Syri watched the big, broad man leave before turning to Jae who was still scanning the fields.
"Syri." Jae's voice sent tingles down Syri's spine even though it was soft. The zeta looked up at the true blood and waited for him to continue. "I am going to call Ajax, and I am going to have to use my alpha's voice. Will you be alright?" By this time, Jae had turned to face Syri. His expression was serious as he awaited the zeta's answer.
"I'll be okay. Jisue is the only alpha who has been able to affect me, and I think that is because he's my mate." Syri trailed off at the end of his sentence, barely whispering the last two words. "I've read that zetas are only affected by their mate's voice."
"Are you certain? I'm a true blood. I've never used my voice around you when you were conscious. I don't want to hurt you."
Syri thought for a few moments before answering, "You may affect me as you set my mark, so you may want to support me just so I don't collapse. Also, it may be good to find out whether your voice will affect me or not now rather than later." The zeta added a smile as he said this to make it sound not as critical.
The true blood pondered for a few seconds before agreeing, "Okay. If you don't feel well, let me know immediately."
Syri nodded in response as the prince looked towards the fields. Syri followed the true blood's gaze to the fields and got lost in the grass flowing elegantly in the wind, so he did not notice the true blood step close to him until he felt Jae's hand wrap around his waist. Heat rushed to the zeta's cheeks as Jae's grip around his waist tightened, and he was pulled into the true blood so they were flushed against each other. Syri swallowed before slowly looking up only to be met with Hyuk's golden eyes. The zeta's heart fluttered at the prince. He was absolutely stunning. The wind ruffled the hair on his forehead gently, and his golden eyes were looking into the zeta deeply.
Hyuk closed his eyes and brought his head down to press it against Syri's forehead. The moment Hyuk pressed his head against the zeta's, Syri's world felt so calm. A sense of security spread through the pink-haired male as the prince held him. Hyuk soon brought his head back up and turned to the fields. Opening his golden eyes, the prince let out his call. It began as a rumble in his chest. Syri's ears perked as he heard the birth of the call, and he closed his eyes as he felt it whilst leaning into the true blood.
The call then spread to the prince's throat before resonating throughout the fields. Syri felt the prince's voice reverberate through his body, and he instinctively bowed his head. The zeta's heart began to speed as memories of the forceful submission flooded his mind.
'Calm down, Syri. This isn't like that. Jae would never hurt us.' Aska's words echoed in Syri's head as the zeta began to succumb to the trauma. Aksa's words calmed Syri, and his heart slowed to its regular pace.
'You're right, Aska. Jae is not like Jisue.' Syri relaxed his body and enjoyed feeling Jae's call resonate through him.
Hyuk strengthened the call after a moment and extended the reach of his summon. Syri's chest began to grow warm, and his knees began to feel weak. The prince sensed Syri's knees beginning to give out, so he tightened his grasp around the zeta. The heat rose to Syri's head, and he became light-headed. Syri remained surprisingly calm. Submitting to Jae did not hurt, nor was it terrifying; it felt quite good. It was as if the zeta was swooning.
The sound and feel of Jae's call created the urge to hum in the zeta. Syri did not know why, but he wanted to release his voice and make it intertwine with Jae's. He wanted his voice to be heard alongside the true blood's. So, without even realizing it, Syri began to hum.
The sweet melody of Syri's voice reached Jae's ears within the first second, and his heart hummed with joy. An unexplainable happiness entered Jae's soul. Syri was accompanying his call!
A 'duet' was usually performed between two mates as a sign of unification as well as to strengthen bonds between mates, families, and packs. They could also be performed to signify peace and alliance between packs.
The prince continued his call, elated that Syri was accompanying him. By the time the call concluded, Syri was resting his head on the true blood's chest, and his eyes were closed in contentment. The true blood looked down at the zeta in his arms and resisted the urge to kiss his head. It was not until Syri opened his eyes and looked up at the prince with deep longing that Jae contemplated throwing caution to the wind and kissing Syri passionately. And with the way Syri was gazing up at the prince, who could blame him?