Being bitten by a person was the strangest thing in the world.
Since his childhood Milles had been taught and advised to be careful with the bite, therefore, should do when he loved the person very much. He admitted, at least, that he would focus on that only when he was an adult and responsible. Until he get there, he would allow himself to have fun with the girls to have more experience and not have a merely boring marriage.
At least in bed.
However, he would never imagine that the moment he would bite someone would end up that way.
With him being bitten.
For a gay omega.
Someone that he hated.
And to improve his self-flagellation, the guy who seemed to be his soul mate.
It was the perfect combo for the ruin of Milles Mckenzie.
His shoulder had hurt all night since he had been bitten. Only a compress with hot water relieved the pain, and he still felt uncomfortable. Since that fateful night Milles had to be extremely discreet at home. Instead of using the front door, he had to climb a tree to get to his balcony, otherwise they would feel the smell of Nicolas impregnated in him.
He had avoided eating at the table with his family members, stating that he needed concentration to study for the entrance exam. Which was a big lie that everybody knew about, but parents always had hope to hold on to.
At school, he had tried to stay as far away from the captain as possible, which was a difficult task. His scent seemed to stand out among the others, ensuring he was the first person to know of his arrival. His eyes sought the short figure, to keep close.
Only, holy shit, the person who bit him was just Nicolas. The short-tempered little man who seemed to have fun making people's lives hell.
Soon he.
To his wave of complaints, Nicolas seemed to have no idea what he had done that night. He had acted as he always did, ignoring his existence when in public and provoking him when alone. It was as if nothing had happened, acting fully while Milles himself had to deal with the intense desire to be close to him.
Because that's what his instincts and the damn bite wanted him to do. Stay close. Dominate him.
But pride screamed. He was the one being dominated.
The internal conflict of Milles was so stunning, that he had slept badly the following nights. He would turn around in bed thinking of some way out of that deplorable situation. He had searched the internet, read magazines, tried to seek help in books, but nothing seemed to say the opposite of "connect to your pair".
He didn't want to.
He didn't want to connect to Nicolas.
No fucking way.
When that little bastard started a fight with the boys of the volleyball team, Milles was unable to act immediately. He felt the pleasure that the omega was having. It was the level of connection that they had from now on. The alpha would feel everything. Even his body had reacted instinctively to protect him, as if absolutely no one could touch his omega.
That Thursday afternoon, Milles was completely tired. His training was ridiculously awful, unable to concentrate from being so sleepy he found himself. The coach had already scolded him several times, but he didn't even listen.
All he could think about was killing a certain short omega that destroyed his life.
― Are you ill by chance? ― Gabriel asked as they rested from training.
Milles sighed heavy as he threw himself on the floor and leaned against the wall of the gym wiping sweat with a towel.
― Fight it out here ― whispered pointing to the bandage on your shoulder ― It's more complicated than you think.
― I wanted to ask you about it, but you don't seem very comfortable talking.
— It's not about being comfortable. I don't get it either. ― Making a grimace, Milles messed up angry hair, turning to his best friend ― It's a crazy thing.
― I'm all ears.
It was the gap that Milles needed to shoot his vent.
— Although I do not want, and I really do not want, to be glued to the ass of this unfortunate, this does not leave. If he gets angry, I feel. If he's happy, I feel. If he wants to be fucked, I'll probably feel it and I'll apply to fuck him.
Gabriel widened his eyes to his friend, suppressing laughter with a discreet cough.
― Okay... So the bite makes you want to do things you don't usually like.
― If it was just our dispute it would be another five hundred. That's a low blow. And he still has the nerve to pretend he doesn't remember anything.
― Theo said he doesn't really remember.
— My ass! ― Shouted the alpha, calling the attention of others. Gabriel had made a gesture not to worry, and soon Milles had continued, this time softer ― I've been craving him ever since I was bitten, Biel. I want that damn omega four for me in a bed. I'm going crazy because I'm trying to repress it.
― Since you said you would not stand on all fours for him. ― Gabriel remembered.
― Exact!
Gabriel had agreed with his head by delivering a bar of grain to Milles, who had accepted it by opening it loudly and biting it in anger.
― Going against your instincts, then, is leaving you in that state?
— Not only that. When I'm playing, if I focus on the ball, it's like my instincts are cursing me to protect him. ― Milles sighed as he chewed, watching the confusion in his friend's eyes. ― When I realize, I'm protecting him with my smell.
― Are you kidding?
― I wanted to. It wastes my energy, because he does not stop quietly on the court. Always jumping and being fierce... Argh!
― Why the hell would your instincts protect him? I mean... Nicolas always uses those stickers, I understand.
— He hasn't worn it since he bit me. I smell him from afar, I know when he's around. This is what makes a connection, despite being incomplete. ― Finishing eating the bar, Milles had extended his hand to Gabriel. The alpha arched his eyebrow as if misunderstood, but his best friend seemed to know he had another in his backpack. Rolling his eyes, Gabriel delivered the other bar to Milles. ― I don't want anyone to smell it. It's too good, too attractive. Just thinking that other alphas can smell him and come at the captain... I go crazy. It's like no one can touch him. Just me.
― But neither do you want to touch him.
― Now you know why I'm in this beautiful and wonderful state. But enough about me, I want to know about you. How was the fuck last night?
Immediately Gabriel's eyes bulged and he still spit the water he drank, choking having a cough fit soon after. Milles had opened a sneaky smile when he realized he had hit a point.
― How do you know that?
― His smell is impregnated in you.
― Can others feel that?
― I'm sensitive, thanks to the devil's fart. So what happened?
Gabriel hugged his knees facing Theodore talking to Nicolas and the coach. He sighed briefly before confided in what had happened the night before after talking to the lover, not hiding about Sadie's affair.
Milles wasn't even surprised that his younger sister meddled in the matter, despite being advised not to. Her stubbornness was impressive, if not slow. It was as clear as day that Gabriel liked Theodore.
Well, even he had been blind if it wasn't for his own confusion with the captain. Since that Sunday things have been crystal clear as water.
― And what did you think? Enjoyed? Wanted to do something else him?
— It would be a lie to say no. I kind of lost control, you know? That thing you said about the captain's smell... I understand you, because at the time Theodore released a smell that.. Fuck, how good it was.
― Makes you want to fuck right there, doesn't it?
— Yes, although I do not say those words. ― Laugh Gabriel. ― It is simply uncontrollable. His voice calling me, each reaction seems to add to make everything even more intense. But I didn't want it to end right there. He deserves something more... appropriate.
― He's not a virgin, Biel.
A growl had escaped from the lips of the brunette.
― I will erase any memory he has with your cousin. And stop mentioning him. Theodore is with me now.
Milles had raised his hands in surrender, still chewing the cereal bar.
― But things are not easy now, from what you told me. It seems that little Theo is expecting an attitude from you.
― I told your sister I'm not into her. What else can I do?
Gabriel seemed to be in some dilemma unknown to Milles. And all he could do was give him some mysterious advice, since there were limits. Stroking his shoulders, the alpha smiled at his friend.
— Theodore's getting popular, and the guys know he's omega. If you keep stalling, no matter how much he likes you, he can get tired and choose someone else. Someone who wants to hold his hand and go against the tide. If you want to be with Theodore, take his hand and take over.
― Are you really giving me this advice?
― Do it before some asshole bites him. That's my advice.
Patting Gabriel on the back, Milles stood up to return to training. It was much easier to listen to the problems of others to give advice, than to take advice and try to face up to the problems themselves.