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“The alpha set the mug down in front of Max, and took his own bowl when Isaac offered it. Max stared at the steaming mug a moment too long—it was blue with white speckles, a chip in the handle—before he forced his eyes back down to his folded hands. As tests went, this one was obvious.“
A continuation of “Seeking Shelter” by sphagnum, opening from Max’s first morning with the pack, because be the sequel you want to see in the world.
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The leader stepped forward, and the betas flanking him moved further out to the side to keep a clear line of fire on Max without impeding the alpha’s progress. The alpha’s nostrils flared and his advancing steps stuttered, pausing and then resuming twice as fast. Max felt a sick little swoop in his belly, grim satisfaction that his plan was working mixed with an awareness of what that would mean for him later. Guns down, gentlemen. Oscar protocol.
The betas lowered their rifles instantly, pointing them at the ground in front of Max instead of his chest. Max took a deeper breath in, his tension easing a bit as he moved past the part of the plan where he might just get shot dead before he had a chance to try to bargain. It had always been a risk; it had just seemed like a better death than slow starvation.
The alpha stepped closer, looking him over. He was a big man, but also quiet, light on his feet. Max tipped his chin up. It was a gesture of submission, and it showed that his neck was bare. No bonding bites, no competing claims. The added vulnerability made him tremble a little harder, but it was worth it for the way the alpha zeroed in on his throat.
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"The smell came back to him first. The sour scents of sweat and grime. The desperation and fear stinking up their prison, sinking into his clothes and digging into his flesh. Then, the sounds. A soft, muffled sobbing came from an omega lying next to him. The exhausted breaths of people waiting to die. The senses built on top of each other, layer by layer, stimuli by stimuli, until Max was back in that shipping container. Pressed up against that same door. Waiting to be fucked so that he would be fed."
You've heard of being the sequel you want to see in the world; now introducing being the sequel to the sequel you want to see in the world. A continuation of "Finding Solace" by Ocean_Adjacent, which is a continuation of "Seeking Shelter" by sphagnum. Focused on the second and third morning Max spends with his new pack.
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