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For as long as he could remember, Kyuhyun had rarely felt nervous.
Pressured? Yes. Anxious because of the expectations placed on him from an early age? Also yes.
But nervous? Never.
An Alpha like him couldn’t afford to be nervous—an Alpha born to one day become the pack leader had no room for weakness. Kyuhyun knew that if he let his emotions slip out of control, it would be the end of him. Too many eyes were watching, waiting for any mistake, anything to criticize, anything to bring him down. He would never let them see it—never let them wonder.
Kyuhyun was strong, because he had to be.
So it said a lot that, standing in front of his future mate—his mate—he was nervous.
In retrospect, Yesung had always been the only one who could make him feel that way.
He remembered as clearly as the sun shines the first time he saw the fierce little omega, punching down an Alpha who had been mean to him. He didn’t know why, even all those years later, but he remembered those sharp eyes turning away from the fallen Alpha and landing on him—just as sharp, just as tense. Ready to take on any Alpha, no matter who Kyuhyun was, no matter how strong he looked.
Kyuhyun fell instantly.
He knew he wanted a strong mate like him. He wanted to know him, to have him by his side when he became the pack Alpha.
Courting Yesung had been a challenge. The omega was guarded and didn’t believe Kyuhyun was really interested. But if there was one thing his upbringing had taught him, it was patience. He could wait.
And now, years later, after a long but successful courtship, the moment had finally come.
The biting.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You… you don't want it anymore?"
Kyuhyun snapped out of it, his gaze lifting from his future mate’s exposed neck to meet his eyes. Kyuhyun’s expression softened. He wasn’t the only one who was nervous.
He took Yesung’s small fingers gently in his own, then slowly leaned closer to his neck.
“Never,” he murmured against his skin. He smirked as he felt his mate’s goosebumps rise under his lips.
His amusement didn’t last long. Yesung tilted his neck further toward him, revealing the perfect spot to bite. Kyuhyun could feel his instincts surging, his pupils dilating, a growl threatening to rise.
He was proud of his self-control—he seldom let his instincts win. But with his sweet little mate, it was never easy.
And again, just like that day they met, Yesung locked eyes with him, fierce and determined, and said the words that made him snap.
"Then just do it."
And Kyuhyun could never say no to him.
Suddenly, there was no gentleness left. He felt Yesung tense against his chest, ready. And knowing that only made him more impatient.
Without waiting any longer, he lunged forward and bit him.
He barely registered Yesung's gasp through the haze of instinct. All he could feel was Yesung becoming his—his scent, his blood, his body. Kyuhyun bit deeper, and deeper, until he was sure the mark was visible enough, until he was sure anyone who glanced at Yesung would know: he was mated. Until he was sure no one would dare look at his mate with desire.
His.
His.
Mine.
It was a drug. He’d been warned biting a mate felt like the most potent drug—but he’d never believed it. Yesung had already been his in his heart from the first moment they met.
But this—this was beyond anything he’d imagined. The craving to make sure no one else could touch him, the need to be known as his—only his—made him growl again and bite even deeper.
He could have stayed there for hours, to make sure the mark was perfect, if Yesung hadn’t gently tapped his back and whispered, “It’s good. The bite is done.”
“I’m yours, Kkuru. Don’t you want me to make you mine as well?”
It sent a shiver down his spine.
Being Yesung’s was just as crucial as Yesung being his.
Not all omegas bit their partners. As the future pack Alpha, it was even frowned upon. His father had warned him not to go through with it. Choosing Yesung as a mate had already caused murmurs—being bitten as well? That would look weak.
But this—this was the one thing Kyuhyun would fight for. He wanted to feel his mate’s mark every time he ran through the forest, every time he left for days or weeks. He wanted to feel the tingling echo of his mate’s teeth, so close to the place that could take his life.
So he let it happen.
The feeling of looking at his omega—his omega—with that bloody, permanent mark was like no other. The possessiveness it sparked in him was almost overwhelming.
He wanted to bite again.
But then his omega chuckled and brought him back.
"You look like a dog forced to let go of his bone."
Kyuhyun should have felt offended. But the sight of his smiling mate, bloodied from his bite, happy and smelling like him, calmed him. He smirked.
"The dog is waiting for his owner’s collar."
He bared his neck to his omega, chuckling at the blush blooming on Yesung’s cheeks.
"Come on, Hyung. I’m waiting~"
Yesung looked at his neck, still blushing, but with a rare intensity in his eyes. Kyuhyun’s stomach fluttered with anticipation.
He closed his eyes, expecting pain—but at first, he felt only lips against his throat, soft and wet, prepping the spot with care.
Then arms around his waist. A warm cheek against his skin. Hair tickling his neck. Yesung’s breath, hot and steady.
And then—finally—the bite.
It was gentle, then sharp. And suddenly, Kyuhyun could smell Yesung’s coffee-sweet scent in a way he never had before. It was everywhere, inside and outside of him. It felt like Yesung wasn’t just beside him anymore—he was within him—a part of his soul.
Kyuhyun didn’t understand how any Alpha could refuse this.
When Yesung pulled away, Kyuhyun opened his eyes and immediately pulled him back into his arms.
There was blood on his mate’s lips—his blood. Yesung’s eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed.
He was perfect. He was beautiful.
And he was his.