Who saw that coming?
Third Person's POV The wind is knocked from Harris' lungs as his back hits the ground and his Beta hovers over him. Cyrus raised an eyebrow when aside from the wind being knocked out of Harris, he doesn't seem phased. Instead of complaining, or getting frustrated, the damn Alpha seems like his head is somewhere else, and Cyrus knows exactly where. The Beta groans as he reaches down grabs Harris' shoulders and yanks him to his feet. Harris blinks and shakes his head, trying to clear his mind and focus on his Beta who just handled him like a ragdoll. "Man, go! Go call him, go see him, or have him come here. Just do something with him so you'll stop spacing out and thinking of him all day!" Cyrus shook his head as he walked toward his bag. "I'm sorry! I just can't stop thinking about him." "What? No, I didn't even notice." Cyrus rolled his eyes as he threw his towel over his shoulder. Harris chuckled and threw his towel at Cyrus, hitting him in the back of the head. The Beta groan
Third Person's POV Instead of being disappointed, Harris was relieved when he got back to his office and found Brody gone. Harris walked to the front door and was even further relieved when Brody's car was gone. 'Is this what he planned? He said he was packing a bag... Did he not plan on staying the night? Did he plan to come here just to tell me that?' Harris supposed it didn't matter, he didn't want to face him right now. His heart ached and he wasn't sure he would be able to look at him. This gives Harris time to wrap his head around this new side of his mate. It gives him time to come to terms with the fact that they'll never be equal in the bedroom. Somehow it feels like Harris gave up more than that. It feels like he just agreed to something much bigger than the fact that he has to take it up the ass, and will never know what it feels like to be inside someone. .... The following day Harris couldn't bring himself to call Brody. He was both humiliated that he had to agree to
Third Person's POV Harris rolled over and opened his eyes. His heart skips a beat when his eyes land on his sleeping mate. Images of last night flash through his head and Harris reaches up and touches his mark. A shiver runs down the Alpha’s spine when he touches the mark Brody placed there. A mix of emotions flows through Harris as he remembers the previous night. He was hurt by the fact that Brody didn't even prep him. It was the reason after the first few thrusts, he felt extra lubricated down there, almost as if he was submissive and leaking slick. The blood mixed with the lube left quite a mess to clean up. But then Harris remembers how tender and sweet Brody was afterwards. That thought was enough to bring a smile to Harris' face. Harris hopes to experience more of that, instead of the hard side of his mate. Harris looked at Brody and loved how peaceful he looked. He trailed his fingers along the side of his face and turned his head toward him. Harris' heart beat faster
Third Person's POV Harris collapsed in the shower, panting as he tried to catch his breath. The water rained down over his body, barely washing the cum off his stomach, hands and legs. Harris couldn't count how many times he came and knotted in his own hands. It's something he's never experienced. He's never knotted before since this is his first rut. He didn't realize how uncomfortable an Alpha's rut was. From everything he's heard and read, he thought an Alpha simply became horny and his knot swelled when having sex with his mate. Harris isn't only incredibly horny, he's incredibly uncomfortable and at times it's almost painful. His body doesn't turn red or get incredibly hot like a submissive in heat, but he is hotter than normal and he's sweating. His wrist hurts, his arms are sore and his body is weak. He can't count how many times he's jacked off and forced an orgasm. The longer his rut goes on, the more Harris hates it and looks at his rut as a curse. Just when he th
Third Person's POV Harris sat at his desk with his head leaning back against his chair and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His father paced the room as Zane, Cyrus, Reid, and Michael tried to come up with a plan. "This is my fault. I should have seen this coming. I knew he was completely different over the phone. The person who showed up the night of the party wasn't the same person on the other end of the phone. I mean, it was, but it wasn't. The person who showed up was wearing a mask. "Will a rejection even work now that they are marked?" Noah asked as he looked at Harris' mark. "Yes, but it's much worse than if they weren't. It would kill an Omega or at least kill its wolf. It will permanently weaken both mates. The withdrawals will be your worst nightmare and you'd wish for death. Some people can never shift again because it weakens their wolf so much." Michael said. "It doesn't matter, he said he won't accept it," Harris spoke up, not taking his eyes off the ceiling. "I
Third Person's POV Harris lays there on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He wonders how everything went to hell so fast. Everything was going great. His pack was happy to be back home. He's known these people his whole life. He loved them, and he thought they loved him. He feels Cyrus pushing on the link for what seems like the 100th time, and he ignores it, just like he's done with everyone else. It's the night before the challenge, and he knows everyone wants to spend time with him, afraid it might be their last evening with him. But he doesn't feel like seeing anyone, and he has no appetite. He lays there in the dimly lit living room of his apartment, staring at the ceiling. He tries not to think about that preppy clean-cut face and the preppy clothes Brody wears. But no matter how much he tries not to think of Brody, he does. His chest tightens and his heart aches. His eyes sting and burn as the realization sets in that there's no way out of this. It's either him or Bro
Third Person's POV Harris' face jerks left as Brody's fist connects with it. The Alpha quickly drops down low and moves right, before popping up and swinging his fist up and under. Brody's eyes slam shut as Harris's fist slams his mouth closed and cracks his teeth. The wind is knocked out of Brody as Harris' shoulder connects with his stomach when he tackles him. The fight seemed never-ending. Both Harris and Brody were bloodied, bruised, and exhausted. Harris' family clung to every move, their bodies tense and fear consumed them. They silently prayed as hard as they could to the Moon Goddess to give Harris the strength to beat Brody. Harris lost count of how many times his fist connected with Brody's face as he sat on his chest. With his fist pulled back, Harris screamed and let his fist fall limp against Brody's chest. Tears fell from the Alpha's eyes and Brody barely had the strength to breathe. Harris grabbed Brody and shook him. "Stop it! Concede!... I don't want to kill
Third Person's POV Harris was beyond pissed that these assholes came into his territory and not only hurt his people, they killed a really good friend. As if he wasn't hurting enough from killing his mate 4 months ago, now they had to go and kill Brian's brother. Harris glances toward Brian and Jack when he hears Brian crying. He looks away as fast as he can when he sees Brian cradling his dead brother. Instead of feeling sad, rage courses through the Alpha and he finds himself wanting to slice through each of their throats. Harris looks at the redhead who is struggling in one of his warrior's arms. The bitch glares at him while growling and that only angers Harris more. Harris storms forward and firmly grips her chin, shoving her head back, and forcing the broad to look at him. "How dare you bring your fucking people into my territory an not only injure my men, you killed one too! And then you have the fucking audacity to look at me like that! I don't care if you are a she-wol