1 The Scent of Apples, The Allure of Mystery
The sharp powerful scent of apple pie leaked through the partially shut door. Curious Leona opened it to lean in (and maybe ask for a slice).
However the pitch black room greeted him and the notes of something bordering on panic told him no food was in this room. But he'd stepped in already.
"Close the fucking door!" the voice, obviously the omega in heat yells.
Quickly and almost obediently he obliges.
No sooner than he does he feels the almost enrapturing weight of the scent of apple pie.
"Uh- sorry, I was expecting a late night snack." He tries lamely.
Carefully and gingerly he nears the boy, smart enough not to let his natural instincts as an alpha get the best of him.
"Mmm," he moans softly, clearly enjoying the touch. The boy sounds like he could be about his age.
His eyes open, flashing a poisonous green and currently in an angry flushed expression.
"Haaa... I did something reckless and now I'm paying for it ," the boy shifts as if he wants to move closer but can't seem to decide if he really wants that.
"Did you let an alpha in rut scent you?" He asked, almost tempted to back up. But if he wasn't here now then he probably didn't want the alpha....
"It's none of your business!" He snapped. His expression shifts, at least his eyes do. "But yeah, I didn't know at first until he tried grabbing me."
"Oh," Leona swallowed. "Should I call the poli-" he started.
"He's been dealt with," the boy said looking off to his left.
Leona nods, not minding that in the darkness the other boy can't see such.
"Really you should have just minded your business and ignored me," a put upon huff. His arms wrapped around Leona's frame, leaning into the warmth. He didn't even seem to care that Leona was still fully clothed.
"Hey.. hold on... Are you sure you want to do this with me?" He halts, stopping the other with a hand blocking his waist.
Green eyes stare at him, idly he wonders if the boy can discern anything about him, his true identity or if he also had no idea who he was.
"Since you're here," the boy pants, what little bit of his control he had quickly fraying. He grabs Leona's shirt rubbing it against his forehead. The very damp cloth touches his skin and he almost shivers.
Cautiously he feels off the scent blocker and lets him inhale the scent of chocolate and mahogany.
It almost balances the chaos of the erratic apple pie.
"I'll use you," he decides, completely slumping into his admittedly surprised embrace. The apple pie sort of settles, panic fading from the scent entirely, effectively sending a calm over himself and causing a feedback loop of comfort and consent. It would have fooled anyone who didn't know they were strangers into thinking they were lovers.
He relaxes into Leona's embrace.
"Sure," Leona mutters, though internally he has no idea what this mystery omega wants.
The next morning he shifts and gets up before vaguely remembering the previous night and looks around for his clothes. Or a hope of the omega from before.
Despite the scents of apple pie, chocolate and mahogany, and the noticeable scent of sex, the boy isn't present and neither is his shirt.
A sharp force pokes him in the chest, jolting his attention back to the right.
"Excuse you?" He scolds instantly at the unwanted contact.
The guy, slightly older than him has a odd look. "Did we have -" he asked
Leona bites back the urge to roll his eyes. "Obviously not,"
"Oh good, I had to make sure because it was just me and you when I woke up. And ... You're completely naked of the two of us," he deflates.
He wasn't here when you woke up?"
"No, and I rented this hotel room so we'd properly be alone," the guy seems genuinely disappointed. Good.
It becomes apparent rather quickly that this is the alpha who tried to assault the omega from before. The door is shut and it seems like it hasn't been opened since when he entered. Meaning that the guy had been in the room the entire time he and the unnamed omega had sex. Unconscious.
"What about my date?" He asks.
"I don't think guys who take advantage of him are his type," Leona remarks grabbing and putting on his underwear and pants.
He remembers something and smirks. "Sorry, attempt to take advantage of him," he corrected with a smirk.
The guy scowls. "Get out of my hotel room,"
"Happy to leave!" Leona throws back opening and shutting the door with a slam.
[Three Days Later]
Before Leona could even consider the soda pop sitting on the ice, the leader, Calloway Lenyx says something he hoped he'd never hear.
"...!" his eyes widen in disbelief.
"WHAT?" Leona yells.
"You heard me," Calloway says simply. Uncaring of the look of shock on the other hand members' faces. His burnt orange eyes stare darkly at Leona's leaf green ones.
"YOU CAN'T BE FUCKING SERIOUS!?" he blurts, feeling his amusement from earlier in the week disappearing.
"you want to disband!?" He shouts. "WHY!?"
His friend of five years hesitates. The taller boy's features twist as if he just out a lemon in his mouth.
"You can't just spring that on us like it's nothing!" Leona practically roars.
"You expect me to just accept that -"
"I don't care what you think." Calloway shakes his head. "I've made my decision."
"After being together for so long - DO WE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?" Leona demands grabbing for Calloway's jacket.
"Alright that's enough." Sammi comments grabbing him and trying to restrain him. Aiona and Murielle watching in silent surprise.
"Dammit Sammi Put me down!! The fuck-" Leona protests. His gaze catches him leaving.
"Where do you think you're going!?" Leona yells.
"So that's it? You're leaving just like that?" He breaks free to grab his jacket and demand.
"What are we supposed to do then?"
"....." Calloway pauses at the door.
"Figure it out.. Unlike some of us you're an heir you should probably go live that life again," the taller boy scoffs.
"Quit following me around, it makes you look like a child," Calloway says coldly.
"This whole thing you're doing? With us? It's just a childish rebellion. It's time you grow out of it,"
"NO-"Leona tried to continue arguing.
"Quit trying to pick a fight dumbass. You'll just get into more trouble than it's worth," Sammi hisses in his ear.
"No! Fuck this! Get back here!" Leona yells.
"Get back here!!" he demands chasing after him.
He dashes out into the street uncaring of his surroundings or the cars. They do not care about his safety - dressed as just another high school hoodlum instead of a royal prince.
He catches the scent of apple pie and it startles him. He looks up seeing a familiar silhouette - one with uncanny poisonous green eyes and-
His vision fades to black.
He wakes up in an alleyway, probably not far from the usual hangout place.
"Did I get my ass handed to me by someone- something?" He mutters, correcting himself out of habit.
Staggering to his feet he leans on the side of the building as he gets his bearings.
Catching his reflection in a window he gets his teeth as he notes how disheveled he is now.
"Fuck. Lauren's gonna give me an earful. I look like shit-" he notes with a grimace the longer he stares.
A tap on the glass has him realizing it is a window not a mirror as he registers the rapt attention of a grey cat with pale green eyes and a white cat amber colored eyes.
He looks around and sees it's a street he vaguely remembers. Auburn Hills Road, where the new pet store opened a few months ago.
It's open.
He glances at the cats again.
Well it wouldn't hurt, and if he spins his story right, he could have an alibi as to why he looks so awful right now.
He enters and is hit with a visage of a stunning ethereal boy. In addition to the harsh glare of the lights.
The boy is about his age, around eighteen with a strong jawline, lustrous ink black hair, and stunning green eyes that might be equated to poisonous acid.
Although it suited him well and gave him a briefly intimidating look- out of place among the squawking parrots - until he noticed him and smiled.
The smile was disarmingly radiant and melted away the initial sharpness of his features.
"Welcome to Carver's Pet Store at Auburn Hills Road! How can I assist you?"