It's Only The Heat [TharnType 18+]

-37- 🌕 Wherever I Go

"So please keep loving me, because our hearts speak fluently. Wherever I go, whatever I do, the map on my heart leads to you. So baby, please keep loving me."
~James TW, 'Please Keep Loving Me'

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*Tharn's POV*

| Five years later |

I lean against the doorframe, admiring the spectacular beauty that I have the honor of calling my mate. Even after being together for six years, I still can't believe how lucky I am.

Type stands in front of a full-length mirror, nervously running his hands over his clothes and smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles. His slender fingers move up to his hair, pushing any stray strands into place. Beyond his nervous movements, I can see something more.

Excitement and pride glows in his eyes. We've both been looking forward to this day for many years, but I know it's different for Type. I always knew this day would happen for me, but Type began to prepare for it only a few years ago.

The day we both officially become the Alphas of the Golden Moon Pack.

Being born an Alpha, I knew from a young age that I would one day take over the pack. But Type was born an omega; the lowest status among wolves. Yet, that title never mattered to me. Type was always Type, no matter what. And today, he finally gets to shed his former title of omega and take on the one of Alpha, in front of every single person who ever thought of him as weak.

And I couldn't be more fucking proud to be by his side.

| Flashback - 20 years ago |

"Tharn, there's someone we want you to meet," my mom said to me. "Years ago, a dear friend of mine moved away from our pack to be closer to her sick mother. She's recently moved back with her family, and they have a son your age. He could be a good friend to you. Would you like to meet him?"

I smiled widely. "Yeah!"

My mom took my hand, leading me out of my room and into the living room. I saw two grown-ups talking to my dad, and a smaller boy like me sitting on the ground.

I ran over to him, startling him with my overeager attitude. "Hi! I'm Tharn!"

"I'm Type," he said, straightening his back.

"Wanna come play in my room?" I asked, ignoring his obvious glare.

"Sure."

I grinned and grabbed his arm, pulling him behind me up the stairs. I closed the door behind us, proudly beaming while showing off my room and my toys.

"I know why you brought me up here," Type said, his small fists clenched at his side.

"Huh?"

"You wanted to brag about being an Alpha," Type jammed a finger at my chest accusingly. "You wanted to make fun of me for being an omega! Everyone makes fun of me!"

"N-No I didn't!" I stuttered, eyes wide. "I didn't know you were an omega!"

He stopped, tilting his head to the side in a way I secretly found adorable.

But don't tell him that.

"You didn't smell it on me?" He questioned suspiciously.

I shook my head. "My dad said wolves should sniff each other to find out what kind of wolf they are, but I don't really like to."

"Why not?"

"I don't really care. I just want to make friends."

"You... you wanna be my friend?"

"Yeah!" I grinned. "My mom said you would be a good friend, and my mom is always right!"

"You really don't care that I'm an omega?"

"Why would I?" I asked, genuinely confused. "It doesn't change what kind of person you are."

Type stared at me before slowly smiling. "Yeah, okay!"

I showed him my favorite toys, letting him play with whatever he wanted. I didn't even get upset when he accidentally broke my action figure! I was just happy to have a new friend!

"Type! It's time to go!"

We ran down the stairs back to our parents. Type climbed into his dad's lap with the biggest smile on his face.

"Dad! Can we come back soon? I wanna play some more with Tharn!"

Type's dad smiled and ruffled his hair. "Of course. Whenever you boys want."

Type giggled, hugging his dad. "Thanks, dad!"

| Present day |

"Dad!"

Can bursts into the room through the back door with wide eyes, running straight for Type. He wraps his arms around Type's leg, hugging him tight. Type smiles and leans down to pick up our son, balancing Can on his hip. I stay quiet, watching the two that are still oblivious to my presence.

"What is it?" Type asks him.

"H-He's chasing me!" Can whines, snuggling into Type's arms.

"Who?"

Another small boy dashes into the room breathlessly. "Can!" He shouts, glaring at my son. "You stole my snacks!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

The boy growls — at least, his best attempt at a growl — before advancing towards my frightened son and very amused mate.

"Tin!" Champ scolds, running into the room and grabbing his son by the arm. "I told you not to bother the Alphas today." He looks up at Type with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Type."

Type shakes his head with a grin. "Don't worry about it. Kids, right?"

Champ chuckles. "You're not wrong." He turns back to Tin with a stern expression. "If you and Can can't play nicely, you won't be able to play together at all."

Tin frowns at that while Type looks down at Can.

"Did you steal his snacks?" Type asks him.

"No!"

"Cantaloupe."

"Yes," Can mumbles, hanging his head in shame.

Type sighs, setting Can on the ground. "If you did something wrong, you need to apologize. Tell Tin that you're sorry."

Can shuffles over to Tin, looking up at him shyly. "Sorry, Tin."

"Good," Type nods his head approvingly. "Go down to the kitchen and ask your grandmother nicely if she will make some snacks for you and Tin."

Can flashes a toothy grin before grabbing Tin's wrist and dragging him along down to the kitchen.

Champ slumps in an empty chair, rubbing his temples. Type chuckles and places a hand on his shoulder.