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Upon his return to New Haven following a search excursion Danilo had a process to unwind that was not to be disrupted under any circumstances: liquor, pussy, then alone time with Beast in his trailer. Each step was crucial, even more so given the messy disaster he returned to, but that first drink was sacred. Not even hell could match the fury that’d be unleashed on anyone who got in his way because this ritual started outside of the town. Once his missions were done, Danilo always took the time to hunt as a way to work out the more primal urges. The predation his job required caused flare-ups of his base nature. The taste of blood was fresh on his tongue and the feeling of prey between his jaws kept his claws in extension by the time he got to his usual dive in New Haven.

It was the same upon this return as it had been or all the others, so no one should’ve felt bad for the ignorant bitch on the receiving end of his foul mood that night. He had the whiny omega’s head pinned to the bar, fangs elongated from his snarl and claws threatening to break flesh. It certainly was a bad look for an Alpha to have his hands on an omega like that, but the lack of white knights jumping to intervene proved that most understood Danilo’s violence knew no bounds. “I don’t give a fuck about your cub. Raise him strong and maybe I’ll care shift for brains. Until then, fuck off before I decide to treat Beast with your tongue.” The second part of Danilo’s ritual is what gets him in trouble, resulting in more cubs around New Haven than he can be bothered to care for. He’ll never understand why some omegas think taking his knot and bearing his children makes them special, but the one he’s growling at desperately needed to be reminded of his place in Danilo's life. The child in question too. With a roar, Danilo tosses his ex cum receptacle away, sitting down once more to enjoy his drink, claws still out and eyes glowing bright crimson. “I swear, some of these townies are so fucking stupid. Don’t offer me a damn thing and still what the moon and the stars. Little bitch was lucky I’m such a reasonable guy,” he tosses out.

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Upon his return to New Haven following a search excursion Danilo had a process to unwind that was not to be disrupted under any circumstances: liquor, pussy, then alone time with Beast in his trailer. Each step was important, but that first drink was sacred. Not even hell could match the fury that’d be unleashed on anyone who got in his way because this ritual was one that started outside of the town. Once his missions were done, Danilo always took the time to hunt as a way to work out the more primal urges the predation his job required caused to flare up. The taste of blood was fresh on his tongue and the feeling of a life-ending still made his claws itch by the time he got to a bar in town. It was the same upon this return as it had been or all the others, so no one should’ve felt bad for the ignorant bitch on the receiving end of his foul mood that night. He had the whiny omega’s head pinned to the bar, fangs elongated from his snarl and claws threatening to break flesh. It certainly was a bad look for an alpha to have his hands on an omega like this, but the lack of white knights jumping p to intervene proved that most understood Danilo’s violence knew no bounds. “I don’t give a fuck about your cub. Raise him strong and maybe I’ll care shift for brains. Until then, fuck off before I decide tour tongue will make a good treat for Beast.” The second part of Danilo’s ritual is what gets him in trouble, resulting in more cubs around New Haven than he can be bothered to care for. He’ll never understand why some omegas think taking his knot and bearing his children makes them special, but the one he’s growling at was in despite need of learning their place to him. The child in question too. With a roar, Danilo tosses his ex cum receptacle away, sitting down once more to enjoy his drink, claws still out and eyes glowing bright crimson. “I swear, some of these townies are so fucking stupid. Don’t offer me a damn thing and still what the moon and the stars. Little bitch was lucky I’m such a reasonable guy,” he tosses out.