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Splash.
The sounds of footsteps hitting the wet, concrete floor reverberate throughout the empty road.
A hooded figure can be seen taking a leisurely jog on the sidewalk, arms in her pockets, gaze shifting between the road in front of her and the sun slowly peaking above the horizon.
She continues for a while before slowing down into a stop, her eyes now focused on the view.
A part of the blue sky gradually shifts and blends with hues of warm oranges and vibrant yellows. She stares as a glowing orb rises, illuminating her surroundings with its warmth.
She glances to her sides, head slightly tilted, scanning her surroundings for any source of life in the vicinity. She sees none.
But she's cautious. Always cautious.
She takes a deep breath, putting her sensitive nose to the test.
Nothing. Just the smell of morning dew, freshly cut grass, and the scents of her mates fill her senses.
She takes another look and gets the same result.
For a moment she watches, basking in its light, hands no longer in hiding, sleeves rolled above her elbows. The hood of her clothes no longer hides her features, revealing purple hair and iridescent lines dancing across her skin.
Her purple hair, tied up in a simple ponytail, sways along with the wind.
She closes her eyes and lets herself feel the wind and sunlight on her skin; smell the morning day mixing with the scents of her mates. She hums in contentment, a purr on the back of her throat slowly revving up.
Oh how she loves mornings.
When she opens her eyes, she's greeted to the sight of warm orange and calm green on her skin, the colors reflecting her environment.
She pulls her phone up and creates a small heart with her fingers and takes a picture of it alongside the sunrise.
7:03 AM
Princess 💜 👑 sent an image.
Her fingers hover over the power button, ready to turn it off. She's not really expecting a response at this time, she knows her mates are still fast asleep and are the farthest thing from a morning person like she is.
Buzz.
A notification pop-up.
A pleasant surprise.
7:07 AM
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: Dats me!
Princess 💜 👑: It is. The only difference is that you're not normally awake at this time.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: Hey! I can be a morning person too!
Princess 💜 👑: Hm.
Wildfire🔥🩷: Me when I lie.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: Arent you cooking rn?
Wildfire🔥🩷: I am get ur ass off bed and help me if youre such a morning person.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: I lied the beds too comfy🥺🥺🥺
Wildfire🔥🩷: I’ll give you a kiss.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: OMW.
A soft chuckle escapes her lips as she watches the conversation between the two, she sets her phone inside her pocket and continues her light jog.
She’s stopped in her tracks when her phone vibrates multiple times.
7:21 AM
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: btw @Princess 💜 👑 rumi
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: rums
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: Ru
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: Baby
Princess 💜 👑: Yeah?
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: have you seen my hoodie?
Princess 💜 👑: Maybe.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: Mira’s asking if you stole her pants.
Princess 💜 👑: Perhaps.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: aww baby if you wanted to take a walk with us you could've woken us up.
Princess 💜 👑: And deal with two grumpy alphas? No thank you.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: we won't be grumpy if its you jagiya💓.
Princess 💜 👑: Then maybe next time.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: 🫶🫶🫶
She feels a gentle tug in her chest, a slight pull on the strings that tie them together, urging her to go home.
She agrees, it's time to go back.
Her feet move much slower than before, wanting to enjoy the outdoors a little longer.
Another buzz.
7: 37 AM
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: Rumiiiiii can you buy orange juice otw back?
Princess 💜 👑: Of course.
Sunshine 🐢 😎 ☀️: yayyyyyy tyyyyy 😙 ill give you a real kiss later 😉
She walks a little faster.
Princess 💜 👑: Looking forward to it.
“Heyyyyy—there pretty girl.”
An obnoxious smell infiltrates her senses alongside the sounds of slurred words.
Her nose scrunches in disgust.
“What's a lone omega doing here so early in the morningggg? Such a prettyyyyyy smell too…”
Close. Too close.
She feels an arm reaching for her, she immediately ducks away and faces the dumbass that can't tell that she's taken.
The man stumbles, almost falling flat on his face, but was unfortunately able to catch himself at the last second.
Were the scents of her clothes not enough?
She takes a sniff.
Mira and Zoey.
The obnoxious smell and—.
It hits her.
Alcohol.
“Tsk.”
Just her luck.
“Sorry babessss, was that tooooo forward? We can take it slowww.” The man takes a step forward and she takes a step back.
“Sir, you're drunk. You should take a seat.” She says through gritted teeth, trying her best to not let her annoyance slip through.
Her pheromones tell another story though.
The man recoils from the smell and takes the hint. “Oh, I’m sorryyy. I might have drank toooo muchhh.”
A genuine apology, that surprises her.
She takes a look around, it's just them.
She can't just leave him here on his own.
She lets out a sigh and her body relaxes. She grabs the man by his sleeves and leads him to the nearest seat they can find.
So much for a peaceful morning.
The sounds of hurried footsteps pacing back and forth echoes throughout the room.
The scents of two distressed alphas mingling with each other overpowers the smell of the no longer freshly made breakfast made for their third.
“She's taking too long.” The pink haired alpha’s voice cuts through the sounds of her own footsteps.
Zoey gazes at her, footsteps getting louder, the smell of burnt wood growing with every second.
She knows her own is probably changing into something similar too.
“I know.”
The pacing woman almost growls. “She's not responding to our calls and texts.”
“She probably forgot to charge it last night.” The youngest tries to reassure not only her but also herself. “You know she always forgets.”
Mira finally meets the other alpha’s stare with a glare. “How are you so calm?!”
“That's because I’m not.” Zoey replies, her voice steady and firm but sharp enough that Mira’s glare wavers.
Mira finally notices that the scent of normally sweet oranges slowly turning bitter, almost rotten.
Her features immediately soften. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean too—”
“I know.” The smaller alpha’s lips arch into a faint and understanding smile, the previous scent slowly dissipating. “Come here and sit with me?” She pats the space next to her.
Mira’s body moves before she even processes what she’s doing. She lets gravity take its course and falls on the couch with a soft thump.
She rests her elbows on her knees, her chin resting on clenched hands.
“I know she's fine—she’s strong, smart—and we can tell if something actually happened to her— !”
Zoey leans on the taller woman's side startling her. She cuts her off and slides her arm around her waist.
“It's in our instincts to worry, you don't have to explain yourself, I understand.”
Mira does the same and pulls her closer. She notices that the Zoey's scent is back to its natural addicting sweetness.
“You always do.”
Zoey shifts and lets herself fall on Mira’s lap and wraps her other hand around her. She nuzzles the taller woman’s midsection, inhaling the smell of a bakery filled with sweet and spicy delicacies, very warm and very cozy. She takes another sniff and relaxes, a contented sigh escapes her lips.
“For you two? Always.” She murmurs, face buried on the taller alpha’s clothes but loud enough for her to hear.
Mira can’t help but smile at the sight. She runs her hand through Zoey’s hair earning her a pleased hum in response.
“Still. I'm sorry for glaring and almost shouting.”
“No worries.” The younger alpha drawls. “Just don’t stop doing that…”
“Okay, I won’t.”
Her gentle voice lingers inside the room alongside the smell of a warm winter morning mixing with the fragrance of an orchard of different freshly ripe oranges and lemons.
They stay in each other’s embrace and warmth, their individual scents calming and soothing both parties.
The smell of spring permeates through the room.
Ding.
The two alphas jump at the sound of elevator doors opening and bolts to the source of the noise.
A purple haired figure covered in sweat steps out.
“Hey guys, I’m sorry my battery ra—”
The sound of plastic falls to the ground.
A blur of pink and black tackles the unsuspecting omega to the ground—well almost.
On instinct Rumi moves one of her legs backwards, balancing herself and making sure the three of them don’t fall flat on the ground.
“Are you okay??”
“What took you so long!?”
Their voices blend together in harmony to the point that she can’t tell which was which.
“Guys…” She wheezes. “Cant—Breathe…”
Their embrace loosens but they refuse to let go.
Then she feels it.
Their chests start to rumble, a growl slowly but gradually forming at the back of their throats.
Uh oh.
“Another alpha.” Zoey hisses, her grip on her tightens, nuzzling every inch of her to remove the foul smell away.
Mira does the same.
The two alphas smother her with their scents, overpowering the one that clinged to her, replacing it entirely.
She should do something about this and explain—or calm them down—or something but…
This feels way too nice.
She wraps her hands around the two, one hand on each of their backs, making small strokes, hands sliding up and down in a soothing motion.
It takes a while before they free her from their embrace.
“Rumi.”
She stiffens at the sound of her own name.
“Ye—Eep!”
Her feet leave the ground as she's suddenly whisked away by the taller alpha, swiftly making their way to their couch.
Zoey grabs the fallen plastic bag on the ground and places it on top of the kitchen counter before following the two.
Rumi is gently placed a few inches away from the couch’s edge, sitting between her two bandmates; Mira sitting at the edge and Zoey on her right.
The latter rests her head on her shoulder. “So, what happened?”
Okay, Rumi, play it cool.
“Umm…I kinda bumped into an alpha..?”
“And?”
“He—” She hesitates.
“He? He what?” Mira pushes, her tone sharp, laced with something dangerous.
“He…kinda flirted with me?”
Their eyes darken at her words, she feels the shift in the air and the shifting of weights right beside her. She quickly grabs their hands, preventing them from standing up, tracking the guy down and who knows what they’ll do.
Cool as fuck all, Rumi.
“He was drunk! And he apologized afterwards…It took a while for him to sober up, that's why I took so long.” She glances between the two, apology written in her eyes. “So no planning his demise please?”
The two alphas soften.
“Okay, okay” The youngest concedes. “We won't do anything.”
“No promises though if we somehow bump into him and my fist suddenly gravitates towards his face.” Mira jests, or at least Rumi hopes she is.
“Mira.”
“I’m joking, princess.” She places a kiss on the crown of her head. “As long as he didn't do anything to you.”
And then a kiss to her cheek.
Her mouth hovers over the side of her neck and whispers. “He didn't, right?”
Rumi feels the warm breath on her skin.
Her own hitches.
“No no no he didn't do anything—” She swallows hard. “I promise.”
“Good.” Mira presses, earning her a quiet whimper.
Zoey giggles and grabs her hand, cradling it, tracing the patterns on the exposed skin.
They respond with a subtle golden glow.
She takes a look at the taller alpha, trying to get her attention.
Their eyes meet.
Save some for me.
Brown eyes stare at her for a moment and its owner stops. Rumi lets out a whine from the sudden loss of contact.
Mira thinks about it for a second.
She sticks her tongue out before grabbing the purple haired girl’s face closer and continues peppering her with kisses.
Zoey rolls her eyes at her response.
And she says I'm childish.
She places the hand still in her grasp on the side of her cheek and rubs against it, tracing patterns with her fingers and her lips.
They both feel her shudder against their affectionate gestures.
The smell of something dangerous fills the room.
Zoey and Mira freeze, their eyes glazing over.
One moment they're sitting on their couch and the next they're in a field of blooming pink hyacinths. The floral scent mixed with the intoxicating honey-like sweetness is beckoning them to come closer, just another step, like an invitation they can't refuse.
And they can't, won't.
With every step they take, the stronger it gets.
Like a siren's song, they'll gladly drown in it wanting more.
The scent of want and hunger hangs over the room.
“Girls please stop.” Rumi pleads, her voice betraying the words she utters. “I’m still covered in sweat and feel gross and stuff.”
“Then we’ll lick it away.” Zoey whispers, lips still on her skin.
That earns her a side eye from the other alpha.
“Freak.”
She scoffs. “And you won't?”
…
“Touche.”
Rumi laughs in disbelief. “You two are insane.”
“Only for you, babe.” Mira gives her a peck on the lips and disentangles herself from the omega and faces the other alpha looking at them with the cutest pout on her face.
“And me?”
“You too.” She gives her a chaste kiss before fully standing up.
“C'mon princess, you haven't eaten yet.” She shifts her gaze to Zoey. “And weren't you craving orange juice earlier? We can continue having fun later.”
“I almost forgot!” Zoey immediately darts toward their kitchen.
“I don't think ‘later’ is coming soon. We have a busy day ahead of us.” Rumi says, taking her phone out of her pocket and—
Right, no battery.
Her body moves, preparing itself to stand.
Mira stops her.
“I’ll grab your charger, it's in your room right?”
Rumi tilts her head for a moment before giving her a brief nod and a smile of gratitude.
“Zoey!” Mira calls out.
“I’ll bring her breakfast there!” Zoey responds.
“You guys are spoiling me.” Rumi admonishes the two, but the softness of her tone and the affectionate gaze she gives them tell another story.
“And we need to do that more.” Mira says, tone suddenly serious, voice full of conviction and warmth. “You take care of us as the leader of Huntr/x, so let us take care of you when it's just the three of us, as Rumi, our Rumi.”
Rumi stares at her with wide eyes, and blinks once, twice. She was expecting a joking response to her own, not a message so full of love that her heart aches because it’s already full of it that she doesn’t think it can fit anymore, but they just give and give and it renders her speechless.
Her lips part in an attempt of a response but nothing comes out. She tries again and gets the same result. So she opts for the next best thing—maybe even the best.
She gestures for Mira to come closer, the woman doesn’t even question the request and bends down closer to her. The warm and spicy scent grows stronger with every inch of open space between them disappearing.
She suddenly grabs the front of the alpha’s shirt and gives her a surprise of her own.
Mira expected it to hurt for a brief moment, like teeth clashing with one another type of hurt, but it didn't. Rumi suddenly pulls her a breath away from her face, stops and then gives her the most tender kiss the woman has given her.
And. Fuck.
She's melting, her legs feel like jelly, seconds away from losing their strength, making her kneel in front of the woman responsible for making her feel this way—and she gladly would, like a loyal worshipper to her chosen goddess, praying to her, cherishing everything that she gives.
That floral intoxicating scent from earlier is back in full force, rich and sweet with a hint of spice and bite coming through. It's addicting, exhilarating and makes her blood boil with excitement.
Like a parched dog on a hot summer day, she laps at her mouth, exploring every crevice, no place left untouched. A strangled moan escapes from Rumi's throat.
Rumi is singing. Not for a recording. Not for their fans. And not even Zoey.
She's singing for her and only her.
It’s fucking music to her ears.
Anymore and she might just fuck her right here and now.
“Don't make out without me!” A voice mixed with playful annoyance rings from across the room.
They both freeze and stare at each other, their cheeks a burning red before breaking out into fits of laughter.
Mira rests her forehead on Rumi’s, the both of them still breathing heavily. “I’ll go get your charger before I forget—and do something else.”
“Is this ‘something else’ inside the room with us right now?”
“Maybe.” She gives her a playful smirk and a kiss on her forehead.
“Okay, you two that's enough before you continue being all frisky.” Zoey interrupts the two, placing a plate and a cup of orange juice at the small table in front of their couch.
She looks at Rumi. “Didn’t you say we had a long day ahead of us?”
Then at Mira. “And you, go get her charger.”
Mira raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms in response. “Since when were you the responsible one?”
“Since now.” She shoos the woman away. “Now go.”
Mira glances between the two, giving Zoey a dubious look and a knowing smile. “Don't do anything too wild.” She makes her way to Rumi’s room leaving the two alone.
Zoey sits down near the omega and beams at her with expectant eyes. “You aren't in a rush to eat right?”
“Nope.”
“Great!”
Zoey lunges forward, arms wrapping around Rumi’s neck and leans forward until the tips of their nose touch.
“I believe I owe you something.”
“You do.”
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t the ‘thank you’ I was promi—”
Their lips crash and the scent of citrus overwhelms Rumi’s senses. She runs her hand through the alpha’s hair and moves her head closer.
The smell of fresh fruit, its sweetness, and the energizing scent washes her earlier fatigue away.
She wants more and Zoey gives it to her.
The alpha relinquishes control and lets her explore her as she pleases. Rumi takes her up on the offer. She’d be stupid to squander the chance.
Like a cartographer, she maps the inside of her mouth, familiarizing, memorizing even if she already knows it by heart.
There's no harm in double checking.
She only stops when Zoey pulls away.
“Jesus—Rums.” Zoey says through ragged breaths, but her voice full of mischief. “If you were this thirsty you should've said so earlier.”
Rumi’s eyes narrow at her tone but she decides to play along and gives her a grin of her own. “What would have happened if I did?”
“This.”
Zoey grabs the cup of orange juice from the table, takes a swig, and kisses her.
It hits her all at once.
The cold drink hits her throat along with the alpha’s scent. The previous scent comes back at full force, even stronger than before.
The taste and scent so similar yet so different, amplifying each other. It's sending her senses into overdrive.
Suffice to say, if she was thirsty and tired before—she wasn't now.
“Now you can taste my scent too.” Zoey pulls back and gives her a wink while wiping the excess liquid with the sleeve of her shirt.
They’re interrupted by the sounds of approaching footsteps.
“Now you’re making out without me?” Mira exclaims in mock hurt, playing dumb as though she didn't know what would happen between the two after she left. “I’m hurt.”
“You had your turn earlier.” Zoey retorts, slightly irritated at the sudden interruption.
Mira ruffles the younger alpha’s already messy hair. “So much for being responsible. I thought I told you not to go too wild.”
“I lied.” Zoey leans into the touch, her annoyance waning.
“By the way, Rumi.” She looks at their leader with her signature puppy eyes, suddenly changing the topic. “So about today—”
“No, we aren't cancelling anything today.” The finality in Rumi’s tone shuts down any more arguments from the two.
Zoey pouts. “Was worth a shot.”
Mira grabs Rumi’s phone and makes her way to the nearest socket.
“That was never going to work. You know what she's like when it comes to work.”
She walks back to their couch and goes back to her seat.
“We still have a couple of hours to prepare.” Mira states, eyes on her phone. “We could watch a movie or anything for about an hour or two while Rumi eats ”
“Sounds good!” Zoey chirps, no trace of the pout from before. “Oh fearless leader, your thoughts?”
The two alphas stare at Rumi, waiting for her reply. She thinks about it and decides that they have more than enough time.
“Fine.”
Zoey giddily grabs the remote and turns on their television, scanning through countless movies, trying to find the perfect one to watch.
Rumi grabs the food placed on the table while her two lovers snuggle closer to her. Mira puts her hand over the backrest while Zoey once again leans against her shoulder.
Their warmth and embrace is enough to put her at ease.
What an eventful way to start her day.