No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 63: The Night Will Be Very Long

Oliver realizes what his brother must be thinking right now, which makes him pull away from him like he’s making him sick. He indeed said hurtful words to him this morning, but he was not in a normal state.

Now that he sees the recoil and disgust on his brother’s innocent face, he says to himself that he’s the one who made him this way. Because of him, he now realizes that his behavior towards him is a tad suspicious and inappropriate.

He placed his hand over his mouth, realizing his gourd as his eyes widened in dread. "No, no," he said to himself, "not that, please. I didn’t mean it that way, and I don’t want you to change your habits with me. I was just beside myself and said foolish things with that foul mouth of mine."

"I know you’re my brother, and you love me as I love you, but don’t let my words sway you, and what’s between these boys doesn’t concern us. For us, it’s different. I know it."

But it’s all in his head; he’s saying it. Perth doesn’t even realize he’s freaking out badly right now, he’s way too wrapped up in his scary thoughts, and his whole truth believed to be concerned about his brother’s emotional and moral state.

"Is what I feel for my brother like what’s between these two? Was what he said this morning true? Is it possible for two brothers to be attracted to each other by carnal desires?"

"No, no, it’s not possible; what am I talking about? Stop saying nonsense Perth. These are nonsense and stupid questions. For now, this is not what is important. Your brother is a wolf, and tonight is the full moon. He will indeed have his first transformation. Why not prepare yourself mentally to face this new reality?"

Suddenly, the question Marc and the others were asking themselves without voicing it out surfaces in his head... "shit, something is missing," he told himself, turning abruptly to his brother.

He found him in this odd position, with his right hand covering his mouth as if to prevent a cry of fright from escaping it and his eyes wide open, foggy with tears ready to leave their sockets and go for a roll or two on the ground.

"What?" He says, "what is wrong, Oli?" He asks him while reducing the distance he had put between them. The indescribable dread he read on his brother’s face made him forget why he suddenly pulled away from him a minute or two ago.

Panicked, Oliver did not know what to answer; he did not expect the latter to turn to him so abruptly on a whim. He does not understand what is happening with his brother, and knowing him, he will not tell him so as not to frighten or confuse him even more.

So he’s afraid to tell him too why he’s in this state, lest that thought tormenting him won’t be the same one crushing Perth, lest he wakes up something in his head that wasn’t even there. He’s already upset him enough this morning, so there is no need for him to start putting another layer of it on.

He struggled with his brother for a moment, who was trying to take his hand off his mouth because he hadn’t figured out what to say to him yet to explain the weird expression he had on, and Perth is smart; he has to he finds something believable so as not to arouse his suspicions.

So he did the dumbest, most believable thing he could think of. He bites his tongue with all his might until he tastes blood flooding in his mouth, then with big nods, he tries to make his brother understand that he bit his tongue.

God only knows what humans are willing to do to keep a loved one close to them, and they can be mean and very selfish in these circumstances.

This is an incident that happened to him all the time when he was a child. He liked to talk while eating. Teasing his silent brother most of the time, and every time he bit his tongue, but it’s been a long time already since he didn’t have this little problem, they grew up, and they changed, but some things remained the same despite everything.

Like this need he always feels every time his brother goes away from him. He needs to stay back by his side, hold his hand, and never let go of him, even for a second. And to keep it the same as it used to, he had to resort to this somewhat extreme means.

Even cut out his tongue so that his brother doesn’t realize he let go of his hand when he saw these boys in each other’s arms and understands his dreadful expression is due to his deduction action. He would do it repeatedly because all that mattered was his brother staying by his side and no one else.

He was ready to work his ass off to offer them a roof far from their mother and her craziness without his brother needing to move a little finger, so cutting his tongue was the least he could do to keep him by his side.

"Ah, Oli, when the hell are you going to grow up?’ Perth complained about his brother’s clumsiness. "Come on, let’s clean this wound and see if it’s deep, ok."

Oliver nods relieved that it worked; he sighs inwardly, whistling from foot to foot in his head. He knew Perth would forget to think of anything else if the excuse was believable enough, and it’s not easy to come up with a good one when it comes to convincing Perth. His brother is sharp and quick.

When the latter takes his hand as usual without realizing his gesture, Oliver smiles and sighs in relief while Perth begins to lead him down the stairs. He lets himself be, staring at their hands, their intertwined fingers.

’My brother is the best,’ this one says to himself. ’I want us to stay like this and nothing more to disturb our friendship. ’I want you always to find the way to my hand no matter how difficult the time is with us, so please never let go of me.’

He would have liked to say those words to him out loud, as Perth would have done if that was his wish, because it is in his nature to say whatever comes into his head to his brother, as long as it concerns both of them.

The storm passes, and Oliver tells himself that he is out of danger for the moment, but now he is afraid that the show of affection between the boys of this new house will not be like some trigger in his brother’s head to keep him away from his reach.

Nevertheless, someone in this story feels entirely in his element, although he still doesn’t believe Howie dared to flirt with his mate, inviting him to his room. What a dick!

At the time, he completely forgot that Ash, as he called him, hates with all his might people enter his room like a mill. Even his father respects that.

By the way, he called him Ash and not H like the twins used to distinguish himself from them. He hates the fact that they are so close to him.

Only the twins had allowed themselves to do this without worrying about the mood of the master of the place, and until now, he does not know why he was not angry with them the morning they landed in his room uninvited.

The worst part is that he wasn’t even surprised to see them there. It’s as if he was waiting for them, knowing they would eventually come to his house and whether he liked it.

If El thought instead of being led by the nose by the emotions running through him, he would realize the trap. He would recognize that Howie was thinking about taking Theo with him, but it was a way to get him to react.

Theo is this hive of honey that he shakes under his nose. Still, he does everything to avoid succumbing to temptation, not only because of their minor inconvenience but also because of his misplaced pride, since that famous day at the janitor’s closet.

The sound of their legged-up session keeps buzzing in his head like a reminder whenever he wants to change his tactics to court Theo as a good gentleman.

Howie said to himself that if he felt like his honey would be taken away from him by someone else under his nose, surely it would make him react, and he did.

A bear remains a bear even if the latter knows the inconvenience of touching the hive. It will do it anyway while struggling like a poor devil against bee stings.

It was enough to enchant him for the latter to forget his barriers and erect them between him and Howie instead of him and Theo.

He wonders if it’s a dream he’s having or if he has Theo in his arms for a second time, and this time he’s completely naked. He doesn’t consider this apron clothing, given his skin’s softness against his.

This same Theo he wanted to touch, to whisper things in his ear, to tease and do even more daring things to him; some are sane, and others are insane. Still, he couldn’t, because ’every time they meet all the erotic movies he plays in his head with the other as a happy and satisfied protagonist turn into nightmares, because they fight all the time, his ego is too big.

They hurt themselves for not being able to realize their fantasies or their primary needs. They have taken to harming themselves to keep their contact fresh and alive. If only thus, can they renew them, then so be it.

El is the one who suffers the most from this situation since he is the one who has been linked to the other without them knowing what is happening to them, without the latter being sure of these strange feelings that invade him whenever they are near each other.

It’s true that Theo feels this powerful attraction between them. It has become unbearable for him to stay away from El, even if he has done everything to stay on his side of the line by throwing himself body and soul at his physical activities, which become more and more intense and challenging to follow. His pack member no longer follows him in the training area to such an extent. They train at their own pace by letting him fight this invisible enemy alone, some worried about his state of mind.

When he learned that Wood Hill has a university program, he thought, why not?

He jumped at the chance a few days after the ambush. He spent these few days fighting with El, following them everywhere to be able to talk to them. It was not just their personality or identity that attracted and intrigued him, but there was also something else.

Something he didn’t know the provenance or the identity and something he wasn’t ready to feel.

This smell emanates from El when he fights with him and the attraction, he feels towards him. He thought it was weird that he felt attracted to the boy who broke his jaw since he’s not some sadistic crank, he wanted to ignore them and started thinking otherwise without success, and here he is today.

He told himself it was because they played tough. They played the hard-to-get guys; that was why he was so attracted to them because nothing and no one had ever resisted him before. But unfortunately, he didn’t have the same attraction to Howie.

When he meets them, it is not on Howie that his gaze lingers but on El. It’s not Howie who played with every sense on his body and attracted him like a damn magnet.

The Rufus has never heard of the fated mate. They have always lived frivolously and free from all cumbersome sentimental attachments and social chains to put them in a cage, close them in a category, in a social order to be respected. They can be whatever they want; they can live whatever style of life they want; it doesn’t matter.

But they have a particular story, a legend that says if the alpha finds his golden blood, he will be invincible, and his pack will be decisive.

The union of these two exceptional beings was written in the stars a long time ago, during a sacred ritual of coupling them under a full-blood moon in their animal form, surrounded by their park member. Chanting and dancing to invite the goddess to assist them will confer to the entire pack the power to control their stress and control their uncontrollable transformation as a pureblood does to become strong, each member indiscriminately.

All their capacity increases by ten, and they will face their opponent regardless of their size. Still, they remain inferior to the purebloods who are born killers, savages, and ferocious and ruthless predators.

Unfortunately, golden blood is as rare as the British Guiana 1c Magenta itself. So, they don’t even think about this legend; the ritual is far too corny for Theo’s tastes.

While they are both lost in their respective thoughts, wondering what will happen next, Bravael continues to carry El to his bedroom like a newlywed. They both wonder a little what can be going on in the other’s head at the moment.

When he arrived in front of his bedroom door, his heart started to beat very quickly, which prompted Theo to raise his head towards him, giving him an image, he had never had of him.

He looked so vulnerable to him, cuddled up in his arms like that, helpless and without his haughty air, his lips quivering as he met El’s gaze, who bit his own before putting him down almost abruptly, causing Theo to almost lose his balance. Still, he was quick enough this time to avoid flattening himself at El’s feet on the floor.

He quickly turned from him to walk away, throwing those few words over his shoulder in a harsh voice that pierced Theo’s heart like poisoned arrows.

Find something to cover yourself adequately inside, and then you can go home when you feel ready.

Theo closed his eyes, wincing as if every word brought his share of pain, and El also felt what was going through him. Suddenly, he could not take another step away from him as he wanted to.

He turned back to this one again, leaning against the door frame, his face contorted in pain while keeping his eyes closed as if he was afraid to see the other move away from him, as if the fact of Seeing him walk away again would make it real.

He whispers a few incomprehensible words while El is in the front row to witness the suffering he does not understand. "Why did this have to fall on me?" he whispered a little more clearly this time, "why do you have to treat me like this all the time, hm?"

El closes the distance between them slowly with each step he takes toward him without knowing why or how.

He would have liked these steps to take him away instead of bringing him a little closer to this trembling Theo, but his desire to run away and his need to hug him to reassure him are two different things. They each have their own will and purpose. He is only a toy in their hands, without any choice.

"So may the most vital win," he says to himself. He lets himself be done like an instrument.

When he reached Theo’s height, he hesitated to touch him. He brushed off that lock of unmanageable hair that didn’t want to stay away from his face, which went into his mouth every time his lips moved.

That unruly lock of hair prevents him from admiring the sensual movement of his lusciously pretty lips, which begin to play with his sens and nerves going all the way to his head like a nasty drug, making him dizzy and almost enchanted.

He stopped dead in his tracks, passed a wary hand in his eyes, clenched his fists, and started screaming in his head like a madman. Before two crystalline tears began rolling down his cheeks, "it doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t right," he cried.

"He has a boyfriend. I don’t want to get into this shit any deeper than I already am."

"I don’t want to feel that way if he has to date someone else; if he’s already given his heart to someone else, let it stay that way."

"Why me, why am I always the third wheel and even for the one who is supposed to be my mate, something I never believed in? Here I am today."

He got ready once more to change his mind. This time decided to get away from Theo once and for all. But this one opened his eyes and grabbed his arm, preventing him from finishing his gesture and forcing him to turn towards him.

"I’m used to wanting something that’s not mine, and I’m accustomed to fighting that needs to respect that person’s choices and desires. I can do it again with Theo. It’s not the first time, so I’ll be fine as usual, that’s for sure."

But when he met Theo’s gaze, his eyes filled with stifled tears, all his resolve shattered, all his little talk he could handle once again flew away, leaving him alone in front of this almond-eyed boy who has nothing to do with the one he used to rub shoulders with.

He leaned over, just a little since they’re almost the same height, he’s just an inch or two taller than Theo, and he trapped his lips in his warm mouth, which snatched a sensual, sweet moan from Theo at the touch of their lips.

The moan gave El a warm feeling that invaded his lower abdomen and his stomach while his belly was filled with butterflies flying everywhere, and all he wanted now was to have more. He wants to hear him moan even more and louder because he likes the effect it has had on him.

Howie lifted his head to the ceiling as if he could see them from where he was standing, and his father gave him a shocked look, "no, don’t tell me they... oh no, please heavens, why me?"

"Do you want to come with me?" Howie asks him... "to bring the dogs to Ayke and give them some time together. I think they need it."