𝜗ৎ When Our Stars Align [Bang Chan]
𝜗ৎ pairings: werewolf!fem!reader x werewolf!bang chan
𝜗ৎ content warnings: adult content (18+), knotting (werewolf mating), fated mates, marking / mating bites, possessive behavior, primal/mating instincts, scenting / rut-like behavior, power dynamics, touch-triggered bond, reader is mid twenties, fluff at the end
𝜗ৎ word count: 2.6k | not edited
𝜗ৎ synopsis: Reader a wolf without a mate. He’s an alpha with an empty bond. Their paths were never meant to cross, until they do. When an encounter brings her face-to-face with Chan, the powerful alpha of the neighboring pack, an undeniable pull begins to unravel the world they thought they knew. One touch is all it takes to ignite the truth: they were never strangers. They were fated.
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You were walking through the woods, mumbling to yourself about how much the one wolf in your pack was such a goddamn idiot. You had just gotten into it with him, he thinks there’s a bond there.
There isn’t, at all.
He doesn’t want to believe it, which pissed you off even more because you’re not going to settle for someone you don’t feel that bond with, why should you? The alphas, also your parents, preach about how there’s a wolf out there for everyone, and everyone has a bond, it just takes longer for some people.
You in this case.
Which is okay, your mother reminds you constantly that it’ll happen when the time is right, when the stars align, you’ll find your mate.
You come to a stop at the trail that divides your pack and the neighboring one. You look left, then right and go right. You walk along it, not on it. The trail isn’t claimed by either pack, but still, you respect it.
As you walk, you can’t help but sense that you’re being watched.
You were.
Chan stood a little ways ahead on his side, body half hidden by a tree as he crouched behind it, eyes never leaving you. Even when you look up, directly at him, his gaze doesn’t falter.
“You’re Chan, right?” You ask, slowly coming to a stop, “Don’t worry, I didn’t walk on the trail.”
“I know.” He replies, slowly standing up. You noticed that he was muscular, very built. Scars scattered evenly across the skin that wasn’t hidden by his jacket, he was shirtless underneath, “I’ve been watching you.”
Your brows raise slightly, “Oh?” A smirk toys with your lips, you knew that, “Any particular reason why?”
“Just tryna figure out who you are.”
“Y/n. Daughter of Alek and Milysa Ravena.”
“Ravena..” He repeats slowly, noting that you’re not a threat, “What are you doing out here alone?”
“I’m not alone.. I’m with you.”
He smirks, nodding once, “Ah, yeah. Guess you’re not fully wrong.” He steps out from behind the tree, “You smell angry.”
You let out a soft laugh, “You can smell me from there?”
“Kinda hard not to.”
You smelled like cinnamon and wild rain. It was spicy and sharp with something fresh underneath, enough to make his instincts snap. The angered undertone only added to it, he felt like he needed to protect you, and didn’t fully know why.
Both of you felt it, that.. pull. That feeling of wanting to be closer but not willing to risk crossing the boarder until you know for sure what exactly it is.
“Yeah.” You nod, “I know what you mean.” You could smell him from where he stood as well. He smelled like dark vanilla and musk, and it made your wolf go absolutely insane, clawing at you from the inside, pushing you closer.
“Why are you angry?” He asks, “Something happen within your pack?”
“Something like that.” You shrug, instinctively stepping closer to the edge of the trail, eyes never leaving him, “One of the wolves, he’s sure there’s a bond there, between him and I, but there’s not.”
Chan’s jaw works, the idea of another wolf, another man wanting you causes his blood to burn within him, “Ah, just because you’re the daughter of the alpha, I assume?”
You nod, huffing out a laugh, “Yeah, that is exactly what I think it is.” You roll your eyes, glancing over your shoulder and back, “I know how bonds work, ever since I could remember that’s one thing they’ve already preached about. Bonds happen naturally, they aren’t created by force, blah blah blah.”
“Naturally.” He breathes out, nodding with a flick of his brow, “Yeah, that’s what I tell my pack, too. I also tell them that there’s no timeline either. It happens when it happens.”
You nod slowly, “When the stars align.”
“Exactly.”
There’s a moment of silence, not awkward, knowing, respectful, maybe a little heated.
He breaks the silence, “So you’re out here blowing off some steam?” You nod, “Yeah, was gonna shift, run the trail but-“
“This trail?” His brows furrow, “You know this trail is dangerous right? The cliffs, the water, river runs high this time of year, you know..”
“I know.” You smirk, “I like the challenge.”
His gaze stays on you, not arguing, “Then I’m coming with you.” It wasn’t a questions. He’s already pulling his jacket off tossing it down. You watch him, eyes scanning over his bare torso, seeing his frame fully without the cover of fabric.
Your wolf is going berserk.
You blink, “I- right, okay.” You clear your throat and walk over to a boulder on your side, pulling off your sweatshirt and kicking off your shoes. When you shift, you lose your clothes, so you save what you want for when you come back to your human form.
He watches you from his side of the trail, head tilted slightly. He watches the way you move, every detail, and it makes his wolf whimper with want. His eyes scan down over your back, notice the scar on your shoulder, “How’d you get that?”
You glance back at him, standing there in your jeans and sports bra, “Oh, uh, when I was younger, a few kids and I were racing through the woods. I tripped on a branch, my wolf reflexes weren’t fully developed yet, and a rock got me good, deep. I healed fast, but didn’t heal fully right either.”
“I think it’s beautiful. Gives you stories, yeah?”
Your eyes cut to his chest again, seeing more scars, “Seems like you have a lot of’em yourself.”
He gives a half smirk, nodding as he glances down and back up, “That I do.” He motions to the trail, “Ready to run?”
A smile forms on your lips and you walk over. Your shift is seamless. Mid stride, human one second, a gorgeous grey and white wolf the next. Chan watches you in awe, major reverence, “Holy shit.” He exhales a soft awed laugh, “Look at you. You’re.. gorgeous.”
You shake out your fur, stretching instinctively as you wait for him.
His shift is even more seamless, shifting where he stands. He’s nothing like you’ve ever seen. Black fur coating his strongly built wolf frame, his eyes matching his human form, right eye brown, left eye, the one with the scar over it, blue.
You let out an appreciative whine, stepping closer without meaning to.
He holds your gaze for a second and huffs, nodding towards the trail. You turn, immediately taking off. He doesn’t outpace you, or fall behind, he keeps right along with you, running side by side.
As you round the sharp curve of the trail, he brushes up against you, and it sends a jolt of electricity through both of you.
You both stop abruptly. You stare at him, he stares at you, knowing exactly what that was.
The Mate bond.
He was your mate, and you were his.
Everything started filtering in, rather quickly at that. You walk up to him, nose nudging his and you sniff back to his neck, nuzzling into it. Your tongue comes out, licking along his fur.
You were scenting him, and he starts doing it right back.
He nuzzles info your fur, leaving his scent deep within the strands of it, whining lowly as the urge to claim you grew stronger and stronger.
You let out a low growl, but it wasn’t out of malice, it was need.
You two circle each other, wolf to wolf, bodies to bodies. You felt his warmth, he felt yours, and it didn’t feel like it was enough. His leg went over your body and pulled you into him, his massive figure curling around yours, protection, possession.
He nips your ear in a claiming way, whining as he nuzzles back into your neck, his wolf purring with the way you give into him.
Your head lifts and you start licking under his jaw, letting out a low huff as you try and push yourself closer to him, feeling the need that any little space was absolutely unnecessary right now.
You wanted one thing. Him. Your mate.
And he wanted you. His mate.
He lets out a low growl, head tilting back, he loves what you’re doing, loves that the mating instinct is taking over.
In a blink, you’re both shifted, naked, and not even a second later his lips are on yours. He groans against your mouth, hands sliding up and down your body before grabbing your wrists and pinning them a beside your head, “Let me know if I hurt you.” He mumbles as his nose drags along your jaw, breathing in your scent, “God I need you so goddamn bad.”
You answer with a whimper, head tilting which drives him even more crazy. A wolf giving access to their neck is the sacred, fully given trust to the other person.
“Fuuck.” He grinds against you, already painfully hard, “You smell like me already.” He licks over the pulse point in your neck, “Mine.”
Your hips roll forward, lips parted as the need for him becomes almost unbarable, “Chan, Chan, please.”
He groans against your skin, “You want that?” He kisses along your jaw, tongue slipping out to drag it along your skin to your mouth, “You want me, tell me, please.” His tone is slipping into being desperate, “Tell me I’m yours.”
“You’re mine.” You breathe, “Fuck, I’ve never-“ A moan cuts your words off as he ruts into you again, harder, desperate, “Ch-Chan, I never felt this way, about anyone, oh god, please.”
He growls, inhaling your scent as he drags his nose back your jaw, reaching down with one hand to push your thigh outward, his grip tight, “You’re mine.” He breathes out against the side of your neck, growling out as he thrusts his cock into you, “Mine.”
Your back arches high, chest squishing against his as you let out a gasped moan, “F-fuck, Chan!” Your head tips back, pants slipping from your lips as you feel him grind his hips against yours.
“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” His voice is almost a whine. He drag his lips along your neck, “I wanna mark you, can I-“
“Yes.” You cut him off, breathy and halfway gone, “please, Chan.” Your free hand slides over his shoulder and pull him closer, “Mark me.”
He groans against your neck, teeth grazing where your neck meets your shoulder and he pulls his hips back and slams back into you, “Fuck, not yet.” He sounds like he’s slipping with his control, “I need- I want-“ he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips getting into a rhythm, hard and slow.
Each thrusts pulls a sound out of you, your nails dig into his upper back and he groans, “That’s it, fuck, feels good, yeah?” He lifts his head, looking down at you for only a second and then his lips crash to yours, swallowing every sound you make and returning one of his own. His hand on your thigh tightens and he pulls it higher against his side, getting a deeper angle that makes you cry out with more pleasure.
Your lips part against his, panting as your body tightens around him, “I- fuck, you have me right fuckin’ there already.”
“Hold if f’me, please.” He mumbles against your mouth, “I need to be with you when you do it.” He kisses you again, deep, desperate, tongue pushing against yours, “You taste perfect.” Thrust, “you feel perfect.” Another thrust, “You are perfect.”
Your legs lock around his waist, ankle over the other and that drives him insane, “Fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl.”
His hand that’s still holding your wrist, let’s go finally, only to move to your jaw, holding your face to his so you don’t look away. Your eyes are half lidded, lips parted, sounds spilling in a constant string.
You were a mess under him, holding on so you can come together.
“Chan-“ you breathe out, arms hooking around his neck as your eyes flutter closed. They snap back open, “Chan- I-“
“Little bit longer, baby. I promise, doin’ so good f’me, hm.. taking me so fuckin’ well.” He glances down between your bodies, groaning as he watches his cock slide in and out of you, “Fuuuck, baby.” He lifts his head as he leans in, capturing your lips once again.
You moan into his mouth, body jolting as the urge to come is growing overwhelming almost. Your arms and legs tighten around him, and your head tips back, moans and whine filling the clearing.
Chan slips his arms under you, his hands holding your shoulders and his thrusts turn desperate, “C’mon baby, c’mon baby.” He growls lowly, nuzzling into your neck, “Come for me, come for me and I’ll mark you.”
That’s all it took, your body convulsed once, twice, three times under him and he bit your neck, that mate bond spot right where your neck meets shoulder. He bites deep, holding it there for a second as his knot swells inside of you, locking the two of you together.
Between the combination of your orgasm, his knot, and the bond snapping fully into place, your vision was going white and your sounds grew louder than they’ve been.
His moans are muffled by your shoulder in his mouth and he slowly releases, licking over it as his hips slows down to grind, “You took that perfect, y/n, fuck you’re mine.” He kisses the mark again, “So good, so, fucking good.” He nuzzles into your neck under your jaw, more gently this time with a soft growl.
Your legs are still locked around him, still shaking, and same with your arms around his neck. Your sounds grow quieter, and everything between you grows softer. You’re still breathing heavy, but nothing compares to what you feel for Chan right now.
His knot is still swollen inside of you, pulsing as it reaches its peak, “I never..” he starts out, words muffled against your neck. He lifts his head slowly, pressing soft kisses over your cheeks, nose, and lips as he speaks, “I never thought-“ kiss, “I’d have this-“ kiss, “with anyone.”
He kisses your lips, deep, hard, “I’m so glad it’s with you.” He kisses your other cheek, voice just above a whisper, “Never in my life, did I think I would get this lucky.”
Your hands slide down to rest on the sides of his neck, thumbs brushing over his skin, “A part of me never believed I had one.” Your voice is quiet, a soft whimper slips out as he shifts ever so slightly.
“Sorry, sorry.” He whispers as he glances down and then back to your face, “Hurts?” He reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “I know, I knew someone was out there for me..” He kisses your temple, “Can’t imagine it being anyone else but you.”
“Just.. not used to it yet.” You laugh softly, thumbs still brushing over his skin, “It’s okay.. I’m okay, more than okay actually.” Your eyes search his, taking in the features on his face, just taking in him, “My wolf loves your wolf, just so you know..”
He smiles at your words, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, “Mine loves yours, too.” He nuzzles into your neck again, pressing a kiss to the mark on your skin, “What about the woman? Does she like the man the wolf turns into?”
You slide your hand to the center of his back between his shoulder blades, “Yeah, I guess it is now safe to say that the woman, me, loves the man, you.”
He lifts his head, elbow resting in the dirt by your head and his hand lays on top of it. His eyes lock onto yours, his expression growing softer, “I love you, too.”
Your heart skips a beat, he smirks as he hears it, “Yeah, you have that effect on me, too, baby.” He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “We are going to have such a beautiful life together.”
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