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At first, Kaito thought he was imagining it. That deep, steady vibration in the air. That warm, invisible pressure sliding over his skin like a hand cupping the back of his neck. But then Asher spoke. And Kaito’s lungs, tight, burning, collapsing in on themselves, did just that. Not because he chose to but because something inside him responded. Not a mage nor human. Something ancient and instinctive and buried so deep he had lived twenty and something years without ever feeling it once. Kaito sucked in a shaky, startled breath and the moment the air filled his chest, his wolf moved. A slow, low stretch, like a creature waking after a lifetime of sleep. A presence unfurling behind his ribs, large and dark and drowsy but powerful. Far more powerful than anything Kaito had ever felt. His fingers twitched against his thighs. The second Asher spoke again, the resonance brushing against him and his entire body shivered. Something made the wolf inside him lift its head and lean forward, ears perked, drawn like metal to a magnetic pull. Kaito’s breath caught. He shouldn’t feel this. He shouldn’t react like this to Asher’s words. He couldn’t be a wolf, couldn’t be a hybrid. How was this even possible. And why now? The air around Asher thickened, his presence settling over Kaito like a warm, grounding weight. Not oppressive, not controlling, just there, steady and sure. Kaito’s racing heartbeat slowed. His trembling eased and the claws scraping inside his chest paused because the wolf… listened. Confusion hit him so hard the room blurred. Why was his wolf responding to Asher? Why only Asher? Why did that deep and gentle voice made something inside Kaito want to move closer, not run? Kaito’s eyes squeezed shut as Asher’s scent, stronger now that his wolf was awake, flooded him in a way he had never experienced. Warm cedar, clean earth, and that underlying alpha note that wrapped around him like a promise he never agreed to but desperately needed. His wolf rumbled. Low, vibrating and foreign. It terrified him but also it comforted him. Kaito had no strength to resist. Not with his wolf pushing upward toward the voice like it belonged there. His eyes lifted but Asher didn’t look dangerous nor judgmental. No. He looked… steady, grounding. Open in a way Kaito had never seen from him before. and something snap softly into place. Not a sound or a physical sensation. A recognition. He knows you. The wolf’s voice wasn’t words—just instinct, emotion, truth. A truth Kaito had read about. A word he never thought would apply to him. A word whispered in old werewolf texts, buried in magical records, dismissed as folklore. The breath whooshed out of him. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be possible.He wasn’t a wolf. He wasn’t a hybrid. He wasn’t…. But Asher’s voice had reached him and calmed him. The wolf inside him had responded like it knew exactly who that voice belonged to. Kaito’s hands shook as he pressed them to his chest, trying to feel the rhythm beneath, his heart pounding in sync with something that wasn’t entirely his. His wolf pushed again, curious, wanting closer to Asher’s scent. Kaito jerked back slightly, breath stuttering. “Asher…” His voice cracked. “What did you do to me?” But even as he asked, he knew the answer wasn’t simple. Because the wolf wasn’t afraid of Asher. It was afraid of being far from him. Kaito swallowed, throat tight. “I felt something,” he whispered, barely audible. “When you spoke. It … reached me. Inside. I don’t even know how to explain it.” His eyes darted away, shame burning hot under his skin. “My wolf responded to you.” Saying it aloud made the world tilt. When he finally looked up again, Asher was standing there and Kaito’s chest squeezed painfully because everything he that was happening was uncertain for him … All new and confusing as he lived all his life as a mage but now … Now he was a hybrid. Half mage and half wolf. And the thing …was waking up because of him. “And I think my wolf knows you.” Kaito whispered, voice trembling. He didn’t say the word but it hung there between them anyway. Mate. He lifted his eyes slowly. Asher stood where he was, grounded, steady, as if ready to catch him without moving an inch. No pressure. No demand. Just… presence. A quiet promise he probably didn’t even realize he was radiating. “How the hell is this even possible? ” His breath trembled as he drew it in, chest still tight but no longer collapsing. The wolf inside him, now disoriented and frighteningly real, had settled into a crouch. Still alert, still confused, but no longer clawing at him from the inside. It was listening. Kaito wasn’t sure if that helped or terrified him more. A low vibration unfurled at the base of his spine, sliding upward like someone dragging warm fingers up the inside of his ribs. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t pleasant. It simply was inevitable, ancient, and intimately familiar in a way that made his pulse stumble. Then a voice, no, not words, not fully, brushed across the inside of his mind. Kaito. His breath hitched, eyes snapped open but the voice didn’t leave. It coiled around his thoughts, smoke-soft and resonant, like something that had waited so long to be acknowledged it barely remembered how to speak. You hear me. Finally. For a terrifying second, he thought he’d gone completely mad. That panic had finally cracked him open and now he was hallucinating voices but the presence felt… protective. “…Who… are you?” he whispered under his breath without meaning to. Inside, the crouched wolf lifted its head, ears forward, its golden-white eyes piercing through the haze of fear. I am you. Well…a part of you they buried. The part they hid… so they couldn’t use you. Or break you. Kaito’s stomach twisted. Hidden? Buried? For your safety. the wolf continued; voice gentled. You were too young. Too unprotected. And they hunted your kind. They still do. So I slept. Waiting. Until you would be old enough. Strong enough. Not alone. Kaito’s throat closed as his eyes lifted instinctively back toward Asher. The wolf’s tone softened, something warm curling at the edges. And until you found him. Kaito’s pulse slammed against his ribs hard enough to hurt. He took half a step back, breath breaking, because he knew … he knew … where this was going. “No,” he whispered. “Don’t … you can’t … ” But the wolf only brushed against his heart, gentle, unwavering. Your protector…Your balance… Your mate. Kaito swayed. The word cracked through him like lightning, bright, searing, undeniable. His wolf didn’t hesitate. He is ours. Kaito’s vision blurred at the edges, reality warping around the weight of those words. His chest tightened so sharply he had to grip the back of a chair to steady himself. Yes he felt attraction towards Asher, I mean who wouldn’t given the display of sweaty muscular body of his, but Kaito never thought this will be so much more. “Uhm … it spoke to me … “ he said looking at Asher explaining the whispers and the sudden silence, not wanting Asher to think that he lost his mind for real.

“Fuck you. Like you get a damn fucking say on my life after the shit you fucking pulled.” Haruhi snapped as he in a fit of rage threw one of his glass containers of cotton balls at Sett, only missing Sett by just a few inches. The glass was easy to shatter and fall to the ground while he took sett in, a deep hatred burning in his eyes while he glared deep into his exs soul. In this moment Haruhi’s hurt hand was the only thing not burning in rage on his body, instead it was dripping with blood and trembling from the searing pain. Haruhi’s eyes held more hurt than his glass embedded did in this moment making him mutter another swear as the rag was getting more and more soaked by the minute before Haruhi finally turned away from Sett. ”You fucking left me half dead…Fucking abandoned like some cheap whore to the mercy of my fucking shit hole parents and society.” Haruhi snapped as he dragged out his medical supplies from a drawer. Setting down an half full bottle of his own personal vodka from under his desk he poured himself a shot and drank it before he worked slowly on pulling out the large pieces of glass from his hand. “You don’t even know the pure Hell! I fucking went through when they found out about you about me. I had nowhere to go no one to turn to….I was trapped in pure hell until they fucking died! Oh but even then you didn’t come back! They were well known in the medical field I mean their funeral services were massive the medical companies mourned them for weeks….and yet it was me all alone fighting through it all.” Haruhi snapped as he focused on the pain and started to stitch his hand closed once he removed the glass letting his pain and anger fuel his clear mind. ”Now! Oh fucking now you show up after I’m finally good…Finally Happy? You want to come crawling back with some bullshit like you fucked up, or you wanna play it off as I chose the wrong place to work? WELL FUCK YOU!” Haruhi yelled as he slammed his fist back into his desk and sank into his chair covering his face as hot tears fell down. ”Shit went south for me right after you abandoned me, I didn’t get prime choices in life…I got what my parents forced and then locked away… I got what I was allowed by their choices…the perfect son. The one arranged to marry and only free after the accident took my life options….I got to go into a fucking shit show of pervy men to learn my skill and deal with shitty boyfriends who knew how easy I could be used!” Haruhi yelled as he threw his arm across his desk the supplies scattering as he laughed broken and gesturing to the office around him and his life in general as he swayed slightly with the motion clearly drunk as he steadied himself the man a complete lightweight. “My last ex burnt down my home. Got me barred from working in the field I killed myself for years to be in….he beat the fucking shit out of me for leaving….he fucking still stalks me I can’t sleep alone or fucking trust anyone…..this may be a “shitty” job…but Mishka is kind to me he stood by me through all of the mess. He cleaned up the problems I was facing and he keeps me safe.” Mishka whispered his voice devoid of all feeling as he looked at Sett. ”It’s more than you ever did when you left me to die.” Haruhi hissed as he poured himself another drink his body shaking in so much pain and anger.

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Asher had been through a battel zone before—violent, physical ones, and the quiet that usally followed after—but nothing prepared him for the sound Kaito made. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even fully formed. Just a soft, strangled breath of a noise, like something uncaged had slipped through the cracks. And it hit Asher like a shockwave. His wolf, who had been pacing restlessly beneath his skin since Kaito pulled away, froze. Then—slowly, deliberately—lifted its head. Every muscle in Asher’s body locked. The air in his lungs went razor-thin. His heartbeat thudded once, hard enough to hurt. Because that sound..that sound. It was instinct-level familiar. In a bone-deep familiar way as his soul recognize something he thought, he had no business feeling. But before the truth could fully surface, Asher shoved it down—hard. He couldn’t afford to glimpse the full shape of it. Not when Kaito was already spiraling and desperately trying to keep distance between them. Asher didn’t take a step forward. Didn’t reach out. Didn’t move. But gods, he wanted to. The wolf inside him wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t even territorial. It was… curious. It leaned toward the faint, fragile flare inside Kaito—not physically, but instinctively. Like catching the barest hint of a scent it had been waiting its whole life to detect without ever knowing it was waiting for it. The impression was faint. A whisper. A flicker. But it was there. A wolf. Half-wild, half-awake, and tied to Kaito in a way that made Asher’s own wolf sit perfectly still while listening. That’s impossible, Asher thought sharply. How could Kaito be a werewolf hybrid? And how hadn’t he fundet out before. Kaito had never showed even a trace of a wolf. He cut the thought off. Right now wasn’t about understanding. It was about Kaito—who could barely breathe, who was terrified of himself, who looked like one wrong move from breaking. So Asher forced his breathing steady. Forced his wolf to heel. Forced himself not to respond to that accidental, instinctive sound Kaito had made—the one that had nearly torn something primal inside him. Because he couldn’t let Kaito see that, not right now. Couldn’t let him feel it. Not when he was already convinced he was dangerous. But the truth settled in Asher’s chest. Because his wolf had recognized it. (Mate.) The word flared inside him so suddenly Asher almost flinched. He didn’t let it show. Didn’t let a single flicker of it reach his face. Not when Kaito was shaking apart in front of him and needed safety, not pressure. He wouldn't deny it. He couldn’t. His wolf wouldn’t let him even if he had wanted to. And he watched Kaito fight to keep control of something he hadn’t asked for, something that was frightening him, reshaping his world from the inside out. “Kaito,” he said, careful and slow as he finally managed to speak, “I hear you but take a deep breath.” No judgement. No fear. His wolf pressed against his ribs, wanting closer, wanting to answer the sound Kaito had made. Wanting to comfort it pair Asher held it back. For Kaito’s sake. He kept his gaze soft, anchored, absolute. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said quietly. “Not now. Not like this.” Asher stood steady, holding himself together with sheer, brutal discipline. While his wolf whispered at the back of his mind—soft, reverent, certain. Mine...mine ..MINE!! Asher pushed his wolf futher down. For the first time in his life, ignoring his wolf felt impossible. Asher hadn’t wanted to use it. Not on Kaito. Not like this. The Alpha charm wasn’t gentle magic. It wasn’t meant for comfort, not truly. It was instinct-driven dominance polished into something useful. A tool that could force a wolf twice his size to drop to its knees if he pushed hard enough. But he knew panic when he saw it. And Kaito was drowning in it. Asher took one slow step closer. His hands stayed at his sides. His posture stayed neutral. Nothing threatening. But inside his chest, he opened a door. And let a little of his wolf’s authority slip out. Just a bit. His voice dropped, deeper than before, threaded with something low and resonant, something no human or mage could detect, but every wolf would feel in their bones. “Kaito,” Asher said, the sound shaped with deliberate, controlled power, “breathe.” The word didn’t echo. But it carried. The Alpha charm wasn’t loud. It was felt, like an invisible weight settling over the air, warm and firm and grounding. A presence more than a command. It pressed gently, guiding rather than forcing. “Steady now.” The resonance in his voice deepened a fraction, brushing over the raw edges of Kaito’s panic like a steadying hand against the back of his neck. Not controlling. Not dominating. Just anchoring. Asher didn’t let it go any stronger than that. If he pushed too hard, the charm would shove Kaito to his knees whether he wanted it or not. And Asher would never do that to him. His jaw clenched as the charm rippled outward, softer this time, coaxing rather than demanding. “You’re safe,” he murmured, the words humming with Alpha calm. “You’re not losing control. You’re just scared.” His wolf leaned into the charm instinctively, but Asher kept it leashed. Tight. Careful. He could feel the moment it reached Kaito—the way the panic in the air shifted, the tension changing texture. Not gone, but no longer spiraling. No longer breaking him apart. Even faint, even restrained, the charm did what it was meant to do: It steadied the wolf inside Kaito. And it steadied Kaito along with it. Asher exhaled slowly, letting the power dim but not close completely. “Good,” he said quietly, eyes locked on Kaito. “Just like that.” The irony wasn’t lost on him. Alpha charm didn’t work on mages. Not even a little. Which meant one thing. It only worked because there was wolf inside Kaito to hear it. His heart twisted painfully at that. Kaito had no idea what was happening to him. No idea what Asher was doing. No idea why it worked. The charm pulsed one final time, soft and warm and grounding. “Look at me,” Asher said gently, though the charm made the words feel bigger, heavier, without ever turning harsh. “You’re not dangerous. Not to me.” A painful truth flickered in him. (You could hurt me, but you wouldn't.) But he kept that truth buried. The charm faded completely, leaving only Asher presence. He inhaled slowly, grounding himself now too. “Kaito,” he said, voice finally normal again, “I promise you. It going to be alright.”