resting on the wolf’s frame, keeping him in place as Chiara barked instructions and went to work on stitching up his wounds. He couldn’t focus on anything she was saying, though judging by the tone of voice she was attempting to soothe Kip, all the while Olly’s breathing and pulse rate rang in Dolton’s ears, neither of them able to calm themselves even as their brother drifted off into a slumber.

Both brothers remained by the youngest Lebeau’s side, watching the subtle rise and fall of the wolf’s chest, it was strange to imagine how dark their relationship had been in the past, how, despite being reunited and stronger than ever, Kip was still wary of trusting his siblings, how they had already accepted his death once before but were not willing to do it a second time because of their own neglect. Dolton stroked over his matted fur as Olly paced around, ignoring every call from their over enthusiastic receptionist who was all too concerned about Kip’s absence.

When Chiara rose, Dolton seemed to snap out of his trance, eyes latched onto the bloody gauze and gloves that appeared in his eye line and caused his eyebrows to knit into one another. He heard her speak, but it didn’t quite reach his ears as Oliver cleared his throat and nodded, moving out of the door towards the truck, leaving him with the vet alone. “Why ain’t he healing on his own?” Dolton spoke his thoughts, concerned as to whether their abilities were moot point for whatever reason, before glancing towards the woman, comforted somewhat by both her words and the smile on her features, “Thank you, really. I d’know…” He shook his head, planting a kiss against his brother’s head, “Thank you.”

[chiaraoshea]

Furry Emergencies

The music was playing softly in the bad as Chiara went through the week’s files. She’d sent her receptionist and the other vets home already, needing the peace and quiet of having the place to herself at the end of a long work day. Thank God it’s Friday, isn’t that what they say? Sipping on her coffee, Chi was storing the files for the week’s patients - something her receptionist was supposed to have done that morning, but the girl had a fondness for spending hours on the phone and filing her nails - and going through the events of the last seven days. Removing a brain tumor on a German Shepard, being called into a ranch to deliver a baby horse, missing out on Skype calls with her father… Saying no to having coffee with Dolton Lebeau. “Cheers to that, O’Shea.” The brunette whispered to herself, sighing as she brought the mug to her lips.

Men are headache, Chiara, and you are better off without them. She’d been repeating that to herself for over ten years now, the one single thing her mother told her that ever made sense (even if back then her mom was complaining about her dad, specifically about having married a werewolf). Hearing the beep from the sterilizing machine, Chiara shook off any thought that could wonder far from the clinic and to an auto shop not far away, and stuffed the last file on the drawer. Patting her hands on her purple scrubs, Chi headed back to the OR and began sorting out and putting away all the tools she’d used for the day, hoping to only seem them again on Monday, when she had but a simple fixing process on a lady poodle.

@doltonlebeau​

[doltonlebeau]

Dolton didn’t want to see Chiara, after the rejection of both of their last meetings, he was done dealing with the vet that was almost impossible to please. He’d bitten off Oliver’s head on the way home and it was a line drawn under by the time they’d reached home – or at least he’d hoped that was the last time he’d have to deal with the O’Shea woman. The next few days had been easy enough, he’d put himself to work and his brothers had done their best not to bring up his shenanigans with the woman, it was pretty good done deal.

However, it appeared that he was doomed to be involved with her all over again. Their night had been eventful, to say the least. They’d finally managed to convince Kip to come with them as they turned, he was unsociable at best but for the first time in the longest time, his brother had come out of his shell – happy in his true form, bounding around the woods with his brothers, or at least, he had been until they crossed too far into the woods and Kip ran into a trap.

The movements had been quick from there, putting his brother into the back of his truck, covered in blood as Oliver attempted to soothe the whimpering hound. He drove like crazy to the vets, hoping, no praying that Chiara would be around – he didn’t know who else to turn to, considering his brother couldn’t turn back despite attempting to multiple times, and nobody else would really be willing to help a giant wolf without explanation. Dolton’s fist nearly went through the door as he impatiently banged against it, “Chiara!” He growled, detecting both her scent and her heartbeat from inside.

[hclseyrps]

so i heard you found somebody else and at first i thought it was a lie

[simonandco-blog]

[doltonlebeau]

We’ve come a long way, from where we began.

[doltonlebeau]

We need to stop meeting like this

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

What was Oliver’s angle with all that? Sure, Chiara could understand better than anyone how the whole sibling-teasing dynamics worked: every normal sibling behavior was enhanced  when you had a twin. But why would taking to her bother Dolton in the first place? Their last encounter had made it clear that if it was the last, the wolf wouldn’t mind in the slightest. So why was his baby brother there clearly trying to strike a nerve? “He sure does.” Chi smiled lightly, eyes back on the shelves as she went on trying to find the last items on her list. Olly was hovering around her like a little kid that tried to be the center of attention on a crowd, his bright smile and big puppy-dog eyes the utmost adorable thing; but far from what Chiara would find attractive. Stopping with a halt as she finally found the one box of cereals she’d been hunting for, Chi bent down mindlessly and grabbed three of them, throwing them in the cart.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll know when I’ve had enough of you.” Chi said simply, this time avoiding any glances at Dolton. Why did he sound so pissed? If all that was just because she’d stated her interest in him wasn’t merely on a quick fuck and walking away then Dolton Lebeau was an even bigger asshole than he seemed to be and she had made the right decision, walking away from him that other day. But for some reason, walking away now didn’t feel just as easy. There was a tiny part of her, buried deep down under the piles and piles of feelings in her heart, that was somewhat… sad that her presence rattled him so much. Pushing the cart further into the isle, Chi was ready to take a turn and head to the registers when she heard Oliver and that made her close her eyes for a moment, smiling to herself.

Looking at the boy, Chiara raised an eyebrow, interested in his little theory. At Olly’s suggestion that they went out for coffee, an involuntary laugh rumbled from her throat, sounding huskier than her voice already was. “Boy, you’d get along with my brother just fine.” She shook her head lightly, returning her attention to the cart. So not only Oliver knew her name, he also knew what she did for a living. Interesting. “Quit bugging your brother, Oliver, he’s got his things to get done and I’m sure you are already a handful to him.” She smirked at the boy for a moment, finding a free cashier and grinning at the lady while she began to unload her groceries. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your alpha is allergic to me.” The woman teased, finally glancing at Dolton again with a tiny curve at the end of her lips before focusing on her purchases. 

It wasn’t like Olly to do things that didn’t benefit him, but it wasn’t exactly unheard of, there were times when they were growing up that competition was forgotten and he’d grant Dolton just a slight margin of time with a girl, especially if he knew there were true feelings behind it, rather than a hook up. Despite his insistence that Chiara was nothing but a rare case of meeting one of their kind, Oliver and Kip had both believed there was more than just the physical attraction between the two, even if none of them truly believed in anything that was beyond their control. It seemed that, even in admitting that even if there was something, that it couldn’t be acted on, Oliver was still adamant to force Chiara into their life. It was not as if Dolton was clueless – he understood the boys wanted something that reminded them of who they were, what they were, and they missed their pack, but after Oliver’s choice in actions, being around their kind had presented them with nothing more than paranoia and unwanted questions, and Dolton couldn’t risk his younger siblings for the sake of a date or two that was more than likely going to end in disaster anyway.

He glared towards his younger brother as Oliver pushed himself between Dolton and the cart, forcing him towards Chiara with his words, let alone his actions. He knew the offer was tempting, and he should have taken advantage of that rare moment that Olly gave him, but he was stubborn, and Chiara had made it obvious that she was searching for more than a one-night-stand, and the eldest Lebeau simply didn’t have the time or the energy to give that to her. His eyes flickered towards the shewolf, lips pursing as she responded to him with words that sounded almost like an accusation, as if his choice to stay away from her hadn’t been inflicted by her own choice and his eyes rolled, an unamused smirk on his lips as he shook his head.

Oliver beamed in response, “Well, I’m not really into dudes but sure.” He teased, a chuckle rumbling in his throat as he rose his brows in an innocent expression when he realised the scowl his older brother was offering him. “Nah, he’s fine – likes y’really, just has a bit of a stick up his ass, ain’t that right bro?” Oliver knew just how to hit Dolt’s last nerve and he narrowed his eyes in response, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second before lifting his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “Like a damn toddler,” Dolton finally spoke up, pushing his shoulder into the younger male before looking at Chiara with a reluctant smile, “Coffee then?” He grunted.

[doltonlebeau]

We need to stop meeting like this

[doltonlebeau]

chiaraoshea:

Chi hated that she could smell him from a hundred yards and that even at such a distance his scent burned her nostrils and lungs and light up something inside her; a certain curiosity, intrigue, an the certainty that there were so much more to Dolton Lebeau than it met her eyes. Since their last meeting, Chiara had figured it would be the true last. It was clear that both of them had different intentions, was it not? But then again, the woman had no clue what her intentions were to begin with. Yet when his scent filled up her lungs that morning, Chiara nearly crashed her shopping cart onto one of the shelves. Moving a bit more quicker, she thought that maybe if she got to the last shelf fast, she’d miss him and go about her day, a day that had started quietly, undisturbed and she’d prayed it would stay the same - even if deep down, her mind and heart weren’t quiet in the slightest. 

She was almost done with her groceries, a few feet more and three more items to cross of her list and Chi would be done and ready to go. But the other scent that she caught had made her curious and something kept her from rushing her errand. She could hear them, Dolton and his brother, and the protests of the older wolf. Those words made a smirk pop on Chiara’s lip and for a second she continued to move her cart ahead pretending she hadn’t noticed them walking behind her. When she heard Dolton’s brother calling, Chi stopped smoothing and turned on her heels, a smile spread across her face as she saw the dirty blonde boy coming towards her. “Hi.” She greeted Oliver, turning to face him and simply glancing at Dolton. “That’s right.” The brunette nodded with a grin on her lips. “Oliver, isn’t it? It’s nice to meet you, in your less furry self.” Chi teased, letting them know she’d been listening to them cuss at each other and once more glancing at Dolton. 

Oliver sure was a gorgeous man, his smile was just as cheeky and alluring as Chiara thought it would be once meeting the sociable, attention-seeking wolf. But he had nothing on his brother, not one little thing, and Chiara licked her lips as she tried to focus on the man in front of her and not the grumpy old hound behind him. Her wolf cried inside her mind; it was the third time now Chi was denying her the chance to play with those interesting specimens. “So your brother wasn’t just teasing when he said I should meet you first, I see.” Chi provoked, holding on to her cart and resuming her walk, somehow knowing Oliver would follow.

Oliver was well aware that just talking to Chiara would piss off his brother, but hell, if it made him actually go out and get laid, or at least do something about the obvious interest he had in the she-wolf then at least Oliver had done something for Dolton, even if he always felt the need to get there first. It was obvious, though, that the girl held more interest in his brother, her eyes never did linger on Olly for long, constantly glancing behind him in hopes of gaining Dolton’s attention – it hurt, but that’s kind of the way it had always been and he couldn’t exactly get butt-hurt over it now. His grin grew a little larger as he shrugged his shoulders and tucked his hands into his jeans pockets, “Well, he sure got a way with words, tha’s for sure.” Olly agreed with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder and raising a brow at Dolton, who scowled in response.

It wasn’t long before Dolton decided to interfere, moving forward and gripping Oliver’s shoulder perhaps a little too tight, “Why don’t y’leave her alone, Ol’?” He questioned with a grunt, “Sure she’s seen enough of both of us to last her a while, hm?” Itching at his untamed beard, Dolton rolled his eyes towards the fluttering eyelashes and charming grin Oliver was displaying towards Chiara, like a damn baboon showing off its big red ass, he was all but offering himself up on a silver platter to the woman – it pissed him off, and he couldn’t quite understand why. Chiara had made it obvious enough that she wasn’t going to be just another girl he fucked and anything else wasn’t really an option right now, nor had it ever been, so there had been no point in that irritated feeling, there was no point in him interfering in whatever it was Oliver was trying to do but he did, and god, he knew he wasn’t going to give up any time soon.

“Actually, I think if she got t’know us, she’d probably like us.” Oliver over exaggerated the specific words, knowing that both parties were bound to catch on, “Or.” Oli glanced between the two, moving to take the shopping cart from his brother’s hand, “I could finish grocery shoppin’, feed Kip, I suppose an’ little blondie and keep the shop open for a little while an’ y’ could take the nice vet lady out for a coffee.” Dolton clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes, wiping his hand, now down his features as he tried to find the strength not to drag Olly out of there by the collar of his shirt, he had a habit of being annoying, but he had no idea what his angle was on this.

[hclseyrps]