Primal Instinct

Fear coiled itself around Mabel’s heart as she watched the sun lower. Now only a sliver of light peaking over the tall forest. Fear, for her brothers safety as she continued rocking back in forth on the porch chair. Finger’s busying themselves with her latest masterpiece, a sweater for her mate.

Her fingers tugging with each stitch harsher than usual. Pacifica looked up, smelling the scent of distress her mate was giving off. She putting down the mess of string she was attempting to untangle—Mabel had a habit of just clumping her yarn together and shoving it in her craft box.

Pacifica always told Mabel that those eyes gave away everything she was feeling. The color resembled melted chocolate, melted with the overwhelming heat of love her had within her. Pacifica had fallen in love with those eyes from the very beginning. She always had a certain tenderness in her heart for anyone, she saw the good in everything.

Even a broken girl that shoved everyone away.

The pair clashed at the beginning, Pacifica being set in her petty ways. While Mabel did everything to defend her self, but still somehow crack at Pacifica’s hard exterior; until finally—with time— she broke down those walls. Their relationship only blossomed from their, slowly fading from friendship to something more.

Pacifica stared at her mate now, her face was slackened; her brows furrowed - eyes darting about in concern as if she were searching for something. Pacifica gave her mate a tap on the leg, concern lacing her words as she spoke.

“Is everything ok?”

Mabel jumped, her eyes widened in surprise as she sought out her mate’s gaze.

“Dipper”—Mabel frowned—”hes late.”

"I’m sure Dipper is fine, he’s a pines after all. Besides you know how much he loves the forest.” Pacifica reassured—caressing her girlfriend’s hand gently.

Mabel squeezed the others hand, her thumb rolling over pale knuckles. She nodded, but the worry that marred her features persisted. Pacifica hated the distress her mate was in. She reached a free hand behind her and grabbed the knotted ball of yarn. Swinging it between the two a teasing smile tugging her lips—in a hope to take her mind off things.

“Now, tell me what is this about?”

Mabel laughed, her demeanor shifting significantly. Pacifica felt relief course through her when she saw that familiar braced smile. The tension in Mabel’s face eased up and Pacifica found her self joining in on the laughter.

Both so consumed with the other's joy as they sat on that porch, hand in hand.

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Dipper was in a predicament.

He prodded at his swollen ankle and instantly flinched at the contact. The stranger he had ‘met’ moments ago was kneeling over a small stream, dampening a piece of fabric in the water. The situation he had landed himself in was severe, Not only was he an Alpha, but a hunter. Dipper was frazzled when he sprung to his feet moments ago, but couldn’t even speak before he went crashing down once again.

The Alpha had helped him move over to a shady spot, but not without teasing him mercilessly. Dipper only bit his tongue because he was in no shape to even walk. His ankle was pretty banged up, extremely bruised and swollen. A small trickle of blood leaked down the back of his calf, probably caught it on a thorn.

Only he had bigger things to worry about, like the dead animal not even ten feet away from him.

The metallic smell of blood was starting to make Dipper woozy. He stared into the Deer’s lifeless gaze, before looking over the hole in it’s skull. The animal had definitely been a recent kill, fur matted with wet blood. No part of it looked as though it had been picked apart by other animals and the eyes were still so damp, fresh.

The stranger stood, walking towards Dipper whilst wringing out the soaked fabric. He knelt before the Omega, dabbing the small cut with surprising tenderness.

“So.” The stranger looked up. ”Wanna tell me what that all was about?”

Dipper flushed in anger, his emotions hitting him all at once. Was this guy really that dimwitted?

“Are you kidding me?!” Dipper exploded.

“I hear a gunshot and come running to find a dead deer! its not even hunting season!” The brunette fumed, pointing an accusing finger right in the Alpha’s face.

“I should report you.”

He expected to be yelled at, maybe even struck for showing such a display of defiance towards an alpha, but he sure as hell didn't expect him to laugh.

A high pitched one, that made him uneasy. Dipper crossed his arms over his chest and curled into himself, sulking.

“It’s not funny.” Dipper insisted, frowning.

A tan hand shot up to cover the laughter that so desperately wanted to escape at the sight of the Omega’s pout. Although he soon seemed to calm down, shooting the other a sly grin. Moving his hand’s to tie the damp fabric around his injured leg—speaking as he worked.

“Its technicality already hunting season.”

“it’s June.” Dipper deadpanned.

“What’s your name?” The man asked, completely ignoring Dipper’s previous words.

Dipper tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed tightly. Was this guy joking?

“Stop avoiding the question, why are you hunting out here?”

The other lifted his head, eyes suddenly twinkling with mischief. Dipper flinched when the other finished tying the makeshift bandage, pulling it a bit tighter than needed. Soon after he re-positioned Dipper’s foot before he answered, inspecting his ankle that only seemed to grow increasingly worse with time. He needed to get ice on it, fast.

“How ‘bout a deal then?” He started, eye darkening momentarily.

“Name for an answer?”

“Deal,” Dipper agreed slipping his hand into the much larger one that was offered. Seeing no harm in his words. He stiffened at the contact—for someone with such a warm personality, his skin was so cold.

Dipper suddenly felt very small as the Alpha stared at him expectantly. He dug his hands nervously into the grass beneath him. Maybe it wouldn’t be the best idea to give his name to a strange Alpha he had only just met. Only this man was a willing to tell him why he killed that poor creature. With that in mind, maybe he could somehow talk the other into leaving this forest and it’s residents alone.

“My name’s Dipper” He replied finally and the man’s lips curled upward.

“Dipper huh?” The other tested his name, popping the two syllables off his tongue slowly.

Dipper crossed his arms over his chest, indignantly. “That’s what I said, now answer my question.”

The man rose an impressed brow, his eye alight with amusement. Dipper always seemed to get the same surprised look when he met these arrogant type Alphas. As if every Omega they came across was expected to get on their knees and present themselves like they were theirs for the taking. With Omega’s becoming such a rarity, the rules became less strict and Omega’s earned their freedom.

“I’m Bill, but thanks for asking” he joked before continuing, “As for the question you seem so determined to know the answer to.”

Bill paused, the air suddenly changing from light to extremely suffocating in an instant—Alpha . Dipper’s instincts went into overdrive and was absolutely horrified at the tiny whimper that fled his lips in reaction. Not even caring that Bill was gripping his chin rather roughly—as long as those hands remained on him.

“It was fun.”

Dipper felt like someone had dumped freezing water on him.Too say he was angry was an understatement, no words could actually describe the searing heat that burned through Dipper’s veins in a fit of rage. Ripping his face from Bill’s hold before standing up to his best ability. He wobbled for a moment before finding his balance.

The enraged teen collected his things in a rush. Hopping on his one good leg in too upset to even be embarrassed, ignoring the others pleads to calm down. He couldn’t believe he thought maybe he could reason with someone like that, Because it was fun.

Dipper’s eyes filled with tears much to his dismay. Anger began to transform into sadness—sadness for the Deer. People that hunted for sport sickened Dipper to his very core, the forest’s inhabitants were as important to him as the forest itself.

“Leave me alone!” Dipper barked, shaking off the concerned hand that kept reaching for him.

“Dipper—”

“No, don’t even call me that!” Dipper interrupted harshly, not looking back.

Dipper attempted to put weight on his foot. He was just so desperate to be home and away from this damned Alpha, but it only seemed to worsen his situation. He fell to the ground for the second time in one day. A low whine passing his lips as he laid limp on the ground, letting out a weak noise of protest when a pair of arm’s scooped him up—bridal style.

“Put me down.” Dipper demanded, but his words only came out strained and weak.

“Hush.” Bill only said one word, but it shut Dipper up instantly. Since meeting him, Dipper had never heard Bill’s tone so authoritative.

“You’re hurt and i’m taking you home,” Bill looked down at Dipper, his words absolute and leaving no room for protest.

”So tell me how to get you there.”

Dipper obeyed.

The walk back was silent. Dipper curled up in the arm’s of the person who caused all of this. He wanted to make a snappy remark on how he left his trophy behind, but something about the look in his eye sent that thought running.

Dipper opened his mouth determined to say something, but the words died on his tongue as soon as he spotted his house in the distance. Dipper grinned ear to ear at the sight of leftover yarn strewn messily over the porch. Hopefully meaning his sister wasn’t worrying herself sick over his disappearance, a part of Dipper thought Pacifica would be the one to thank later for that.

“Put me down—I can walk from here,” Dipper spoke up.

Bill set him down slowly, offering an arm to lean on. It went ignored.

A sigh of relief fell from Dipper’s lips when he tested his foot once again. It seemed alot better—well better enough for him to get inside. Once he found his footing he paused, thinking of his next words before he voice them. It was obvious Bill was hunting for sport and no law was going to stop him. So Dipper needed to take action, quickly.

“I have another deal,” Dipper said and Bill perked up at this.

“If you promise not to hunt anymore I’ll come back everyday and we will explore the forest, together.” Dipper’s voice oozed with spite, but Bill paid no mind.

He seemed to radiate with new found energy, just as bright as the sun. His swung a hand in front of him once again, grasping the small Omega’s hand in an iron grip—sealing their fates.

“Geez! You've got yourself a Deal!”