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third installment: back to life ⟶ bewitched ⟶ sts

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“why are you all looking at me like that?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest.

“like what?” nico quickly clears his throat.

“like you have terrible news to tell me?” your own throat goes dry, as you cradle your arms, your tone soft.

“well it’s not, terrible,” harua looks over to nico, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

you had been peacefully in your room finding a book to read, when you felt eyes staring at you from your door way. with a raised brow, the two boys didn’t move but just stared at you.

you met them outside your door in the hallway.

“just tell me, what is it?” you say lowly. you were bored and off put by their actions.

“your mom.” harua quickly responds.

“what about her?” you’re puzzled. why would they suddenly bring her up?

“she’s downstairs.” nico answers neutrally, through gritted teeth. none of them were happy your mom showed up out of nowhere.

“like downstairs, here?” you point down below, referring to downstairs. you let out a brief laugh unbelieving, but nico or harua don’t laugh back.

“yes, but—,” harua begins to speak, but you don’t wait to listen running down the steps, almost tripping on the way.

“mom!” you’re on alert and overwhelmed. you yell out to your mom, shaky voice due to surprise that she actually came back.

“ray, there’s my sunshine.” she smiles, delighted to see you. she opens her arms and you run to them. she hugs you tight, kissing the side of your head.

“mom, where have you been!” your exclaim, your eyes becoming moist and pulling back from your mom at arms length.

“i had to present to the witches council after everything happened with your sis—,” your mom’s mouth thinned in answer.

“—half sister.” your eyebrows drew together, mouth in a frown.

“yes, half sister. the council found me innocent, of course.” her lips smiled faintly.

“as they should. you weren’t in control of yourself.” you assert.

your mom smiles, rubbing your shoulders, “how have you been, ray?” she asks composed.

“not well. ever since i was hurt i can’t tap into my abilities.” you answer honest, your voice lightly shaking.

your mom looks up to the eight men staring. “why don’t we talk somewhere more private?” your moms own voice went soft, laced with concern.

“no, you two are very well to have a conversation here.” yuma says bluntly. he walks up behind you, pulling you into his chest, by grabbing your sides in his hands.

“yuma!” you scold awkwardly. you try to move from his hold, but his hands are tight around you. and words fade on your lips under his touch.

yuma’s breath stirred against your skin, “what? i don’t care if she’s your mom. you’re still vulnerable. one of us needs to have eyes on you at all times.” yuma twirls a hair piece in his finger. he quickly folds his arms around your shoulders, trapping you in his arms.

your mom smiles, eyes transfixed on yuma’s movements. “very well. ray, who do you want to join us?” a smirk sprang to her mouth, looking at you, then to all eight men around you all.

“i will.” yuma steps forward, with you still in his arms.

your mom dismisses him, easily. “why you? you’re not the alpha of this pack—,”

“i’m still her mate.” he growls, a warning bubbling up his throat. your spine stiffens.

your mom smiles fondly. “again, very well. let’s talk up in your room. that is, if you have a room to yourself.”

“i do, it’s right upstairs.” you try your best to move from yuma’s hold, and point upstairs. you begin walking up the steps, your mom and yuma right behind you.

a quizzical brow arches above your mom’s eye to yuma, “can we at least talk in the room in private? nothing bad will happen to her while we talk behind closed doors. you can stand in the hall.” she says straightforward.

yuma is adamant on not letting you out of his sight. “i don’t—,”

“yuma, it’ll be okay, i promise.” you reply warmly, and you kiss his cheek leaving a gloss mark.

once the door is closed, you both take a seat on your bed. your mom’s lips quirked, “one thing is for sure, fuma is not your fated mate. he’s not your primary partner.” she says nonchalantly, resting her hands on her lap.

“what?” you ask baffled.

“it’s yuma.” your mom replies bubbly.

your eyes widen. “mom?” you feel dumb right now. what is she talking about?

your mom sees the confusion written on your face. she pats your knee lovingly “he’s the most protective of you and knows you the best.”

“he looks after everyone and pays attention to what everyone likes.” you reply objectively.

“you don’t see it the way i do sweetheart.” your mom says. “yuma is your primary mate and the one you are fated to. i am sure you both feel it, but ignore it. i bet your bond is stronger than anyone’s. emotionally, physically, and intimately,” she openly shares.

“okay, ew mom, not talking about that with you.” you replied repulsive.

she laughs. “you’ll start to notice. the others care of course, but yuma is different.”

“next subject please,” you can’t comprehend yuma is your actual primary mate, not fuma. from when you first started becoming aware of this whole new world, it was instilled into you that fuma was your mate. “let’s start with what happened to my abilities?” you change the subject.

your mom sighs. “it’s possible there was a curse put on that blade. lottie could have had me do it under her control, but i can’t remember. another possibility is the lack of complete trust you have with all of your wolves.”

“i trust them,” you say offensively.

“do you? i know what happened with euijoo. you may think you’re healed from that, but there’s still a chance of blockage.” she’s quick to reply.

“what if we kiss and make up and it still doesn’t fix me, mom?” a lump came to your throat.

“then we know it’s the blade. i did speak with the council. the issue is without knowing the exact curse that was inflicted on that blade, it’ll be hard to reverse. trying just any reverse spell can make it worse. we need to know the exact curse to be sure not to cause further harm.” she’s quick explain.

“fuma told chan that might be the reason, but they can’t find the knife.” you sigh.

“that’s because after lottie used it, the blade was made to turn into dust. once the cursed object is used, it can no longer be found or used.”

“why?” you turn your body to your mom on the bed.

“to prevent further curses on people and to prevent a way of finding a cure.”

you huff. “just fucking great!”

“we’ll figure this out.” she reasons, gifting you a soft smile, grabbing your hand in hers.

“are you staying?” you ask hopeful.

she shakes her head. “i’m going back to the house.”

“it’s not safe!” you quickly stand.

“i know about the rogues. i can defend myself, ray. you are better off here with extensive protection. i need to do some cleansing in that home and research through my books.” your mom stands as well. she tries to comfort you, but you only take what you can accept without feeling overwhelmed.

“do you need your journal?” you ask, lazily pointing towards the dresser.

“no that is for you to keep.” your mom says.

“by the way it sucks at giving answers.” you murmur, dropping your eyes.

“it only reveals itself when needed, ray.” she chuckles. she lifts your chin to meet your eyes. “you are a strong young woman, ray. trust yourself. trust your gut.”

tears meet your eyes, and you you hug your mom tightly. after the hug, you both make small talk and go to the door to open it. when the door opens, yuma is leaning against it, almost falling into the room.

“i could barely hear a word going on!” yuma raises his eyebrow questioningly.

“chan sound proofed the rooms and for good reason, pup.” your mom says, patting his head. his cheeks to red, and she winks at the both of you.

that means yuma didn’t hear that he’s your primary mate. not fuma. now how the fuck where you going to tell him? tell fuma? tell any of them?

you walk your mom back down the steps and to the front door. “i’ll be in touch ray. like i said i am cleansing the house. if you ever need a break, you know where to find me.”

“and why would she need a break?” maki questions.

“from you all.” she answers truthfully. “my daughter’s life has turned upside down very quickly. soon enough, it’ll catch up to her.”

euijoo remains quiet. your mom is right, and he’s heard it before. when you were crying.

“she’ll never get tired of us.”

“debatable.” you tease. “bye mom.”

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“what did you and your mom talk about? does she have any idea about your abilities?” fuma asks once your mom is off the property. he’s standing in front of the fire place, arms crossed.

“she agrees it might have to do with the weapon by lottie. it may have been cursed.” you say with a huff. you sit in between maki and taki on the couch.

your eyes wander to yuma who is standing nearby, arms crossed. annoyance flash behind his eyes. you watch as he motions for taki to move over and yuma sits next to you with a smile. you swallow.

“so she can just reverse it?” euijoo asks from his spot on the other couch, on the edge of the arm of the couch.

“not that simple, my mom says. she said that if she uses the wrong reverse spell it could cause more harm than help. the council agrees. they need to know the exact curse used in order to fight it off.” you answer.

“well damn, how many curses are there that causes something like this?” nico asks, sitting on the couch cushion next to euijoo.

you shrug. “there has to be more than enough if she’s worried about harming me further.”

“anything else go on behind those closed doors?” yuma asks from beside you. he’s leaning back against the couch, right arm stretched behind you.

you shake your head, looking at him. yuma raises his eyebrow but says nothing. your heart pounds. “what yuma?”

“there’s no way that’s all you talked about for that long.” he finally says.

“well it is.” you ground out. “believe it or not, we can carry a conversation without you being the main topic.” your voice shakes, trying to be calm and cool. your spine tingles, feeling his eyes on you.

“ouch.” he laughs.

you laugh softly. “everything is okay, yuma. i promise.”

“i just didn’t like not being able to hear anything. what if something happened and you needed me?” yuma pouts. you poke his bottom lip.

“our bond is strong enough that you will know.” you tease. he sucks his bottom lip back in. “just why did chan make the walls so sound proof?” you scratch your head.

“you’ve heard what your mom said. things can get pretty loud. and by things i mean you. probably the main reason he moved us.” yuma laughs.

your mouth gapes open. “you all aren’t that quiet either, you jerks!” you stand, arms crossed. euijoo, k, nico, and yuma laugh. “so mean!” you pout this time and go to walk away, but k pulls you into his side.

“no need to pout now, princess.” k chuckles, kissing your temple.

“whatever; i’m going back upstairs to read. call me down when the food is ready.” you say, and go back up the stairs to your room.

you would love to be outside but it’s snowing even more and the temps were dropping. you didn’t have fur like your wolves to keep you warm.

you get to your room, and as you go to get comfy on your bed, you turn to the door and nearly scream seeing yuma in the doorway.

“shit, yuma!” your heart is beating fast from being startled. you bite your lower lip, “what is it?”

he just pouts. “can i just lay with you?”

you smile and nod, “of course.” you get on the bed and yuma happily walks to your side, and belly flops on the bed.

you’re on your back, book open in your hand, yuma on his stomach. his arm is draped over your stomach, his face buried in your side.

your body heats up at just the skin on skin contact from him, his fingertips lightly tracing the bare skin on your side.

you giggle. “yuma, you know i’m ticklish, stop.” you lightly pat his hand to quit. you can hear him groan in protest but he stops after he gives you a quick pinch.

your eyes are staring at the words on the page, but you’re not reading. instead, your mom’s words are going through your head regarding you and yuma.

you start to think back from the beginning of when you met yuma, when you two first bonded. how your relationship together quickly bloomed.

then you remember of some of the things he’s told you. when you went missing he was able to somewhat talk to the elements. shit. your mom is right.

if yuma was able to talk to the elements like you because of your bond, and none of the other wolves were—he could really be your mate. the one you’re meant to be with the most.

mindlessly, you begin playing in yuma’s hair, hearing him lightly hum in content. he tightens his hold around your waist, tucking his head further into your body if possible. he kisses your clothed side.

your body was heating up more. you haven’t been with any of them intimately since euijoo. you were sure it was because they all were respecting you, what you went through, and probably wanted you to initiate it all.

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downstairs, fuma, k, and taki are working on the food. nico and euijoo are arguing over a game, harua and maki edging them on. jo is the only one sitting quietly watching, occasionally laughing at his pack mates arguing.

“do we think her mom is right about the curse?” k whispers to fuma.

fuma shrugs. “i believe so. there is still something odd about her mom, but i don’t think she’s fibbing on this.”

k sighs, “i was afraid that was the case. if she doesn’t know what curse it was, who’s to know how long finding a cure will take?”

taki joins in. “maybe we can look through some common curses that have the same effect that she’s feeling. that way we’ll at least narrow it down. im sure every curse has something specific to itself, which makes it different. we just need to differentiate what it is.”

k and fuma stare at taki in awe. taki’s eyes go wide in shock.

“taki, you are a genius.” k smiles and goes to give taki one of his bone crushing hugs.

“let’s just hope there’s not a thousand different possibilities.” taki says through puffed cheeks as k is crushing him in a hug.

“that was a cheating move!” euijoo scolds to nico. nico is just laughing deeply at euijoo’s red cheeks.

“boys,” fuma says, walking to the two before euijoo decides to attack nico.

k finally lets go of taki. taki looks at k seriously, “do you think she’ll ever want to bond with me intimately?”

k freezes, he’s just caught off guard with taki suddenly confessing. “of course she wants to.” k says, eyebrows furrowed. “maybe she just knows your wolf isn’t itching for bonding right now.”

“do i have to wait until my wolf is ready?” taki asks shyly.

k chuckles, “of course not, taki.” he rubs his hair messily. “so,” k rocks on his feet, “you’re asking if she’ll want to have sex with you just to have sex?”

taki immediately blushes, “i mean—uh, that’s not exactly, but—maybe,” he’s stuttering. k laughs.

“cute.” he pinches taki’s cheeks again, taki swatting away his hands. “just talk to her, okay? maybe you just haven’t showed any sexual interest towards her, which is why she hasn’t had any thought of it.” k replies honestly. he squeezes taki’s shoulder. “with you, harua, and maki being the youngest she probably wants you all to make the moves first.”

“that’s the thing,” taki whispers, leaning closer into k, “i don’t have moves!”

“just be yourself, that’ll charm her, i promise.”

taki grumbles, “you’re absolutely no help.”

“he’s no help for what?” you ask coming up behind taki.

taki jumps with a small squeal. “oh, no help, for, um, things,” taki stutters, clearing his throat, ending it with an awkward smile.

you stare at taki like he’s grown two heads, and yuma’s deep chuckle can be heard from beside you. “do you really need help from k, for that?”

you look between k, taki, and yuma. “help with what?” you want in on whatever is going through their men brains of theirs.

“better if you don’t know, sweetheart.” k smiles and removes himself from the kitchen to where fuma had euijoo and nico separated.

you give taki and yuma a not so happy look, and turn to look at euijoo and nico who had their own pouts.

you walk over to the two. “now what happened between you two?”

“nico cheated!” euijoo quickly blamed with a point.

“no i did not! it’s not my fault you suck at this game!” nico defends.

you walk behind euijoo, rubbing his shoulders, then leaning down behind him while he’s sitting on the couch and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“i believe you juju.” you say and kiss his cheek. he immediately gets a goofy smile and pokes his tongue out at nico.

nico rolls his eyes. he mocks you and euijoo both, but you see it and slap him on the back of his head with a frown.

“come on let’s eat, im hungry.” you say and skip back to the kitchen where taki and fuma were.

“princess, have you decided on the order of the sleep rotation?” k asks finding a seat for himself.

“not yet.” you admit, sitting in between nico and euijoo.

“how about we play paper rock scissors?” yuma ask, ready to hold out his hand.

“no because for some reason you always win at that.” k shakes his head. “how about oldest to youngest.” he smirks.

the younger ones protest of course. you look over to the four youngest.

“how about youngest to oldest,” you say instead. “the younger ones barely get to spend time with me because you all are always hogging me.”

“it’s not our fault our wolf has a desire to be with you!” nico says with a huff. taki, maki and harua smile wide.

“maki, hope you pick out a good movie tonight!” you smile to the youngest.

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third installment: back to life ⟶ bewitched ⟶ sts

© sugarushwriting™

mature, 18+ only. not proof read

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guess what?

maki got sick after playing in the cold snow for three hours.

he was sick not even twelve hours later.

and his sickness was joined by yuma who was also too stubborn to listen to you.

they both shivered on the couch, wrapped in blankets as you brought them warm soup. “i told you all to bundle up! you may be wolves, but you’re still human too.” you sigh.

maki last had a fever of 101°f, yuma reaching 100°f.

it was the next day, and barely two in the morning. you’ve been in caretaker mode since they came in last night after playing in the snow, wet and cold. you tried to avoid this, wanting them to eat something warm, take a warm (not hot) shower, and redress in newer, warmer clothes.

they wouldn’t listen.

they came in around 3 in the afternoon and by ten that night, they were the complete opposite of their usual selves.

“the cold doesn’t make us sick!” yuma shivers.

“yeah!” maki’s teeth are chattering, “it’s viruses!”

“and guess what? you caught a virus.” you retort. you’re still baffled at how they caught one, since the whole territory was basically in its own zip code. “you better hope it’s not deadly.”

they had caught the virus or whatever they had pretty quick as well. but you didn’t dwell much on it. you couldn’t, because if you did, you’d start spiraling.

fuma informed chan of maki and yuma becoming ill. he immediately sent lia over and another to check in on them. lia cleared and said it was just a common virus and it was nothing to panic about. even while far away from most of the population, viruses can still carry. she took some swabs and would run tests to ease everyone’s concerns.

maki groans as his body aches. “i hate being sick!” he whines.

“no one likes being sick you idiot.” yuma replies. even sick, he’s still his sarcastic and menace self, and you’re thankful for that.

“can you both try to at least get some rest? it’s two in the morning and i need sleep to function if i am going to need to take care of you two.” you grit through your teeth.

you feel a presence behind you, and just from the feeling alone, you know who it is. but, you don’t react. you don’t recoil. you take a breath, and let your body relax when his hand softly touches your back.

his hand spreads across your lower back. “get some sleep. i’ll keep an eye on them.” euijoo yawns.

you look up to him with kind and thankful eyes, but remember his own exhaustion. “euijoo, i think you need rest yourself. i think these two can fend for themselves for the night.” you look back at the couch, and both were quickly on their way to a deep sleep. “i gave them a heavy dose of some nightquill.” you say.

euijoo laughs so softly, you barely hear it. “good idea.” he nods, “okay, i’ll go back to bed then.” he moves his hand and you immediately miss the touch, wanting more. euijoo goes to turn away, stalls, then turns back to you. “need me to escort you anywhere?”

“your bed.” you say. euijoo’s body goes rigid, but then he relaxes.

“you sure?” he clarifies, and you nod.

in a daze, euijoo holds out his hand, your grab it, threading your fingers together. he leads you upstairs to his room, and shuts the door behind you both.

you both get in his bed, under the covers. euijoo again goes still as a stick, scared to further touch you. but you surprise him when you cuddle into his side, leg draping over his thighs and arm draped over his waist. “good night juju.”

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the next morning euijoo wakes up feeling more refreshed than before. just from seven hours of sleeping beside you, skin on skin contact, euijoo has some of his color returning to his body. eye bags mainly gone. he feels energized, and stronger.

you inhale, tucking yourself deeper into euijoo’s side, rubbing your head against his chest. euijoo is awake and smiling, but doesn’t move to avoid waking you. he’s softly patting your head, something that soothes you.

euijoo’s door creaks open, and nico peeks his head in. the sight before him makes him smile. “at least she didn’t stay up taking care of those idiots.” nico talks softly as possible, so that he doesn’t wake you.

“i had to convince her to go to sleep.” euijoo replies, and kisses your head.

“they both woke up feeling groggily. i have a feeling she probably drugged them up to put their whiny asses to sleep.” nico says, and euijoo laughs, chest rumbling.

he nods in agreement. “she did.”

“it worked.” nico sits on the edge of the bed. “their fevers went down, and they’re feeling better. well rested, no more chills.”

“that was a quick recovery.” euijoo says.

“well, thankful for their wolf genes, it fought off the viruses quicker than just their human gene.” nico breathes out a sigh of relief.

you move just lightly in your sleep, and euijoo freezes until he feels your body go back relaxed. he lets out his own breath of relief.

“scared to move?” nico questions, adjusting himself on the bed.

“if this is a dream, i don’t want to wake up.” euijoo says, looking down at you through his lashes.

“i told her what you told me. i talked to her about what you’ve noticed, euijoo. she hadn’t meant any of it, not knowing she was even doing it.” nico whispers, euijoo not taking his eyes off you you. “she’s in agreement that slow, intimate sex is what will probably be needed to make up that bonding relationship and experience. replace the bad with the good.”

euijoo’s breath catches for only a second, his hand pausing over your head before continuing. “we’ll let it happen naturally.” he says. “probably something we shouldn’t plan in advance.”

“just make sure i am there.” nico states.

euijoo chuckles. “you’re such a vouyer.”

“and you and her are a perv for liking it.” nico sasses back, euijoo’s cheeks going red. “no need to fight or hide it juju. i think it’s the closest we’ll get to a threesome with our girl.”

“you don’t think she’ll ever want a threesome from us?” euijoo looks up to nico momentarily before putting his attention back on your sleeping figure.

“nah,” nico answers. “she’ll probably get too overwhelmed and end up panicking feeling like she’s leaving one of us out. trying to figure out how to balance the attention.” euijoo nods, agreeing.

another very light knock is heard, the door creaking open. this time it’s fuma, and he smiles at the scene. “im glad she’s finally opening up to you, alpha.”

euijoo’s chest tightens at the formality. “alpha.” he repeats in a whisper. he hasn’t felt like one in so long. “thank you to you and k for taking over while i recover.”

“of course euijoo. we are a pack. family. brothers. it’s what we do.” fuma clears his throat, softening his voice. “i hate to interrupt the love fest, but hyunjin wants her to meet him and ni-ki for training.”

euijoo inwardly pouts. he doesn’t want to ruin this. it feels good. “okay.” he replies instead.

“we’ll go so we don’t startle her when she awakes.” fuma says, and nico gets up from the spot, giving euijoo a two finger wave.

minutes after euijoo is alone with you once again. he kisses your forehead, down to your cheek. he pats your head again, twirling your hair in his fingers. “love, wake up.” you grumble, and move slowly, but don’t fully wake up. “you’re needed for training.”

“no,” you groan, as euijoo slightly shakes you. “want to stay here.”

“it’ll be over before you know it.” euijoo softly coos.

you slowly open your eyes, using one of your fists to rub them open. “can you come?” your voice is tired.

euijoo stills. “um, i don’t think it’s a good idea.” he says, thinking about what he could do if ni-ki oversteps. “i trust you, not him.” euijoo refers to the vampire.

you don’t argue, just nod. “okay, i’ll drag k or nico.” you name two wolves who might remain the calmest. you would’ve taken yuma, but he may still be recovering.

euijoo sits up, you letting out a protest of grumbles, but slowly sit up as well. “k might be best. he’s more welcoming to the cold than nico.”

you point sleepily, “good point.” you throw the covers off your body, and walk to the bathroom, eyes half open, half closed.

another knock comes to the door, and it’s fuma again. he looks, seeing you have moved and were getting ready. “hyunjin and jeongin brought us an extra golf cart that’s great in the snow. so she doesn’t have to trudge through it.” fuma explains.

“she says she’ll have k go with her. she asked me, but i don’t think that’s best right now.” euijoo offers the information.

“great idea.” fuma confirms. “she’s getting breakfast and a warm drink to-go. let her know the training is inside today. the snow has stopped for now, but the temps are slowly dropping.”

just as he finishes giving euijoo the information, you walk back into the bedroom after using the bathroom. “all my stuff is back in my bathroom.” you say. “i’ll be down in about fifteen.”

you get dressed and ready in the fifteen minutes you said you would, walking down the steps not long after. you wore thick boot socks on your feet, leggings underneath your jeans, and a thick sweater on top.

downstairs, maki and yuma were still hogging the couch, but looking better.

“glad you two are feeling better.” you greeted messing up their hair in the process. “and looking better.”

maki makes a joke, “the cold never bothered me anyway.”

“okay elsa.” yuma snorts, and drinks his hot tea slowly. yuma looks back at you, “who are you taking to training with you?” he pouts.

“you need more rest yuma. i will take, k.” you answer, and you hear a noise from behind you. clattering and clinking. someone slightly choking and their back being patted on.

you turn seeing it’s k who choked on his coffee, and it’s jo slapping his back.

“come on k, you’re gonna have fun!” you grin.

“be careful k, she has a wonderful vocabulary when angry.” yuma says, smile hidden behind the cup.

you keep your attention on k. you pout, “please, for your princess?” he smiles in disbelief, not believing you’re using that on him. but he’s proud.

“anything for you, princess.” he enhances the name princess.

you smirk, “of course, i have you all pussy whipped.” you shrug. this time, it’s maki and yuma choking on their drinks in surprise.

maki holds up a finger after clearing his throat and recovering, “correction, you have them pussy whipped.”

you turn to maki, “i still have you whipped.”

“just not pussy whipped.” maki points with finger guns, clicks his tongue and winks. you roll your eyes with a laugh.

k finally agrees verbally to come with, and volunteered jo to also come along. “you know, extra. back up.”

you didn’t have any argument against it, just going with it. you all dress warmly that will keep you three from catching whatever virus yuma and maki caught.

k drives the winter proof golf cart to where hyunjin is waiting with ni-ki. arriving you see ni-ki also brought ‘back up.’ sunghoon joined him.

the training was in an indoor-like basketball court, sunghoon sitting on the bleachers looking bored. he smiles when you enter the court.

“there’s the princess of the century.” he smiles, showing his fangs and white teeth.

“watch it blood sucker.” k points and you slap his shoulder. “what?”

“behave.” you say. you walk up to hyunjin, who has his sister yeji and another younger girl with them.

“this is our youngest sibling, mai.” hyunjin introduces. she bows and you all do the same. “mai and yeji won’t be involved, but will be here to observe. and make sure the men behave.” hyunjin looks between ni-ki, sunghoon, k, and jo.

funny how the four men were more scared of yeji and mai than hyunjin himself.

“what’s the torturous plan for today?” you ask with a clap.

hyunjin smiles, “ni-ki will attack you and you must defend yourself.”

you laugh awkwardly, “run that back for me one more time.” you say, your voice going up a pitch. “you want ni-ki,” you point to the vampire, “to attack me,” you point to yourself, then speak animatedly with your hands, “when you know damn right i can’t protect myself! i haven’t been able to tap into any of my abilities, hyunjin.”

“maybe it’s because you’re too comfortable knowing you’re not in any actual danger, so your mind block hasn’t released. maybe real danger will get that mind block to release.” hyunjin’s hands go to behind his back.

“ni-ki, attack,” hyunjin looks to ni-ki, then quickly to k and jo, “you two go sit near the other vampire.” hyunjin’s eyes flick black so they cannot argue. you forgot he was part demon.

the two wolves sag their shoulders but walk to the bleachers. you’re distracted and knocked to the ground. luckily the court was filled with padding on the ground.

“what the fuck!” you yell out, the wind knocked out of you.

“he told me to attack, so i did.” ni-ki shows off his teeth with a dark grin. “come on witch, fight back.” he teases. he’s trying to rile you up. make you angry so you can tap into your abilities.

and you try. you try so hard to fight back, but nothing works. the plants laying around, organized by yeji herself don’t come to life. the sprinklers in the gymnasium don’t go off. nothing. you scream out in pain after another attack by ni-ki. mostly he’s tackling you to the ground, which still hurts like a bitch most times. he’s holding back using his entire strength, and hyunjin notices but says nothing.

your side hurts. the healing scar of your abdomen tingles. your head hurts. your pride is wounded. and once again you feel like a failure.

this time you lay there, letting tears fall, again.

“that’s enough!” k announces, standing from the bleachers. you look over to him, and he wore a pained expression. jo looked like he was on the verge of attacking ni-ki himself. sunghoon—he also looked displeased with the whole thing.

hyunjin called for ni-ki to completely stop. ni-ki froze. you see his eyes flash red, and for a second you see the blonde hair, red eyed, vampire with silver fangs that had been haunting your dreams over the years. you gasp, squirming away from him.

his eyes go back to his normal color, you see his current dark hair, his eyes full of worry. “hey, i’m done. no more.” he tone shifts. softer. calmer.

you’re nearly hyperventilating, and k rushes to your side to grab your clammy palms. “you’re okay. all done.” he coos.

you close your eyes, inhaling a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “i’m okay.” you mumble. a sharp pain hits your side, and you grab it. “my side just hurts.”

“we’ll get you iced up, okay?” k says, and you nod. jo comes down the bleachers to stand next to k. he rests his palm on your knee, comforting.

yeji pulls hyunjin aside, and begin whisper yelling to one another. yet, yeji is the one doing most of the talking and pointing. she’s not pleased either.

k easily picks you up bridal style, and you tuck your head into his chest. for fucks sake, when did you become a wimp? all you’ve done is cry, whine, and complain for the past three to four weeks.

your body limps in weakness in his hold, and you tune out the world around you, mainly embarrassed that you can’t even defend yourself.

how are you supposed to defend them if you can’t even defend yourself? ni-ki is probably ashamed himself it’s up to him and you, to defeat this so called rogue pack and clan.

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the next time you open your eyes, you stare at a ceiling. you’re in a bed, changed into comfy clothes, and tucked in a bed. it smells like k. he and jo must’ve brought you to his room since you somehow fell asleep while on the ride back.

leaving his room, you are met with hushed whispers, and tiptoe to the corner to eavesdrop.

“do we have an idea what it could be?” fuma rubs his thumb across his lower lip.

k shakes his head. “i think it’s a mental block. what happened to her what traumatic. who knows.”

“i bet that weapon that crazy bitch used did something.” yuma adds.

“yuma, language,” euijoo scolds, “but i agree with yuma. she was doing fine channeling her abilities until she was stabbed. what happened to the weapon?”

“shit, i don’t know. everything happened so fast.” fuma says. “i’ll contact bangchan.”

“in the mean time, how do we approach her during this?” euijoo sighs.

“i can feel not only the frustration coming from her, but she’s feeling embarrassed for some reason.” yuma scratches the back of his head, shifting his weight on his feet.

you’re tucked away around the corner, head resting against the wall, focusing on what was being said between the four. you hadn’t noticed nico and maki sneak up behind you.

“what’chu listening in on?” nico whispers in your ear.

you jump, your heart thumbing in your chest erratically. you had let out a squeal of surprise.

“damn, you caught air with that one.” maki laughs.

your hand is over your chest. you use the other hand and punch maki. “glad to see you’re feeling much better!”

“it’s not nice to eavesdrop, y’know.” yuma says from behind you. he shakes his head in disapproval, walking up to you. the other three are standing back with smiles.

“i was not eavesdropping!” you say, arms crossed. “i just got here, saw the four of you huddled, and stood here for a quick second.” you say with a nod.

“sure.” yuma says with a laugh. “come on, it’s almost time for dinner.”

“well damn, how long did i sleep for?” you ask, shocked by how late it was getting already.

“a few hours.” yuma grabs your hand and tugs you to the kitchen. “you need your rest though.” he kisses the back of your hand.

“you’re being oddly nice.” you raise your brow in suspicion. you stop walking, tugging yuma to a stop. “what do you want?”

yuma’s ears goes red, and you smile teasingly. “don’t.” he immediately holds up his other hand. “we can discuss it after dinner.” he says, then pouts, “please.”

“okay honey.” you coo, pinching his cheek. he slaps your hand away in a ‘knock it off way,’ and continues to pull you to the kitchen.

taki was cooking. “there you two are! i’m always being abandoned.” he complains, looking at maki and nico. taki is wrapped in an apron, waving cooking tongs around.

nico and maki mumbled a half-assed apology and go back to help taki finish cooking.

you take a seat at the dining table, yuma sitting on one side, k joining the other side. k leans into your ear, “it’s not very nice to listen in on others’ conversations princess.”

his lips against your ear send chills down your spine. you bite your lip. you look to him with puppy dog eyes, “i didn’t mean to”

k snorts. “yeah, okay.” he kisses your cheek. “be lucky you’re cute.” you smile at that, and the rest of the guys join the table, while maki, nico, and taki finishing up plating the food to present.

“are you going to tell us what happened at training?” yuma says, pulling your chair closer to his.

“i rather not.” you reply unevenly. you begin to quickly pick at your food that k places on your plate. jo and k look at you with sorrow eyes.

yuma licks his teeth, as if he’s getting food unstuck, but he’s really trying to keep his patience. if you’re not willing to be truthful, how can they help you?

“tell me, kitten.” yuma grabs your fork and sits it down on the plate, eyeing you aggressively. he doesn’t turn his head from you.

you feel not only his eyes staring at you, but everyone else’s around you. you roll your head to the side with a big exhale of annoyance. “hyunjin had ni-ki tackle me and i couldn’t defend myself.” you rush out.

yuma hangs on to every word. eyebrow raised, body radiating anger. he grips the back of your chair, “what?” his tone tense, murderous.

“yuma—,” k begins, but yuma doesn’t hear it; ears ringing. yuma’s sharp eyes narrow on k and jo.

“you two allowed that blood sucker to attack our mate?” yuma was enraged. wolfish to say the least. his inner best threatening to come out.

you turn to yuma quickly, grabbing his hands in yours, “yuma, it’s not their fault okay?” you’re anxious, hoping not to further anger yuma’s wolf. “hyunjin flashed his eyes black, meaning he basically dared us to challenge his demon side.” your body shook. “hyunjin’s never looked so scary.”

yuma chews on the inside of his lip, exhaling through his nose. he thinks deeply. acting out wouldn’t be the best idea right now. with you not having a way to protect yourself or anyone else, for now, they had to trust and rely on ni-ki.

you grab yuma’s chin, making him look into your eyes. “i’m okay.” you respond smoothly and straightforwardly. “if i wasn’t okay, you would know.” yuma closes his eyes for a second, his golden irises going back to his brown.

he breathes out, “okay.”

k pats your back in smooth circle, forehead resting against the back of your neck.

nico chuckles, “you just saved us from owing bangchan a new lake front mansion.”

yuma turns back in his chair to eat, and you do the same with a smile. yuma’s cheeks are red. big sassy guy doesn’t like ruining his cool in front of everyone.

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