[ALARIC'S POV]
"Just look at that whole beauty in front of us. Perfect!" Rickon whistled in my head.
"Stop it, Rickon. I don't like it." I said in our mind thread, unapologetically allowing my irritation to flow inside.
"That's our mate, Alaric. Our second mate! Fuck! Selene must have known you needed another companion to mend your broken heart."
My anger bubbled inside me and I gripped the edge of the table, my chest swelling. I looked at him. My nephew. He was blushing. Faggot!
Rickon heard my thought.
"You can't call our mate a faggot, Alaric. I won't take that." He said.
"OH, YOU WILL!!" I exploded in our thread, pushing my chair backward and standing up. Melissa and her son looked at me, confused.
"Need to pee, Mel. Do you mind telling me where your toilet is?" I quickly said, forcing a smile.
She hit my stomach. Lightly.
A grunt escaped my lips. "What was that for?"
She dropped her fork and faced me, wearing a pout. "What's the whole formality for? You're not a visitor here, Alaric. So stop acting like one. This is also your house. So stop asking like someone who has a gun to his forehead."
I rubbed my head with my hand, mimicking her expression. "You always seize the opportunity to constantly bully me. You seem to be forgetting that I am an alpha."
She laughed and hit my arm. "You need to see your face right now. You like a child."
Another laughter. She reeled her head backward, holding her stomach as the wave of boisterous excitement hit her. Then her laughter reduced. Tears filled her now.
"You might be an alpha. But that will not save you from my 'big-sis' punishments if the need arises."
Then-
She called him. Her son, my faggot mate.
"Theodore?"
"Yes, mom." He answered.
Goddess! His voice. How can his voice be this soft. Fuck!
"Kindly take your uncle's bag and show him to the guest room."
"What?! No, Mel, I'm fine!" I almost shouted. But I swallowed my disapproval.
"But you don't have to stress the young boy. Just give me the direction, I'll locate the guest room myself." I managed to say, but Melissa didn't want to hear it.
Shit! What kind of a stubborn sister is this?
She turned to Theo and asked him if he wouldn't want to show me the guest room. I shot my eyes at him. He looked shock. I prayed for him to say yes, to just decline politely. But between those stupid smiles of his, I already saw my answer.
He rose enthusiastically like a freshman going to school on his first day. "Of c-course n-not, mom. I'd love to." He stuttered, wearing sheepish smiles.
My rage swirled. "Idiotic fag!" I cursed him in my mind.
He was probably feeling I'm into him now because of the way I smiled with him outside. Why did I do that? Shit!
Rickon wasn't even helping matters now. He was jumping inside me, shouting. "Finally! We now have another mate!" He sang, joy laced in his voice - one that got me embittered.
I grabbed my bag handle, but that was when he stretched, reaching for my bag handle too. His fucking faggot fingers brushed my hand and i felt this spark race up my heart.
What the fuck is happening?
Why pair me with a boy, Selene? Fuck!
"Please follow me, uncle." He said with that same soft voice that effortlessly disoriented me.
I clenched my teeth. "Behind you."
We moved out of the dining and Melissa's voice followed us.
"Be fast. Else the food will get cold"
"Yes, mother hen." I replied - a whisper. One she heard.
Her laughter echoed. "You're not serious, Alaric." She shouted.
Melissa… she was a compassionate one. She had treated me with love ever since we were little. And she had not stopped loving me. Even when I killed that bastard and was imprisoned for three years, she was the only one who stood for me.
I love her. But this her son was what I didn't understand.
Walking now, my eyes were trained on his ass. I watched silently, keenly observing it. It looked round and plumpy.
"And soft too." Rickon added.
I wanted to race beside him so I would walk side-by-side with him in a bid to avoid looking at his bum. But I did nothing and just kept walking slowly behind him, enjoying the view.
When I had gazed at it for an unhealthy number of times, I shook my head, telling myself it was not okay, persuading myself to stop.
"Stop, Alaric. That's not normal." I warned myself.
"It is." Rickon annoyingly said.
"Can you just shut the fuck up, Rickon!" I burst out in our thread.
"Only if you stop acting like a piss." He replied.
His words punched me and I gritted my teeth. I don't have his time now.
I cleared my throat and started fixing my gaze on the fine walls and on the other objects that were properly arranged in the passage, trying so hard not to look at Theo's butt.
But my eyes betrayed me and I suddenly found myself staring even longer.
"Fuck!!" I cursed inwardly.
What kind of omega would possess the kind of ass? Why would Selene give such an ass to a male? Why? There are other female omegas and betas who needs this fucking ass. Not him! Not a boy!
Suddenly, my body grew hot and I began to feel a stirring below.
I looked down and I saw the head peeking out, slowly rising. Instantly, a wave of fear hit me.
"No, no, no, no. Not here please. Not here." I said hurriedly in my mind, begging my cock to stay still like it had an ear.
As I was still whispering, I looked again at him and my chest tightened. His butt. It looked like it had suddenly gotten bigger! Almost like it was pumped by a machine, shooting out like some freshly baked dough.
I noticed his walking steps had changed too. He was now walking more slowly, more carefully, stepping on the floor with meticulousness and elegance that I've seen no female display before.
He is doing it on purpose! I know! Cos tell me how his butt would just shoot out like this all of a sudden, bigger than how it was earlier.
"Or is it my eyes?" I asked myself inwardly.
Shit! He fucking looks womanly!!
Now, my cock had started raving, strutting madly inside my trouser.
What is happening? What is wrong with me? I'm supposed to feel irritated by this. But here I am, desiring him.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? This is my nephew for crying out loud! A fucking male omega!!!" I shouted in my head, searching for an anger that I didn't keep inside me, forcing myself to explode. One that didn't seem like it was going to happen at all.
I allowed my eyes trail his body again, starting from his spotless arms down to his slender legs. He was wearing a white top and an orange short. One that complimented his shape and skin color.
"Goddess!!" I cursed again in my mind, struggling to control my breathing as I walked.
When he took the stairs, cat-walking on it, my lust started leaking like tap water and my eyes began to flash, flickering and switching from my normal eye color to red.
Fuck!
I began to shake my head, stubbornly trying to shove the lust away, trying to resist it.
"Stop whatever you are doing, Rickon." I mindlinked him.
"I'm doing nothing."
"Damn hell you are! Why am I feeling this hot?! You are doing something you shouldn't be doing!"
"I'm merely feeding from the lust you are generating yourself." He said.
"B-b-but-" I stuttered, ready to deny it. But no words fell out.
Shit!
This hunger… it scared me. It had only been with one person that I showed this much hunger for. And it was no other than Sheila. My late mate.
Fuck! I need to calm down. Rickon said the lust was coming from me. And right now, it looked like it was slowly starting to intoxicate him.
If I don't find a way to control everything soon, I might do something bad. I might attack Theo. Raping my nephew on my first day in their house would surely break Melissa.
But why am I having these feelings for him? A male? But my rut has not begin this year yet. Why then is this sudden yearning coming now?
As I walked, pondering on my thoughts, my hands started to shake. It was the hunger. It was rising. It was slowly beginning to consume me.
Shit!!
"What the fuck is happening to me, Selene? What is happening to me?" I uttered under my shaky breath.
I fisted my hands and pocketed them in my trouser, trying to steady my erratic breathing. All to no avail!
Fuck! It was getting worse.
It's been long I had a woman. Been what? Three years. Three fucking years!
Suddenly, my control broke. The lust inside me morphed into a whirlwind of insatiable starvation and took over, enveloping me in its thick grip.
My body went rigid and heated up. Not knowing what I was doing, I accelerated my steps, charging at him.
"We are here, uncle. This is your roo-" He said, turning to meet me.
Consumed by my yearning, I jumped past the remaining staircases, landing on the top.
Slowly, I raised my bent head and fixed my red eyes on him, releasing low growls of hunger.
"U-un-uncle Al-laric!" He gasped, fear covering his face.
Giving him no time to utter another word, I sped to him and grabbed him, pushing his back against the wall beside the door.
"Uncle… please…" He whispered in panic.
Then the unexpected happened.
Rickon overtook me completely, his cravings skyrocketing.
My eyes flared red.
"Not Alaric. It is Rickon!" He growled.
Just as he said that, I felt his core expanding inside me. Then he talked again. Not using my voice this time. But his.
"MATE!!"