#alpha!luke

[clever-but-devastating]

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Keep Me Warm Lucemond (ABO Dynamics)

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Exhausted by his second pregnancy, Aemond finds himself unable to get warm no matter how hard he tries.

Luke is all too happy to assist when Aemond calls for him.

[talkfastromance4]

1+3 with werewolf Luke maybe? Please 🙏🏽🥺 love your work!!!!

I tweaked this just a tad so 3 will fit in with my previous werewolf!luke blurb. I hope you like it!😊 (also a bit of smut lies ahead, beware) ((hehe halloween themed warnings))

1. “Your scent drives me crazy.”

3. “I want you to turn me.”

• • • •

Since that night at Luke’s party when he revealed the killing of Saber and you shared a fairly good roll between his silk sheets that eventually transitioned to the floor, you were inseparable. Your packs eventually met on yet another party night where you and Luke slinked away upstairs to his room after the formal introductions. 

Each night started with the popping of his (and now yours) favorite pink rose wine which always lead to wandering hands and stolen breaths. 

It’s been about three months since you and Luke first started, each day and night proving better than the last. The New Moon is approaching and you’re hormones are already starting to stray off kilter. 

Being an Alpha of your own pack and also a female makes your New Moons extra intense and now this is the first time you’ll be with someone who can help you through this intense time.

You’ve been in phone meetings all day but your mind has been elsewhere, particularly on a certain curly haired, blue eyed Alpha. Your thoughts left you warm, and on any normal day you would be embarrassed to admit this, but there was a very noticeable wet spot on the front of your panties. 

You were aching for Luke, practically throbbing for him. As soon as you pulled into his driveway you could smell him and you felt yourself leak at the anticipation of being near him soon. 

You barrel through the house and find him in the living room, he’s rearranging magazines on the coffee table when you pounce on him. Your arms and legs wrap around him from behind, you nuzzle your nose against his neck. 

“Hey, you,” he chuckles trying to situate yourself in front of him but your grip is tight. “Are you all right?”

All you can do is shake your head and whine. He picks up on your lack of verbal communication then springs into action. He runs upstairs as fast as he can and you untangle yourself from him ready to take your clothes off but he’s faster. Luke rips your clothes off and shoves you against the bed, pressing himself against you.

You moan at the contact, feeling your desire for him rise to the brim as his lips leave burning marks on your neck. 

“Luke, please,” you sigh in near aggravation at his slow speed. 

“Shh, don’t worry,” he mumbles trailing his fingers down, down, down. “I’ll take care of you, lovie. What’s this, hmm?”

His thumb rubs over the wet spot on your panties, you preen at the touch, body arching into his. At his touch, the scent of you wafts into the air. Luke reacts by biting into the swell of your breast. 

“Your scent drives me crazy,” he groans then rips away the thin layer of cotton. You’re completely bare for him now, open and pliant for him to ravage you. 

Needing him closer, you push on his luscious locks until his head is in between your thighs. Feeling feverish by now he wastes no time licking greedily at your center. He swirls and slips his tongue exactly where you need without even telling him direction. 

You were cumming in seconds, your body trembling but needing more of a release. As if reading your mind, Luke removes his clothes and you’re practically crying for him at the loss of his touch.

“Hey, what’d I say?” he asks hiking one leg to your chest. His curls tickle your forehead and then he’s slipping inside you with ease. Your eyes roll back at being filled, something you’ve been waiting for since this afternoon. “I’ll take care of you.”

He pounds into you at a fast pace, hips snapping and bed rocking from the motions while you’re seeing stars in your eyes. You tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him close, enjoying the repeated pleasure he’s giving you. 

You sigh his name. Fingers scratch at his back which causes him to growl in your ear and entices you in an entirely different way. 

When you’re spent (for now) you lie on top of his chest, legs tangled together while his fingers tickle your back. The steady beat of his heart calmed you down but your body was still buzzing for more of him. The night of the New Moon would be interesting. 

You think of your time with Luke, your many nights shared and days spent together have been nothing short of blissful and perfect. This is the longest he’s been with one female and he’s the first you’ve been with in a very long time. 

“I want you to turn me,” you speak up. His heart jolts and you hope it’s in a good way. 

“You’re already a werewolf,” he kisses the top of your head which you turn to face him. His eyes are full of confusion. 

“No...I want you to turn me...into your mate,” you whisper the last word. As if speaking your inner thoughts will break this spell you’ve created with him. He could very easily say no, and curse the New Moon for making you this vulnerable in front of him. 

“You’re serious?”

“Yes. If you don’t want to then I will run for the hills right now because I’ve never been this--”

Luke crushes his lips to yours, rolling you onto your back and you open your legs. His kiss steals your breath away until he pulls away to latch his teeth to your throat. 

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he mumbles. His lips are soft as butterfly wings as he moves across your collarbone and to your shoulder. “Where should I do it?” 

“Anywhere, just as long as I’m yours.” You relax into the pillows, melting from his kisses.

“You’ve already been mine.” His teeth sink into your skin and you feel a newfound pleasure that radiates through your whole body. You feel it in your hair and to the tips of your fingernails. A Mate’s bite seals the deal, tying you and your counterpart together forever. 

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[flannelpunkcalum]

i don’t know if you’re sick of hearing about abo shit or not but i’ve been reading all of your abo asks and things and i just!!! ugh!!! what if you’re an omega but you grew up being sort of introverted so you didn’t mess with boys in high school or worry about trying to find a mate/alpha but alpha!frat!luke always smells you and is lowkey into you but you just look at him as an asshole. you’re always insulting him but he’s determined to train you to be his good little omega eventually

Okay so it’s one of the first classes of the year so you’re chatting with the guy next to you, Luke, and he seems nice enough until he stops himself while he’s talking to you like “...you’re an omega” and you’re very taken aback like “...yeah, is there a problem?” “no no no, it’s just - well, you don’t act O” and you’re like “sorry did I not curtsey when I realized you were an alpha? Am I making too much eye contact?” mostly joking but he’s like “that’s not what I meant” and you just raise an eyebrow at him and he gets this grin and just goes like “well if you were my omega I’d want to teach you some manners” and immediately you’re flustered and a little confused and a little turned on and you’re just like “uh I don’t think that I’m the one who needs manners here, buddy” and he’s like “think about it” “you can’t be fucking serious” and he looks you over and then gives you this look like “oh, I’m very serious, darling” and you’re grateful the lecturer starts up again bc you don’t know how to deal with that

but he doesn’t forget about it and he always finds a way to sit next to you and you can’t ignore him because he’s always sitting near you and when you drop your pencil he grabs it before you can and doesn’t let go when you grab it just to rile you up, so obviously avoiding him isn’t working. You give him a polite brush off - “look, Luke, I’m... flattered? I think? But I’m really trying to focus on my career and myself, you know, so I appreciate it and all but I’m not looking for a mate” and he just grins like “what a coincidence. I’m trying to focus on you too” and you’re like “...you know how desperate that makes you look, right?” and he’s like “do you not believe you’re worth my attention?” and you’re like “oh I know I’m worth it, I just don’t think you’re worth mine, al-pha” and he winces comically and puts a hand on his heart like you broke it, but you can see interest shining in his eyes even so and it’s... kind of growing on you, much to your chagrin. 

so the next time he promises he could take care of you you tell him to take care of lunch this afternoon, because you figure worst case scenario you get to make fun of him and get a free lunch on top of it. but it’s... nice? when he’s not acting like he’s gonna train you into a “proper” omega he’s sweet, and vaguely clever, and the first time you visit him at his frat house he blushes when his brothers spot you and grin at him. Blushes.  you were supposed to be having a study date but when he sits down on the edge of the bed instead of at the desk you know it’s only a matter of time before it descends into kissing, so you don’t let him get this one up on you. you push his shoulders until he’s lying on the bed and you straddle his lap and you kiss him and when you come up for air you rest your forehead against his and grin “you still wanna teach me manners?” and he’s gives you a quick peck and filps you over so he’s on top with one hand just resting on your throat and grins like “more than anything, baby. you better hold on tight” 

[mssjynx]

13. ohmtoonz? for the abo prompts? love your work btw

alpha / beta / omega au

ohmtoonz drabble

13. I’m sitting at the other end of the table in this library and I don’t think you’re realising it but your heat/rut is starting and I can smell it from here.

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Luke wasn’t a study kind of guy. 

He cruised through college, fluking decent marks in tests and assignments and bribing his roommate to write essays for him on topics he didn’t take interest to. He had a lot of other things going on and prioritised his social life and football working over English and Maths. 

Except it was exam week and he was going to be in a lot of shit with his parents if he failed a single exam. So he gathered his courage and, for the first time ever, stepped into the campus library with the intent to educate himself. 

He took ten minutes organising himself, getting his pens out and placing them in colour order, tagging all the important pages of his three science textbooks and exercising his fingers and hand to avoid future hand cramps. He then spent five minutes staring at his blank page, another five minutes slowly, carefully writing out a nice looking header before he decided it wasn’t good enough and ripped the page out. 

It wasn’t until at least thirty minutes after he sat down that he smacked his face several times and forced his attention onto his Physics book, flipping open to the first section of work they’d learnt at the beginning of the year. A quick scan of the page left his heart in his throat as he failed to recognise a single formula. There were too many long words and too many combinations of numbers and letters that he had to memorise. 

He’d chosen a nice space at the back of the library where the chairs were more comfy and the books were a lot lamer; no one bothered with them and therefore, no one walked past him and disturbed him. He wasn’t really surprised that someone eventually joined him, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table and setting up his study gear. 

Luke watched tentatively, following the comfortable way that the guy placed his books down. Within one minute from sitting down, he was alternating between scribbling down notes and reading from the textbook; completely oblivious to Luke’s shock and mild envy. 

When, after an awkwardly long amount of time, the guy glanced up and met Luke’s eyes, the alpha snapped his head down and pretended he hadn’t been staring at the guy. He knew he’d been caught and very determinedly kept his eyes on his page despite being unable to understand a single word. 

The other student looked down and Luke let his shoulders relax. His face was pink and he was busy trying to shake himself out of his embarrassment. There wasn’t many things that could make the alpha blush but he was humiliated at being caught staring. 

Alright, Luke. Study. He told himself, rolling his shoulders in an effort to regather himself. The other student was studying well, he could do the same! Within five minutes or writing down notes on different equations and theorums, Luke found himself routinely glancing up at the boy at the other end of the table. 

His hair was messy in a way that made the alpha question how long ago he’d woken up, and he couldn’t help but find the look cute on the boy. His face remained in a little pout as he worked, lips twisted and brows furrowed as he focused on the school work before him. His concentration seemed unbreakable and several times, Luke had to pinch himself to force his attention back to his half-written notes. 

Eventually, he got the hang of it. He’d powered through several pages of notes and found pride blooming in his chest at his progress. He, too, was focused. No one interrupted them. No one walked by. Neither of them distracted each other. 

Well… for the most part, they didn’t. 

It had been just over an hour that the two had shared a table and studied privately when the scent slipped into Luke’s awareness and brushed at his senses. It took a few minutes until he realised that the other student was the source of the scent. It was a tangy scent; tasting briefly like coffee but holding the undertones of something sweet and foreign to the alpha’s nose. 

Yet when he looked to the other student, there was no different. He didn’t move, he didn’t look any different; he continued studying like there was no difference. The last thing Luke wanted was to offend the guy, so he shrugged it off and tried to focus only on his work. 

Which was hard enough when omega pheromones weren’t clouding his mind. 

Heat. That’s what he could smell. Preheat to be specific; he could taste the fire that acted almost alike a warning, floating among the coffee that stained the insides of his nose and mouth. And it only seemed to get stronger by the second. 

There was no chance he’d be studying with that scent. He hung his head and clenched his fists. Self control was something he was good at and it wasn’t like he was about to pounce on the poor guy, but it didn’t mean the scent of the omega’s preheat wasn’t messing with his head. 

He glanced up when he heard a soft curse uttered beneath the boy’s breath, watching where he sat bolt upright. “Fuck,” he murmured, digging around in his backpack. Luke picked up on his pink cheeks, a fresh wave of preheat flushing his senses as the omega became aware of his situation. “Oh, no, no, no.” Panic mingled with the scent of lust as the boy pulled out a container, flicking it open to find no pills inside. No suppressants. 

“Hey, are you-?” 

“Found ya!” Luke’s words didn’t even make it out before another voice covered them, far too loud and blunt for their little private corner. The other student turned and both boys landed their attention on the two boys who had rounded the corner. 

Luke’s spine curled immediately. An alpha and a beta. He could see the dilated pupils, the snarling grin, the look of hunger and the offending scent of possession. 

“I knew I could smell an omega in here somewhere,” was what the alpha purred as he prowled closer. The omega was out of his seat in seconds, putting the table in between himself and the two newcomers. 

“Leave me alone,” he demanded but Luke could hear the racing of his heart. It seemed he was invisible to all three of the other students as the omega stumbled around the back of his chair. When the alpha rounded the table to follow him, Luke stood, stepping in front of him and meeting those sharp blue eyes. 

The alpha immediately rose to his full height, pulling his shoulders back and puffing out his chest. Luke’s bared teeth showed no fear. “Don’t touch him,” he growled and the bark of laughter that followed had him snarling louder.

“Why not?” the alpha snapped, shoving to hands to Luke’s chest. He took a step back but caught himself. 

“Fuck off, he doesn’t want you near him,” he said, stepping forward and shoving back. “Leave him alone.” 

The alpha snarled but there was a clear difference between his scrawny height and Luke’s football build. “Asshole,” he snapped, gnashing his teeth. “Learn to share your toys.” And had he not turned and left then, Luke would’ve punched him out. 

He waiited until both boys slinked their way out of their area, and waited still until he could no longer taste their unkind scents, before turning to where the omega was pretty much pressed back against the bookshelf. His eyes were wide and full of fear, trained on Luke, and when Luke took a step forward, he cowered down. 

“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said, stumbling back and raising his hands. He waited until the boy lifted his head, shyly peaking back at him. “I’m not like that, I wouldn’t- I wanna help you get out of here. Let me drop you home?” he asked. He didn’t step forward. 

“I don’t- I haven’t had many good experiences with alphas,” was the reasoning that the boy returned, words falling to Luke’s feet in fear of the response they might evoke. 

Luke sighed, shaking his head. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I’m Luke. My sister’s an omega,” he said and the omega lifted his head further in surprise. 

“I’m Ryan,” he murmured, and Luke felt relieved as he stopped trying to merge himself back into the bookcase behind him. “Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked, and Luke smiled gently. 

“Of course. I know how this school can be. C’mon, I promise I won’t hurt you but you’re gonna need to hide your scent under mine.” He lifted an arm but made no movement towards the omega. 

He let Ryan come to him, treading silently and slowly before he was stopping just out of reach of Luke. “Let me just… get my stuff.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Gather your things and I’ll walk you to my car.” 

As the two collected their belongings, Luke made sure to give the anxious omega a wide berth. It was bad enough smelling like a walking orgasm and Luke knew that preheats and heats were far from comfortable to experience. When Ryan was ready, he allowed the boy to tuck up against his side, wrapping a careful arm around him and resisting the urge to bury his nose in the mess of brown hair. 

“Thank you,” Ryan murmured and they didn’t receive anything other than a few interested stares as they walked through the campus to where Luke had parked his car. They drove with all the windows down and when Ryan jumped out of the car, he flicked a piece of paper at Luke with red cheeks, uttering, “Text me and I’ll call you when I’m off my heat.” 

Luke’s smile didn’t fade until he was back in his apartment, sitting at his desk and trying impossibly to continue his study. 

So what if he failed his exam. He was busy planning a date with a pretty omega.

[soldier-nation]

Matt who announces to his friends that he is pregnant, I doubt we can have a better reaction than this one ! : ')

[talkfastromance4]

Hailey! This is an awesome idea! How about number 9 with Luke? I don't see much of Luke being a big bad wolf around this parts and I think it might be an interesting change of pace. I'm leaving it up to you on the amount of smut/gore, I'm really more interested in the direction you're gonna take it 😊 Thanks! Have a good one 💜

I also don’t see Luke as a big bad wolf so this is a challenge I’m up for! I’m on a kick of trying to write him as overly confident as opposed to my usual soft!luke😅 I hope you like it Ana! :)

**and once again I clearly can’t write small blurbs, but when it comes to Luke there’s no stopping me. 

9. “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?”

• • • •

You could smell him as soon as you entered the large house. Luke is a known Alpha for hosting gallant parties nearly every night and he made a show of inviting you with the grandest of gestures. The first invite was a hand delivered letter sprayed with his cologne. You respectfully declined.

The second invitation was with a basketful of the finest wines with a single red rose placed in the center. Again, you respectfully declined. You’ve heard of his parties and how he spots one female out of the pack, has his fun with her for a while and then moves onto the next one. He may be an Alpha, but you’re not a plaything. 

When the third invitation arrived on your doorstep with his second in command, the Beta Michael, you were at your wit’s end. Michael followed you around claiming he couldn’t leave until you’ve accepted Luke’s invitation. 

Irritated to have a shadow lurking wherever you went, you grudgingly accepted then came up with the brilliant idea to tell Luke off. 

As you walked through the door, lights shimmering in all arrays of color and the bass shaking the floor, you caught his scent from somewhere upstairs. Michael appears in front of you.

“He requests your presence upstairs,” he says pointing behind him.

“Requests? He’s not a king,” you mutter but follow his instruction.

To your surprise, you’ve travelled up three flights of stairs, following his scent as you go. The music from downstairs becomes a dull thud in your ears. When you approach the cherry wood door you smell wine and roses, the same ones he sent you. Was he thinking this was a date?

Usually you’re more polite and would knock but you push open the door freely, ready to tell him off for treating you like some prize then come up short at the display in front of you. Inside this room is a table filled with flowers, food, and a large wooden box with a white silk ribbon tied in a bow. 

“Thank you for coming,” Luke smiles from the fireplace. The fire flickers in his eyes and the shadows reveal his smile is more of a smirk. As if he knows of some joke that you’re not quite in on. 

“What’s with all the theatrics?” You stalk into the room, hands on your hips as you take a closer look at the display table. 

You are curious at what’s inside the box. It smells of cedar but nothing else. You reach for the ribbon but Luke’s long fingers suddenly pull yours away. A snarl escapes you immediately, defense mode activated. 

“We’ll get to that soon, hm? I heard you haven’t opened the bottles I sent you so I took the liberty of having them for dinner tonight. Here,” he pops off the cork and pours it into a crystal glass. 

“Pink? You like pink wine?” you mock, surely surprised at his selection. 

“I’m a man of many tastes,” he smirks again then holds the glass to you. 

Sighing, you take it from him then sip it delicately. A splash of flavor tickles your taste buds in the best way. Without thinking, you down the whole glass because it’s the best wine you’ve ever had. 

“Aren’t you glad I sent you five of these?” he pours some more into your glass then some into another empty one. He grabs hold of the neck of two bottles then moves to the couch in front of the fire. “Come, sit.”

You follow him cautiously to the couch, your attention is still on the cedar box. You hope it’s not some kind of jewelry or crown or something. You’ve heard he gifts his playthings with many baubles and toys.

“I’m not one of your little toys, I hope you know,” you tell him up front. 

He chuckles lounging comfortably on the couch, his arm resting on the back of it. You sit next to him, grudgingly against his arm. 

“Oh, trust me, I know, lovie,” he gives you a wolfish grin. “I invited you here partially because of what’s in that box but also to get to know you better. I’ve heard great things about you from your pack members, you’re a tough but kind leader and always look out for your own.”

“Oh, um...thanks, I guess,” you shake your head and take a large drink of your wine. “But what’s in the box? I won’t pay attention until I know.”

“It’s the claws of Saber.”

You gasp. Saber has been a rogue member of your pack for years. After thirteen years he comes around and steals away the young ones who are not yet able to defend themselves and kills them. You were anticipating his attack soon but you had a firm handle on where the young ones would be, that they’d be safe and protected. 

To take the claws of a wolf means that they are dead and never to return. To make sure you have to place them in mountain ash so they have no way of reforming.

“What? How do you know about?”

“When my pack and I moved here I made sure to learn of the others in the area so we wouldn’t overstep and maybe form a comradery,” he starts then drinks his whole glass. He pours some more. “When I heard what he was doing I knew I could help but like I said, I’ve heard of you and you’re a tough cookie to crack. I meant to meet with you but when one of my members caught sight of him we reacted and fought against him. It was tough, some of us were injured but I finally cornered him and killed him. His body has been burned but I wanted to show viable proof that he won’t haunt you or your pack ever again.”

You sit in shocked silence, all of your preconceived notions of Luke are blown out the window. As you mull over his information, you down the rest of your glass. The effects of the wine are already getting to you, so you’re a little light headed when you move back to the table. Luke follows quietly, allowing you to untie the ribbon.

Lifting the lid, you see Sabers’ claws set in a circle on midnight blue velvet. A circle of mountain ash is around the outer parts of the claws and also on the inside. Your fingers hover over it, you feel the invisible force field of the ash preventing you from touching it. 

“I don’t know what to say,” you say quietly. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he shakes his head then places his hand over yours on top of the box and closes it. He moves closer and you can see how blue his eyes are, how sharp his nose is, and how good he smells up close.

You feel something stir within you, some sort of invisible string pulling you closer.

“Thank you,” you whisper linking your fingers with his. His skin is soft and hot. 

“Your heart is racing,” he hums stepping closer, his hips touching yours. You feel a spark course through you. 

“I don’t know why,” you chuckle. 

“I think I know,” his eyes gleam and suddenly you’re lying down on your back on a bed. 

Luke’s arms cage you in, he rubs the tip of his nose against yours then over your lips, down your chin and follows the line of your jaw to your ear. Your body shivers at the light touch. 

“Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” he whispers. At the start of a moan his lips crush against yours, the wine tastes sweeter dripping from his lips.

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[flannelpunkcalum]

I love love LOVE abo and I've been so desperate to find 5sos abo and I'm just. Thank u. (I'd also like to leave u w this idea: possessive alpha!luke seeing another another flirt w u and him getting huffy and puffy bc he hasnt marked u as his yet bc yall are waiting for the right time but hes still so so so scared that you'll fall out of love so he comes over and drags u away and u end up spending all night spoiling him and reminding him just how much u love him if u know what I mean ;) )

AW I’M SO GLAD ok and I love this so partly why his girl loves him so much is because he’s not a knuckle-dragging alpha who tries to keep you locked up at home and he hasn’t insisted on marking you the second you told each other you loved each other but at that party when an alpha pins you at the bar and keeps blocking your view of Luke with his broad shoulders and eventually it’s only your scent that alerts Luke that something’s wrong and the second he spots you he’s shoving people out of his way in his haste to get to you 

Sometimes bc he’s so relaxed and easygoing it’s easy to forget he’s like. Massive. But he looms over that other alpha and he immediately backs off and Luke’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his side as he walks you out and he even nuzzles his face into your neck when you’re in the car to make you smell a little more like him and he’s just so pissed that another alpha looked at you like that and made you feel so nervous when you’re his - you are his, right? And as soon as you get home and you’re in private you’re telling him how sorry you are and how you told that alpha you had someone and he wasn’t listening but - and Luke’s just sitting in his chair and he’s like “I’m your alpha?” all of a sudden in this clear, collected voice and you just nod and he starts to undo his belt. “Show me.”

[flannelpunkcalum]

omg thank your for doing this blurb night! 💓💓💓 could you do one along the lines of alpha!luke realizing human!reader is his mate?? thank you 💓💓💓

ajkldhfsajkf it’s my pleasure! and yeah omg like maybe Luke’s a werewolf and he’s got a nice little cabin hours away from the nearest town where he does some woodworking and lives with his pack and they make ends meet and live comfortably and he’s never once wanted to change it. It feels idlyic, you know? His kind has been hunted for centuries, but he’s got his wild urges under control and he has no more contact with humans than trips into town every week or two for groceries and to sell some pieces 

but what he didn’t expect is to fall in love at the checkout of Foodland.

She’s human. He smells that immediately after he smells mate. She’s human and she’s so fragile and she’s got this smile that outshone the fluorescent lights of the store and he couldn’t say anything, couldn’t make a single sound as his brother paid for a lot of raw hamburger and he held the bags and tried not to stare. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging (actually, he would have probably humped your leg). But after that, he can’t stay away. He finds out how fast he can run, and on full moons he can make it all the way to his sweet mate’s house and try not to howl at her window and he is smart, even in his moon-addled state. He doesn’t go feral, doesn’t call attention to his little family. Hunters are rarer than wolves, but they’re more dangerous. He doesn’t even let her see him until - until - he doesn’t know why she was stuck working so late, but she’s walking to her place and she’s so alone and a group of thugs starts following his girl and one of them grabs her and he just - he pounces. He needs to protect his mate and he does, fuck, he really does, but once the dust has settled he sees her on the ground and he doesn’t know if one of those men hurt you or if he - anyway, he whines low in his throat and picks up his bruised little mate and he does the only thing he can think of - he takes her back to his home.