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₊ ୧ 𝓖ENRE:
↳ supernatural romance · angst · slow burn · tension-filled love triangle
. ↳ 𝓟ARING:
↳ vampire!jake × fem!reader × wolf!nicholas
⦂𓈃 𝓦ARNINGS/𝓣AGS:
↳ supernatural violence and tension, emotional intensity, possessive behavior, jealousy, obsession themes, vampire and wolf instincts, partial shifts and loss of control, near-physical confrontation, protective aggression, supernatural bond pain, moon-voice guidance, anxiety, heartbreak, arguments, reader caught between two supernatural love interests, heightened sensory reactions, heavy romantic tension, intense kissing, fear/safety conflict, guilt, emotional vulnerability, supernatural lore reveals, reader overwhelmed by conflicting feelings, stalking (non-threatening), territorial behavior, and dramatic confrontations in dark or isolated settings.
┊❛ ❜┊𝓢YNOPSIS:
↳ Crescent Ridge looks normal on the surface, but the town is split between two ancient forces who’ve hated each other for centuries. vampires who follow strict old rules and wolves who protect what they claim with teeth and instinct. you’re just a human girl trying to live a quiet life – until a storm brings jake, an uninvited vampire with eyes that burn for you, and nicholas, the warm-blooded wolf who’s been watching over you longer than you realize. both want you for reasons they won’t explain. both refuse to back down. and without meaning to, you become the center of a supernatural rivalry that’s been waiting generations to reignite. two creatures. one heartbeat. and a town that’s no longer safe the moment they both notice you.
⦂𓈃 𝓦/𝓒:
↳ 5498
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jake didn’t show up for three nights. no storm outside your window. no cold breeze slipping under your door. no red eyes watching from the tree line. nothing. the moon felt quieter. nichos’s bond felt louder. and your heart felt… unsteady. like one half kept drifting toward a shadow that refused to come back. on the fourth night, you couldn’t sleep. you left your house and walked toward campus under streetlights humming like dying stars. fall leaves scattered around your feet. you told yourself you weren’t looking for him. you were lying. and then, the air shifted behind you.
cold. sharp. ancient.
you turned slowly. jake stood under a lamp post, hands in his pockets, hair falling into his eyes, looking like regret carved into a boy’s body. for a moment, neither of you spoke. then he exhaled shakily.
j: “you shouldn’t be out alone.”
you stepped closer.
you: “you’ve been avoiding me.”
his throat bobbed.
j: “i was giving you space.”
you huffed a tiny laugh.
you: “that’s a first.”
jake finally met your eyes. you weren’t ready for how he looked, ruined. tired. like he hadn’t fed. like he hadn’t slept. like he’d been trying to hold himself together and failing on every front. he took one more step toward you, voice barely audible.
j: “i didn’t want to see you choose him.”
your breath caught. you whispered.
you: “i haven’t chosen anyone.”
jake’s eyes flickered red, then softened into something warm, tender, almost painful.
j: “then why does it feel like i’m already losing?”
you swallowed.
you: “because you left.”
he blinked, surprised.
j: “you noticed?”
you let out a shaky breath.
you: “jake… the bond isn’t one-sided.”
he closed his eyes, chest rising like you’d just knocked the air out of him. he stepped close enough that his cold fingers brushed yours. barely there, but enough to make your pulse skip. jake heard it. he always heard it.
j: “don’t do that.”
you frowned.
you: “do what?”
j: “look at me like that. it makes it worse.”
your voice softened.
you: “worse for who?”
he laughed once, quietly, brokenly.
j: “me. because i want you more than anything i’ve wanted in a century.”
your heart jumped. jake inhaled sharply like the sound pulled him closer. his hand lifted. slow, gentle. hovering right above your cheek without touching.
j: “can i?”
you whispered:
you: “yes.”
he cupped your face with cold fingers that warmed instantly against your skin. you didn’t pull away. if anything… you leaned into him. jake froze at that, like he didn’t know what to do with the softness, the closeness, the fact that you weren’t terrified of him or pushing him away.
j: “you don’t know what this does to me.”
you: “then tell me.”
he swallowed hard, eyes locked on yours.
j: “i’ve loved before. but i’ve never… belonged to someone.”
your breath hitched.
j: “i think i belong to you.”
your heart thudded so loud you were sure he could feel it. nicho’s bond tugged faintly at your chest. warm, steady, familiar. but jake’s bond? it pulled like a tide. slow. consuming. inevitable. and for the first time, you didn’t fight it. you whispered.
you: “then let me see the real you.”
jake’s eyes widened.
j: “you wouldn’t want that.”
you: “i’m still asking.”
he searched your face, something vulnerable breaking through centuries of control. then he stepped back just enough, tilting his head. the red in his eyes deepened. the shadows bent toward him. the air chilled. his fangs lengthened. not threatening, but intimate, like showing you something no one else got to see. you didn’t flinch. jake’s voice shook.
j: “you’re not afraid.”
you moved closer.
you: “i’m not.”
he let out a breath he didn’t need, your foreheads nearly touching.
j: “angel… if you choose me… i will ruin myself trying to love you right.”
your chest tightened. you whispered.
you: “jake… i’m starting to—”
he froze suddenly, eyes flicking past you. you turned. nicho stood at the edge of the path. shirtless. chest rising fast. eyes golden, not angry. hurt. so hurt your knees almost buckled just looking at him. jake stepped instinctively in front of you. nicho let out a low, broken sound.
n: “you chose him.”
your breath shook.
you: “i didn’t—”
n: “you didn’t have to.”
jake’s posture stiffened. nicho’s entire body trembled. you were caught between them again, but this time jake felt closer. nichos bond tugged. jake’s bond pulled. your choice wasn’t made yet, but tonight? tonight you felt yourself drifting toward the boy with red eyes and shaking hands who looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. and nicho knew it. nicho didn’t say another word. he just… turned around. the way his shoulders dropped, the way his steps dragged, the way he didn’t look back even once. it felt like the moon itself dimmed. you opened your mouth to call out, but jake’s hand closed around your wrist, gentle but firm. you looked up at him. he looked wrecked.
j: “don’t chase him.”
your throat tightened.
you: “jake—”
j: “please.”
he said it quietly, like it hurt. nicho disappeared into the dark. and you didn’t follow. your legs shook, adrenaline fading, emotions crashing all at once. jake stepped closer, voice soft:
j: “come here.”
you didn’t even think. your body moved on its own, stepping into him. his hands rose slowly, cupping your elbows like you might break if he held you too tightly. for a moment he just stared at you, searching your face like he didn’t trust what he saw.
j: “you chose me tonight.”
you: “jake… i didn’t pick anyone.”
he huffed a laugh that wasn’t a laugh at all.
j: “angel, you leaned into me.”
you opened your mouth, closed it again. he was right. your heartbeat tripped. jake inhaled like it fed him.
j: “let me heal your arm.”
you lowered your gaze.
you: “nicho said—”
j: “i know what he said.”
jake gently took your injured wrist. his cold fingers brushed the dried blood, and you swore your knees threatened to buckle.
j: “it’s still hurting you.”
your voice cracked.
you: “a little.”
he lifted your arm to his mouth. you froze.
j: “not with a bite. with venom. it closes wounds.”
you: “will it hurt?”
j: “no. it’ll feel… warm.”
he looked up through his lashes, waiting. when you nodded, jake’s expression softened like you’d just handed him something sacred. he brought your arm closer. his lips brushed your skin. light, careful, reverent. you inhaled sharply. jake stilled.
j: “did that hurt?”
you: “no.”
j: “…then i’ll keep going.”
he kissed the scrape. slow, warm for a vampire, his breath fanning over your skin. the sensation spread up your arm like fire, then soothed into something molten, addictive, terrifying in the best way. your fingers trembled.jake whispered against your skin:
j: “you’re shaking.”
you: “you’re… close.”
his lips paused.
j: “do you want me to step back?”
you swallowed.
you: “no.”
jake’s eyes fluttered closed, like that one syllable melted something centuries old in him. he pressed one last kiss to the wound. your skin healed under his mouth. warm, prickling, then gone. you stared.
you: “it’s… it’s completely healed.”
jake finally let your arm go, but not your gaze.
j: “i told you i’d take care of you.”
your chest tightened.
j: “and i don’t want tonight to end like that.”
you: “like what?”
he hesitated, stepping closer. so slowly you could’ve counted each breath he didn’t need to take.
j: “like he’s the only one who can make you feel safe.”
your heart stumbled.
j: “come with me.”
you blinked.
you: “where?”
j: “somewhere quiet. somewhere i can show you what i am without scaring you.”
you hesitated for half a second. then nodded. jake’s relief was visible, like the tension bled from his shoulders all at once. he reached for your hand. he didn’t grab it. he waited. you placed your fingers in his palm. his breath caught.
j: “thank you.”
and he led you toward the edge of campus, lights flickering overhead as if something ancient had just shifted in your favor, or against you. you weren’t sure yet. but jake? jake looked like he already knew. and he wasn’t letting go of your hand. not tonight. not now that he finally had a chance. jake didn’t bring you somewhere cliché. no graveyard, no abandoned mansion, no spooky forest path. instead… he led you to the roof of the old humanities building. quiet. empty. washed in moonlight. he didn’t let go of your hand the whole way up. when you stepped onto the roof, wind brushing your hair back, jake finally spoke. quiet, nervous, almost boyish.
j: “it’s safe here. no council. no wolves.”
you flinched at that last part. jake definitely noticed. he sat on the edge of the rooftop, patting the spot next to him. you sat. close, but not touching. he stared at you for a long moment, like memorizing your face hurt and comforted him all at once.
j: “you’re warm. even from here.”
you tried to smile.
you: “how far can you feel me from?”
jake swallowed, looking away.
j: “miles.”
your breath hitched.
you: “jake…”
he dragged a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.
j: “i’m trying not to scare you. i swear.”
you: “you’re not.”
he huffed a laugh.
j: “that’s exactly what scares me.”
you turned to him fully.
you: “jake… show me?”
he froze.
j: “show you what?”
you: “all of it.”
his breath stuttered, like no one had ever asked that. like no one had ever wanted to see what he was behind the pretty face. jake stood slowly, offering you his hand. you took it. and then, he blurred. one moment he was in front of you. the next, he was standing on the opposite side of the roof, hair whipping in the wind, chest rising fast. you gasped. jake smiled. not cocky, just… relieved.
j: “you’re not running.”
you: “should i?”
he appeared right in front of you again, so close your noses almost brushed.
j: “i’d catch you.”
your pulse jumped at that. jake inhaled sharply. you whispered.
you: “show me more.”
his pupils blew wide.
j: “…you trust me?”
you nodded.
you: “i do.”
that nearly broke him. jake stepped back and let the change slide over him. not into a monster, but into something older, sharper, painfully beautiful. his eyes glowed red like embers. veins darkened under his eyes. fangs lengthened, slow and controlled. you reached up, hesitated. jake grabbed your wrist gently, guiding your fingers to his cheek.
j: “you’re allowed.”
his skin was cold, but it softened under your touch, like your warmth soaked into him. you whispered.
you: “jake… i’m not scared of you.”
his eyes immediately flickered back to brown, fangs retracting instinctively like your voice calmed something feral inside him.
j: “don’t say things like that.”
you: “why?”
he stepped closer, chest nearly touching yours, voice cracking.
j: “because i’ll fall apart.”
your lips parted. jake’s hand lifted. the back of his fingers brushing your jaw, barely there.
j: “can i ask something?”
you: “anything.”
his voice dropped, breath trembling.
j: “what did you feel… when i touched you earlier?”
your cheeks burned. he watched every twitch of your expression like it was his lifeline.
you: “i… felt warm,” you whispered. “and safe.”
jake closed his eyes. exhaled through his nose.
j: “say it again.”
you swallowed.
you: “safe.”
his head dropped to your shoulder. careful, reverent, like he’d melt if he touched you wrong. your fingers drifted into his hair before you realized. jake froze, then leaned into it like he’d waited decades for that feeling.
j: “you’re going to kill me.”
you laughed softly.
you: “you’re already dead.”
jake looked up at you, eyes wide, vulnerable.
j: “that stopped mattering when i met you.”
your heart clenched. and then, a sound echoed faintly from below. a twig snap. you turned your head. down by the trees… gold eyes watched. nicho. shirt still thrown over his shoulder. expression broken, quiet, unreadable. jake tensed instantly.
j: “don’t look at him.”
you frowned.
you: “he’s just—”
j: “angel. please.”
his voice cracked on that word. you looked back at jake. his eyes were so soft they almost hurt.
j: “stay with me tonight.”
your breath hitched.
you: “just tonight?”
his jaw tightened. his voice dropped to a whisper meant only for you.
j: “or longer… if you let me.”
and for the first time, you weren’t thinking of the wolf in the woods. only the vampire in front of you, who looked at you like you were sunrise. jake didn’t stop holding your hand until you reached the far edge of campus, past the parking lot, past the trees, down the old brick path no one used after dark. you slowed.
you: “jake… where are we going?”
he squeezed your fingers, voice soft.
j: “somewhere only my kind knows.”
your heart kicked. he led you to a half-covered stone entryway built into the ground, ancient and cracked. vines wrapped over the door like they’d grown to keep humans out. jake brushed his thumb across your knuckles.
j: “i’ve never brought anyone here.”
you swallowed.
you: “never?”
he shook his head.
j: “not once. not in all the years i’ve been like this.”
he pushed the door open with one hand. effortless, silent. cold air rushed out, smelling like earth and something metallic but strangely clean. jake looked at you, searching.
j: “if you feel even one ounce of fear, tell me. i’ll take you home instantly.”
you: “i’m okay.”
jake’s shoulders relaxed, like your words physically loosened something in him. you stepped inside. the chamber was dim, pale moonlight spilling through cracks in the stone ceiling. the walls glowed faintly with old markings. sigils carved by hands centuries ago. jake watched your face, not the room.
j: “this is where i rest. where my body… resets.”
your voice lowered.
you: “you sleep here?”
j: “i don’t sleep. but i stay. it keeps the hunger quiet.”
he looked almost embarrassed. you reached out and touched his sleeve. he froze.
you: “it’s beautiful, jake.”
he blinked slowly, like he wasn’t expecting kindness. you walked deeper into the room, fingertips brushing the carvings. jake followed, steps soundless.
j: “i thought you’d hate it.”
you: “why would i?”
he inhaled sharply.
j: “because it’s dark. and cold. and not human.”
you turned around.
you: “i’m not scared of the parts of you that aren’t human.”
jake’s jaw clenched. his eyes softened. fragile, hopeful, terrified. he stepped forward, stopping inches from you.
j: “don’t say things like that unless you mean them.”
you: “i do.”
his breath shook. and then he broke. not loudly but quietly, painfully. his hand lifted to your cheek, but he stopped short, like he didn’t have the right. you leaned into his palm first. jake’s eyes instantly glassed over.
j: “i don’t know how to handle this.”
your voice barely a whisper.
you: “handle what?”
j: “being wanted.”
your heart twisted. he looked down, shoulders shaking once. barely noticeable unless you were close. so you stepped closer. jake sucked in a breath like you’d stabbed him with something holy. you whispered.
you: “jake… you’re allowed to be soft with me.”
his eyes lifted, red simmering under brown.
j: “if i’m soft… i’ll want more.”
you: “what kind of more?”
his gaze dropped to your lips. he didn’t move. didn’t touch. just stared, starving and terrified of it.
j: “i want to kiss you.”
your breath stilled.
you: “then kiss me.”
jake’s hand slid to the back of your neck. slow, trembling, reverent. he leaned in, then stopped, forehead resting against yours.
j: “…i can’t.”
your chest tightened.
you: “why?”
he swallowed hard.
j: “because once i taste you, there’s no going back.”
the room felt hotter. your pulse louder.
he whispered, voice cracked at the edges:
j: “choosing me means giving up the sun. giving up normal. giving up every future humans get to dream about.”
you whispered back:
you: “and choosing nicho?”
jake looked wrecked.
j: “choosing him means a bond that never breaks. wolves don’t love lightly. they… claim. forever.”
your breath hitched. jake lifted your hand and pressed it to his chest. cold, unmoving.
j: “with me, you don’t get forever.”
your voice wavered.
you: “but i get you.”
he made a choked sound. half laugh, half sob. his forehead pressed harder to yours.
j: “you’re going to ruin me.”
you touched his jaw, gentle.
you: “you were ruined before i got here.”
jake laughed, shaking, and his fingers tightened at your waist. that’s when you heard it. a twig snap outside. jake stiffened. his eyes darkened instantly.
j: “…wolf.”
you turned. at the doorway, golden eyes glowed in the dark. nicho. full wolf form. massive. silent. watching. jake moved in front of you without thinking.
j: “leave.”
nicho didn’t move. jake growled. a low, dangerous sound that vibrated through his chest. you whispered, voice shaking:
you: “nicho… it’s okay.”
the wolf blinked. slowly, painfully, he stepped back from the door, head lowering like he’d been punched in the heart. then he walked away. no snarl. no fight. just… heartbreak. jake exhaled shakily.
j: “he’s giving you space.”
you whispered:
you: “and you?”
jake stepped closer, voice barely steady.
j: “i’m giving you a choice.”
he lifted your chin with two cold fingers.
j: “and i’m praying you pick me.”
your hand stayed in his, your pulse steadying only because he kept whispering soft, grounding things under his breath like he was afraid you’d disappear. when you finally sat on the stone ledge, jake stood in front of you, trying so hard to look collected. he wasn’t. his hands were trembling. you reached for him. slow, gentle, touching his wrist first. jake froze completely. your thumb brushed his skin. he swallowed hard.
j: “don’t do that unless you know what you’re doing.”
you: “i do know.”
your fingers slid into his hand, lacing with his. jake’s breath stuttered like he’d been punched.
j: “angel—”
you: “jake, look at me.”
he did. and you saw it. his walls collapsing, his restraint snapping thread by thread, his whole body leaning toward you like gravity itself wanted you closer. you whispered.
you: “have you ever let someone touch you like this?”
jake shook his head once.
j: “no. not since i turned. not even before, really.”
you blinked.
you: “not even lovers?”
something dark flashed in his eyes, then softened.
j: “i’ve had company. not connection.”
you tried not to react, but he saw everything. and he stepped closer.
j: “don’t look hurt. it wasn’t real.”
your voice was barely there.
you: “what is this, then?”
jake’s hand lifted slowly to your cheek. so gentle, like you were breakable.
j: “real. painfully real.”
you leaned into his palm, and jake’s eyes fluttered shut like the sensation overwhelmed him. his forehead dropped to yours again. you whispered.
you: “jake… i want you to kiss me.”
he inhaled sharply. his voice broke.
j: “angel… if i start, i won’t be able to pretend i don’t want more.”
you: “i’m not asking you to pretend.”
that did it. jake’s restraint shattered. he grabbed your waist, pulling you into him in one swift, desperate movement, his chest cold and solid against yours. your breath hitched, hands clutching at his shirt. jake’s nose brushed yours. a slow, reverent drag. he was shaking.
j: “tell me to stop.”
you: “i don’t want you to.”
his lips hovered a breath from yours.
j: “…then god forgive me.”
he kissed you. not soft. not careful. not tentative. jake kissed you like he’d been waiting centuries for the right to do it—fingers buried in your hair, his other hand gripping your waist like he feared you’d slip out of his eternity. you clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, and he made a low sound in his throat—raw, starving, almost pained. jake deepened the kiss only once, slow and devastating, his mouth warm for the first time since you’d met him. your lungs burned. your pulse roared. jake pulled back just enough to breathe the same air, lips brushing yours with every word.
j: “you’re… killing me.”
you: “jake—”
j: “no. you don’t understand.”
his thumb stroked your jaw, tender in a way that contradicted the intensity of the moment.
j: “i haven’t felt anything this strong in a lifetime. it terrifies me.”
you pressed your forehead to his.
you: “you don’t have to be scared.”
he let out a shaky laugh.
j: “i’m a vampire, angel. fear is my second nature.”
you touched his cheek again. your turn to comfort him. his eyes softened instantly.
j: “don’t… don’t be gentle with me. i’m not used to it.”
you: “then you need it.”
jake’s brows knit. your kindness hitting him so much harder than he wanted to admit. and then, a sudden pulse of silver light flashed behind your eyes. you gasped. jake grabbed you instantly.
j: “what’s wrong?”
you blinked hard and the moon’s voice slid through your mind like water. he is not the only one bound to you. jake’s grip tightened.
j: “angel, look at me.”
you did. and he saw it. the confusion. the fear. the truth the moon had just whispered. his voice lowered, trembling.
j: “did it speak to you?”
you nodded slowly. jake’s jaw clenched.
j: “nicho.”
the name hurt to hear. you whispered.
you: “jake… i don’t want to hurt him.”
he shut his eyes like the words cut deep.
j: “i know.”
your throat tightened.
you: “i don’t want to hurt you either.”
he opened his eyes. and he looked at you like you were the most dangerous thing he’d ever loved.
j: “then don’t walk away.”
you swallowed hard.
you: “do you want… a real date?”
his expression cracked open. shock, hope, hunger, relief.
j: “yes.”
you smiled, small and real.
you: “then ask me.”
jake stepped closer, cupping your jaw with both hands now, grounding himself in your warmth. his voice dropped to something impossibly soft:
j: “will you go out on a date with me?”
your heart flipped.
you: “yes.”
jake exhaled like he’d been underwater for decades. and then he kissed your forehead, slow and reverent. the kind of kiss you don’t forget. jake picked you up at exactly 9:17 pm. not planned. not dramatic. just… him.
hair tousled from running fingers through it too many times, dark shirt buttoned wrong at the wrist because he was anxious, eyes soft in a way that shouldn’t be possible for something centuries old. he stood outside your dorm door, hands behind his back like he was trying not to touch anything. when you opened it, he froze. just… froze. like looking at you knocked the breath out of his undead lungs.
j: “you look… warm.”
you laughed softly.
you: “is that a compliment?”
he nodded quickly.
j: “it is. i promise it is.”
you stepped out, closing the door behind you. your heart picked up. fast, excited. jake heard it instantly, his whole body tightening at the sound, eyes fluttering closed for half a second like he was savoring it.
j: “ready?”
you: “yeah.”
he offered his hand. you took it. and he looked wrecked in the softest way. jake didn’t take you anywhere normal.no restaurant. no café. no movie theater. instead… he led you to an abandoned greenhouse behind the science building. cracked glass. ivy crawling inside. moonlight spilling through the broken panes. and in the center. a blanket. a lantern. a small metal tin of matches. you blinked.
you: “jake… did you plan this?”
he scratched the back of his neck, sheepish.
j: “i didn’t know what humans do on dates now.”
you laughed. he swallowed, eyes fixed on you.
j: “but i know what i want to show you.”
he clicked the lantern on. warm golden light filled the little space. and for the first time… jake didn’t look like a vampire at all. he looked like a boy who hadn’t had something to hope for in a very, very long time.
you sat across from him on the blanket. jake watched you instead of the lantern. watched your hair. your hands. your breathing. like he needed to memorize every little movement. when you looked down for a moment, a soft pulse of silver flashed behind your eyes. the moon’s voice, gentle but unsettling: “your choice has gravity, child.” you sucked in a sharp breath. jake shot forward instantly.
j: “angel? what’s wrong?”
you shook your head.
you: “nothing, just—”
but the moon wasn’t done. choosing the dead means giving the living a wound that may never close. your stomach twisted. jake grabbed your hands.
j: “look at me.”
you did. and the world steadied, just a little. you talked for a while. about little things, nothing heavy. his favorite century. your favorite shows. how he hates sunlight but loves warmth. at one point you reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear without thinking. jake froze. absolutely still.
you: “did i— did i do something wrong?”
his voice came out a rasp.
j: “no. you did something dangerous.”
your heart jumped.
you: “dangerous how?”
he grabbed your wrist. not hard. but firm. his eyes glowed faintly red.
j: “touching me gently makes me lose things i can’t afford to lose.”
your throat tightened.
you: “like what?”
his jaw clenched.
j: “control.”
he leaned closer, breath shaking.
j: “please don’t be afraid… but i want to kiss you again.”
your voice was barely there.
you: “then do it.”
jake moved fast, but not vampire fast. boy fast. nervous fast. he cupped your face in both hands and kissed you like he’d spent decades wishing someone would pull him out of the dark and into something warm. your fingers tangled in his shirt. his lips parted just a little. a soft sound escaped him. low, needy, shocked at his own reaction. it wasn’t lust. it wasn’t hunger. it was longing. deep, painful longing. he pulled back first, breathing hard even though he didn’t need air.
j: “i shouldn’t want you this much.”
you were about to answer. but the glass of the greenhouse creaked. jake was on his feet instantly, eyes going red, body in front of yours like a shield. you whispered.
you: “jake?”
he growled quietly.
j: “wolf. outside.”
your chest tightened. nicho. you stood slowly, stepping beside jake despite his arm instinctively blocking you. outside the cracked window, two glowing gold eyes. watching. not approaching. not threatening. just… hurting. your heart cracked. you whispered.
you: “nicho…”
he flinched. jake muttered, low and tense.
j: “he’s been following us since we left your dorm.”
your breath shook.
you: “why?”
jake’s jaw tightened.
j: “because he loves you.”
it hurt to hear. it hurt worse to see nicho lower his head, backing away from the window slowly, tail down, shoulders hunched. he didn’t snarl. didn’t challenge. didn’t even look angry. he looked devastated. jake exhaled harshly.
you stepped closer to him, hand brushing his. he immediately took your fingers, holding on tight like you might vanish.
j: “you’re allowed to care about him.”
your heart flipped. he added quietly.
j: “just… don’t walk away from me.”
you looked up at him.
you: “i’m still here.”
jake closed his eyes for a moment, letting those words settle into him. then he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours again, voice barely a whisper:
j: “then let me show you the rest of what i am.”
jake walked you back from the greenhouse slowly, like he didn’t want the night to end.
your fingers stayed tangled with his the whole time, his thumb brushing your knuckles absentmindedly, almost like he still didn’t believe you were real. the campus path was empty. quiet, cool air, soft shadows. and then, you felt it. not heard. not saw. felt. a warm pulse behind your ribs, like your body recognized something before your mind did. you slowed. jake noticed instantly, tensing.
j: “angel…?”
your breath caught. from the dark between two buildings, nicho stepped out. human form. barefoot. hair messy. breathing too hard. eyes glowing gold in a way that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with heartbreak. your chest tightened painfully. you whispered.
you: “nicho…?”
he flinched at your voice. like hearing you say his name hurt. he took one step toward you. hesitant, trembling. then froze when he saw your hand in jake’s. jake’s grip tightened. quiet. possessive. lethal.
j: “why are you here.”
nicho didn’t even look at him. his eyes were on you and only you.
n: “i tried to stay away.”
his voice cracked so violently you felt it in your bones. he took another step. his breath hitched.
n: “i really… i tried.”
you stepped forward without thinking. jake’s arm shot out, blocking you. not roughly. just firm.
j: “don’t.”
nicho’s jaw clenched, shoulders shaking.
n: “move your arm.”
jake’s voice dropped to something almost too calm:
j: “and i’m not letting you near her when you’re like this.”
nicho’s voice wavered.
n: “like what? like i care?”
jake’s eyes flashed red.
j: “like you’re losing control.”
nicho laughed. broken, bitter, soft.
n: “you think i don’t know that?”
you whispered:
you: “nicho… talk to me.”
he inhaled sharply, eyes squeezing shut like your voice hit him too hard. then he opened them and the gold burned brighter.
n: “it hurts.”
you froze.
you: “what hurts?”
he pressed a trembling hand to his chest.
n: “everything.”
you moved around jake before he could stop you. nicho swallowed hard when you approached, chest rising unevenly, hands shaking like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t trust himself.
n: “don’t— don’t get too close. i’m barely holding the shift back.”
you ignored that, stepping close enough to touch his arm. he shuddered.
n: “please… don’t be gentle with me right now.”
your heart cracked open.
you: “nicho, tell me what’s wrong.”
he looked at you like he was breaking. like everything inside him was unraveling at once.
n: “you’re with him.”
your breath stilled.
n: “and the bond—”
his voice cracked again.
n: “—the bond knows.”
your pulse stumbled.
you: “bond…?”
nicho nodded, chest heaving.
n: “i didn’t want you to know yet.”
moonlight flashed behind your eyes. a whisper sliding into your mind like silk: “the wolf has known you since before he ever saw you.” your knees nearly buckled. nicho reached for you instinctively, to steady you. but jake was there in an instant, knocking his hand away. a low snarl vibrated through jake’s chest.
j: “don’t touch her.”
nicho snapped back, eyes flaring.
n: “she’s not yours.”
jake stepped forward, chest brushing nicho’s. his voice dropped to something terrifyingly quiet:
j: “she chose me tonight.”
nicho’s jaw clenched. his voice came out barely audible:
n: “she didn’t choose. she followed.”
you stepped between them. pushing jake back with one hand, touching nicho’s chest with the other. nicho inhaled sharply the second your hand touched him, shoulders jerking like he’d been shocked. jake’s eyes darkened dangerously.
j: “angel.”
nicho swallowed hard.
n: “don’t touch me like that. i’ll shift. i swear i’ll shift.”
you softened your touch.
you: “nicho, i’m trying to help.”
he shook his head, voice breaking.
n: “it hurts because you’re choosing someone else.”
you flinched. jake stiffened instantly.
j: “she hasn’t chosen.”
nicho’s gaze flicked to jake, pained, shaking.
n: “she kissed you.”
jake’s expression shifted. shame, pride, possessiveness, all tangled.
j: “she wanted to.”
nicho’s breath shattered.
n: “i know.”
you whispered.
you: “nicho…”
his eyes finally met yours. raw, glowing, honest.
n: “say you don’t feel it. say you don’t feel me.”
the air stilled. your heartbeat punched against your ribs. warm, sharp, undeniable. jake heard it spike. nicho felt it through the bond. both reacted. jake stepped closer, voice low:
j: “angel… look at me.”
nicho stepped closer too, whispering:
n: “don’t listen to him. listen to your body.”
you stood between them, both reaching for you in different ways. and the moon whispered again: “two creatures, one heart. only one can survive the choosing.” the world tilted. your breathing hitched. and you whispered the only truth you could manage:
you: “i… feel both of you.”nicho’s knees nearly buckled. jake inhaled sharply, eyes burning. and for the first time, neither spoke. because they both knew: you weren’t choosing yet. but you would. and that choice would break one of them.
Wait you guys will lowkey hate me next chapter ok im hating myself as im editing it. Ok don’t hate me just be excited for the other future chapters ok.
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