Capítulo 60: Beginning of Chapter 20
Valentino
Rue's shock burned, made everything seem louder. The whirr of a rotating fan, the rush of hidden running water, the rumble from the cinema—bass booming, voices screaming. The wet scent of his own arousal, sticky like molasses, dribbling from his cock that throbbed with the beat of his heart. But it was wilting, bound to the energy of the room, the feelings of his soulmate, to the hierarchy of his true pack Alpha.
And Rue was livid.
He could see it—the scorching burden of it, the trembling rage in shaking pupils. The disappointment again, awful and stinking upon his skin. It weighed down hard upon his chest, fingers around his lungs. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. It felt as if he were cheating.
The ache to blame someone for everything bubbled up to his tongue, but the taste of his mates' blood was a stopper to those words. Altair had been the first one to initiate; but they were at fault for accepting it all. It was Valentino's fault for reaching his hands into the pucker of Halcyon's rim, and to fuck his cock in a warm, sloppy hole for the quick release that wasn't Rue. His heart hammered in his chest, cock now completely limp from the startling rush of his soulmate standing before him with round, wide eyes of utter betrayal.
All that effort to make Rue like him was gone within seconds.
His eros screamed. Rampage was already there, already waiting to burst free in his body—but he didn't want it to, didn't want to stay stuck in the colour of Rue's eyes. The translucent glow of sweet, sweet honey. The first rays of dawn, the drift of it mellow on his skin. He didn't want to stay in eyes that mirrored his lies.
"Rue…" Halcyon whimpered again, baby soft pleading. He was softer around the shorter Alpha, submission colouring his blood the moment Rue entered his life. Outside of this Halcyon was the one that wanted to fuck Altair raw, snapped at his mates, did everything he fucking wanted as one of the strongest of them all. But with Rue, he was putty, he was meek.
Rue was silent, quiet, and the sharpness of that was unnerving. Because Valentino knew he'd broken something then, something he'd struggled to achieve. Something Halcyon had struggled to get. Trust, he'd gotten that minutes before. The moment when Rue didn't mind if he was there, when he smiled at him like the world was all good.
It was as if they were back at Astro High, when Valentino didn't need to think. When it was just him and his adorable tutor. And it was just afternoons of his head propped on his arm, staring at the biggest crush he'd ever had in his life—Rue. A time when Valentino teased, jested and flirted, and there was always a nice shade of pink on Rue's cheek. No bulging cock, but at least Rue's ears were red, and at least his pupils dilated when Valentino got a bit too close.
It was all gone now. His pupils were fucking tiny, and the decay in Rue's scent seemed worse.
And it was Altair's fault. Altair who'd stomped to the bathroom, half close to Rampage, needing to fuck so bad he'd called on Halcyon through bond. It was something that an aphrodite could do their mates—an angry stuff of energy into Halcyon's asshole—a butt plug of revenge.
And Halcyon had startled, stood straight when the vibrations kicked in on his prostate. He'd cum too hard in Rue's presence, would have squirted all over the seats. So, like a little lost lamb, he'd followed Altair to the bathroom, had his guts rearranged, his body trembling to the abuse of Altair's rage. Thighs strained, sweat dripping, the red-hot tip of Altair's cock pressed against his tonsils. His pretty rim pulsing against too many tentacles, struggling to hold their wanton, squirming thickness.
Jealousy had made their bond rocket and burn so hard, Valentino was sure his other mates could feel it too. The itch on his back where the ghost of his tentacles began. The sharing of pleasure vibrating through their mating bond. Altair was jealous of Halcyon's hold on Rue, jealous of Rue's hold on their souls, jealous of Rue's station—potentially right beside Dante as pack Alpha and always in control.
Valentino knew what his aphrodite truly wanted. Altair wanted Rue to be his own, to stand below him as a mate he could control. But Rue couldn't be controlled, and it was the first time Altair wanted something so much but couldn't obtain it quickly. Even Valentino had succumbed to his whims within hours.
Valentino had merely joined in the fun because, well, the good news had to be shared. He was bursting to declare it. That Rue was all theirs if they played their cards right. And he was idiot horny, brain fucked as if Rue had just proclaimed that he was in love with Valentino and would allow Valentino to take his virginity.
And with that knowledge, there had been a begging need to fuck something that could be an excellent substitute for Rue. He'd slammed his lips to Halcyon's, had clawed at his zipper, had pulled his cock free—slapping hard and angry against his belly. The glorious fiction of his cock twitching beside Altair's deep and buried to the hilt inside of Halcyon's rim had been too fucking good. They'd been driven by that lust, by that need for Rue.
And he believed it would be a fast fuck. They'd done it before—jeans puddling, two cocks in his ass, another in his mouth. In between a piss break before they'd met the governors of the planets and declared monster hive extermination to be a galaxy priority. That the seven future-emperors would pull their weight as S-rank Espers, that all higher levelled Alphas must take part in the fight.
And so the drag of each stroke, milking him straight towards pleasure, hadn't been clouded by the fear of Rue anxiously waiting. The drooling puddle of Altair's tentacles and his own whispering quaking tails. The sloppy slapping. The whimpering, the spurt of pungent, thick pre-cum flooding the ground. The pound of his cock against Halcyon's prostate, the muffled wail from his tattooed boy, the rhythmic tantric squeeze of his flesh around his shaft. Altair's own messy load, creaming, boiling hot against his frenulum, frothing bubbly with each thrust. The scent of sex so thick and so damn fertile in the air.
Briefly, he'd imagined Rue watching them on a chair, man spreading like he had in that boutique with a smile. And the need to cum had coiled in his gut, so ready to let loose, so ready to shoot. He'd hissed, body crushing against them, head burying into Halcyon's neck. The smell of him always musky, vanilla sweet and Valentino had fucked him, rhythmless thrusts, a chase for orgasm in a clenching hole, feral and growling. Then bitten him on his mating scar. He'd squealed into the bite, cock almost spurting into goopy waves with the thought on what it'd be like to mark his soulmate.
Gods.
Except Rue had appeared just before the high, just before he could cum, just before his pleasure crashed like a wave.
It should be enough to last them the day, to smile and grouch behind Halcyon as he took all the credit, and all the goodness that Rue wanted to give. And instead, the little Alpha was here misunderstanding it all. He had barged in and yanked Halcyon off their cocks—always slim, no huge knots for any of their mates. Knotting just didn't happen in their pack dynamics, even for an Omega tool they used to get through some Ruts.
"I can see the scars," Rue hissed, and Halcyon was dropped from his arms. He clattered to the ground, boneless. "These are as old as my fucking shoes. When were you going to tell me?" Rue snarled. The trio were silent, Altair tucking his dick back into his pants. No cum spent, but already soft. Valentino discreetly zipped up his own. Halcyon couldn't. His clothes were draped at the back of the grimy bathroom.
"Didn't think about it…" Altair stated, and Valentino prickled. Those weren't the right words to say, but Rue was snapping it all up like a shark after blood.
"Of course," Rue murmured. "I suppose I wasn't entitled to that knowledge." His eyes wept to Valentino's, and he flinched. "You were always Altair's mate from the day I've known you."
"I…" Valentino felt shame cloud his cheeks. "Yes."
"Was I a toy to you too?" her eyes snapped to Halcyon. And Valentino grew cold. Was that what Rue thought of him? "What is this? Some mate bullying kink? Are you a victim, or am I just a fucking fool?" Halcyon stammered, mouth opening and closing.
"I just wanted you to like me…" he whispered, and Rue closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose.
Valentino leapt forward, wanting to explain. "We just wanted you to like one of us, at the very least if Halcyon—"
"Was it all pretend?" Rue snarled.
"I was genuinely jealous!" Altair interrupted, voice pitching an octave. "I was fucking jealous of Halcyon—"
"We didn't plan this," Halcyon begged. "It just fell into place. You assumed and I just didn't find the time to correct you so I—"
"A relationship built on a mountain of fucking lies is one that will always fall," Rue answered and this had Valentino flinching back, scalded by the reminder. "Halcyon, you're not even poor, are you? "
"Rue." Halcyon voice shook, but he couldn't speak.
Valentino knew that he didn't know how to tell him the greater truth. That Halcyon wasn't merely a wealthy student but basically the emperor of planet 4. He could have given a thousand excuses, and in a presence of another, none would dare question his judgement. They'd have him grovelling in seconds. Another Alpha would have accepted any reason from the emperors. Another Alpha would have begged to be in their pack.
But to Rue? Rue who was beyond their dominance, their control, their Alphas? Rue who seemed broken like that, who oddly seemed like the most vulnerable, most skittish, most easily broken individual in Valentino's world. Rue would run, Rue would leave. He knew that without a doubt in the world.
There would be no lying, no ordering his way out. They both knew that the moment they tried, it would be the end, the end of everything they knew. Rue would never look at them the same way again. And he would never take them as mates, not after this lie. That truth was deep in their bones.
Rue needed to learn on his own terms, and Valentino wasn't sure if he wanted to speed up that process.
There was a shiver on Halcyon, a flash of red in his eyes, a single gold slit. His mate quaked, abilities flickering, fire starting, inferno molten unfurling. Rampage. Valentino's eyes widened, his own tails roaring back to life, hissing in the wind, ready to strike, to hold him back, to protect Rue—
"It's fine."
Rue sat a palm on Halcyon's shoulder. A simple thump and the Rampage was gone like a slap to the cheek. And the excuse to go insane was gone, Halcyon falling back on his ass, eyes wide, hands pressed to himself. His tattooed animals settling upon his skin. He seemed lost.
There was darkness in Rue's eyes, an ice that had Valentino choking on its fumes, crushed by the weight of some strange power in Rue's being. It snuffed out every need to attack, to bellow, to be the hotheaded murderers they were always known to be. And that same strength existed in Rue then when the door had been pulled open, crumbling like nothing.
Rue walked, moved out of the way, vanished from view dusting his palms. His voice echoing as he left.
"Do what you want."
He was gone before they knew it, waltzing out like the wind. A moment so quick it seemed almost like a dream.
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