Pravat is struggling to control his senses as he watches Kasem being taken away by securities. His face and ears are still burning with anger. If those securities hadn't intervened, he would have killed him. The image of Tiwa with another alpha is burned into his mind, and he can't shake it. The thought of being late in finding Tiwa is unbearable to him.
His emotions spiral out of control as he growls and moves toward the door, only to be stopped by a small, lithe figure wrapping their arms around him from behind. The rage in his vision begins to clear, bringing him back to a sense of control. He swallows hard, breathing through the sudden release of tension in his chest as he turns to hold the shivering omega in his embrace.
Tiwa cries his heart out, babbling something under his breath while clinging to Pravat. Seeing Tiwa in such a vulnerable state breaks Pravat's heart, making him realize that Tiwa will go hyperventilating if he doesn't calm down. Lacking the strength to handle that, Pravat releases his pheromones to spread around Tiwa and stabilize his breathing.
Tiwa hiccups, pulling away and staring at Pravat with tear-filled eyes. Unsaid emotions dance over there and beg to take him away because he's scared of facing the world on his own. Tears run down his cheeks like a stream; he wails and shivers to his core. "He found out… I'm an o-omega."
Pravat is not surprised because he already expects it. No one would be bothered if the expected thing happened. Especially an alpha. An alpha thinks a step ahead if he wants to carry his mate's burden. Here, Pravat is a purebred alpha, so there is no difference. He believes in his strengths and qualities rather than calculating his enemies' weaknesses.
He sighs, reaching his hands out and pulling the jacket tightly around Tiwa. Placing his hands on Tiwa's shoulders, he squeezes them gently. "Shh, I'm here for you," he reassures him, trying to shush him when Tiwa seems to wail again.
Spilling fresh tears, Tiwa throws himself at Pravat and clutches the shirt while bawling his heart out. It doesn't come easily, so eventually he breathes again, only for his lungs to catch the alpha's musk scent that drives his life around to calm him.
When Pravat feels Tiwa calm a little, he pulls him away and wipes his eyes. Tiwa's now wet eyelashes flutter open, and his hurt, light brown eyes meet Pravat's walnut-brown ones with unsaid faith and admiration.
Pravat smiles because he has prayed about this for several years. His eyes travel to Tiwa's pouty lips, which are red and wet from being constantly bitten. It is insane how one can look so beautiful even after going through hell. Even with the sadness on his face and tear-stained cheeks, Tiwa looks beautiful.
Pravat finds himself moving into Tiwa's personal space, his legs acting before his mind can catch up. He kisses Tiwa on the lips, a quick yet passionate one that reminds him of their first time together, which he has dreamed of every day and night. Just like before, Tiwa does not push him away. The alpha doesn't give him a chance, in and out, maybe even before the omega realizes he's being kissed.
It takes Tiwa a few seconds before he's taken aback, his chest heaving at the passionate kiss. His head is swimming. He can feel their chemistry is unreal, so not wanting to block it anymore, he slides his hands to the back of Pravat's head, fingers clenching, holding tight, and kisses him back. His lips on Pravat's feel just right, and he wonders if it is real.
The sparks run through their veins and give life to each cell, bringing back what they have felt for each other. It's like they are running in circles and reliving their childhood days. They pull back and stare at each other. No words. Just their breathing and their warmth between each other. Their eyes are drier but look uncertain, the future looming ahead of them like a mist they can't see through.
Pravat brushes Tiwa's hair back from the face and gently traces along the jaw with his fingers, taking in the sight of the man he loves more than life itself. Smiling softly, he leans down and kisses Tiwa's wet cheeks one at a time before kissing his lips again. It is fast, hard, and amazing. It is both the second-best moment of his life and the worst.
Not long after the kiss has started, a familiar voice growls and makes the whole building tremble. "What the fuck?!"
Pravat opens his eyes and glares at the animalistic Jaran over Tiwa's shoulder for interrupting their beautiful moment once again, just like before. He can forgive his baby deer for everything; all he needs is a little sign that Tiwa feels the same way, but he will never forgive Jaran for what the other alpha has done to him. Because of Jaran, he was forced to leave his city and go to the Alpha Reformatory Organization, where he lost all his freedom and happiness.
Each minute was hell for him there. He felt like a caged bird that stalked down its narrow cage; its wings were clipped, and its feet were tied, so it could long for freedom. That was the first time he had learned about longing in his life. He was often tortured in the name of therapy, which made him sick. Feeling like he was turning crazy, he lashed out at others. Consequently, he was locked in a small room. He attempted to escape numerous times, experiencing frustration, until he understood it was futile. Instead of wasting his energy, he began storing it up and building his strength, waiting for the right opportunity.
Here, the moment occurs. He and Tiwa break off their kiss because the omega is yanked by the shirt and shoved back by Jaran. "How could you do that?!" The grumpy alpha screams at his little brother.
"Look! Don't yell at him!" Pravat yells, defending Tiwa, because that's what he needs to do if he wants Jaran's rage to turn toward him. "He didn't kiss me! I kissed him, okay?" He shares a look at Tiwa. The omega looks ready to argue, but Pravat shakes his head to shut him off.
Jaran turns his attention back to Pravat, clearly fuming. He grabs him by the shirt and shoves him into the wall because he never turns down an excuse to punch Pravat in the face. This time, Pravat doesn't step back; instead, he uses some tricks. Jaran's hands find Pravat's arms, holding on tightly, barely noticing that their roles have been reversed. Now it is Jaran up against the wall that Pravat has pushed him over to.