"What the hell?! Hey-" The doctor tried to interfere but was stopped by Frank.
"Don't interfere between them."
Zale increases the pressure cutting Soren's wind, making it impossible for him to breathe. Seeing Soren in pain for what he's done, Zale increased the pressure more out of satisfaction. Soren's getting what he deserved.
After a few seconds when Soren's face started to turn white Zale let go of him making him stumble backwards and left. Frank comes running and helps him stand up while everyone silently watches the drama.
"I-I'm fine uncle Frank." Soren meekly let out, rubbing his aching and bruised neck. Tomas also gets out of his hiding spot. Soren was the one who asked him for help and invited him. However, he didn't know that things would take a drastic turn.
"Are you fine, Soren?" Tomas asked nervously.
Soren nods in agony. "I'm fine. Uncle Frank, Please take Tomas to his home and thank you all for your efforts. Please show Mr. Avalon the guest room as well."
Soren instructed before chasing Zale upstairs. It is not right to leave a raging wolf alone.
Zale splashed water on his face. Probably trying to wash away the hurt expressions as he wished to wash away Soren's deception as well.
Zale has long accepted that he is different from everyone else, that he is not normal, and that he is harmful to others. However, as long as he is near Soren, he is fine. Soren was his only medicine, his only cure.
So, why does Soren keep inviting the doctors with his father? When all he needed was Soren.
He looked into the mirror and stared into his bloodshot eyes, his lips trembling in fear. The painful flashbacks of his childhood keep on repeating like a movie. He felt pain, an immense and indescribable pain. His chest tightens and his whole body aches.
But why is he feeling deceived when he already knows that Soren was only with him to help and take care of him? He, himself, treated Soren nicely because of his scent so why is he upset now?
'That's because he's your pet who should always be loyal to their owner.' Zale flinched at the sudden voice. He darted his eyes to the mirror and looked in horror at his replica. This replica looks exactly like him yet so different, it has a more lively and vigorous complexion, it has a stupid smile, and its face has more sparks.
However, one thing that both have exactly the same was the same green hazel dead eyes which appeared like their life had been snatched out of them long ago.
'Soren is just like your father, he's no different from them. He will hurt you and leave you in pain,' The replica Zale exclaims, his destructive words threatening Zale.
"No!! You're fucking lying! He's the only one who's never given up on me. He'll never leave me!" Zale yells furiously, and the reflection laughs.
'Why are you getting angry at me? Didn't you already see downstairs what he did? He thinks you're a freak who can't tell the difference between fake and reality, he thinks you're abnormal. He hides that nasty omega just to mock you. He's making fun of your vulnerabilities.'
Every word was a sharp needle stabbing his heart. Frustrating tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't control them, he couldn't control anything, everything was just falling apart.
"W-What should I do?"
'No need to do anything, just do what you always have been doing. Make him only care about you, make him sympathise with you, manipulate his emotions towards you,' The replica provoked.
"How?"
"You know better." The Zale in the mirror wickedly smiles, tilting his face as he whispers the words again. "You.know.better."
Zale frowned in confusion, trying to understand and take in the words. And as if, something possessed Zale. He reciprocates the same expression, he feels a current passing through his whole body making him tightly grip the sink.
"Zale! Open the door!" He heard Soren. And he smiles.
Suddenly, he slammed his fist into the mirror with full force breaking it. Pieces of glasses started to fall down one after one, as well as the trails of blood flowing.
"Zale?!!" He heard Soren again, the panic was visible in his voice which made his smile evil and more big. "What was that noise just now?! Are you alright? Open the door please!!"
Hearing his worried voice, Zale closed his eyes as if Soren's tensed voice was music to his ears.
He took a deep breath as the smell of his own blood assaulted his senses like a strong drug, it's addictive but it was nothing compared to Soren's. Nothing could compete with Soren's intoxicating scent for Zale.
He smirked as he looked down at the shattered pieces, as if he had just devised a cunning plan.
Zale took a broken glass in his injured hand, blood still dripping from it. He picked it up, placed its pointed edge on his right cheek, and closed his eyes while hearing Soren scream. To him, the new sensation and feeling of excitement were thrilling but not new.
Zale makes a cut on his cheek and slides the glass down from his jaw to his neck. The nonstop trails of blood continue flowing down his neck and chest, wetting his shirt.
At this point, Soren has successfully broken through the doors. He dashed to the bathroom, but the scene in front of his eyes halted his steps and left him frozen on the spot. His eyes widened in pure shock and horror.
Zale opened his eyes and turned back, his amusement tenfold at the terrified face of Soren. This was what he wanted, for Soren to always come running after him, so worried and concerned that he even broke the doors.
This feeling was stronger than any conscience, if his messed-up mind and abnormality could bring Soren to him then he doesn't want to be sane.
"Z-Zale," Soren called out, his voice so low. He couldn't comprehend anything. He was scared to death after seeing all the blood on the floor and on Zale.
In an instant, the smirk was removed and a miserable expression was plastered instead, on Zale's face. He let go of the glass which fell and scattered into more pieces.
Unconscious warm tears dribble down his cheek, mingling with the cold blood. His legs wobbled and he lost his balance, but Soren sprinted ahead of him and caught him in his arms. They both slid on the ground as Soren effortlessly took Zale's entire weight on himself. To inhale the scent, Zale buried his injured face into Soren's neck, staining his neck and clothes in the process.
Soren couldn't understand anything, so he just hugged him tightly.
With the pressure of Soren's grip on him, Zale breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was safe, with no more hunting flashbacks.
He smirked evilly as he rubbed his face against Soren's neck.