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"HOWLLLLLLLLLL! HOWWLLLLL! H-HOOOWWWWLLLL!" Porchay's little voice cracked as he tried to deepen his howl. He puffed out his chest, chin raised high like he’d seen in those old Wolf Honor tapes Porsche kept on the shelf. And He definitely was not crying. His nose was just cold. His cheeks just naturally flushed when he was fired up. Because enough was enough. He wasn’t going to get bullied anymore. Not by anyone. Not by those two mean Timber wolves that moved in next door.
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It all started months ago, when the old kind Arctic wolf lady who used to live in the neighboring house packed her bags and left to stay with some friends in the countryside.

She used to pet Porchay on the head, give him sweet biscuits, and hum soothing songs (which made him an Enthusiast toward singing his own song) when he came over with Porsche. But, Her scent lingered faintly on the porch steps soft, warm, and nostalgic but now it was replaced by a new smell.

Stronger. Sharper. Dominant.

The Timber wolves.

Porchay remembered the first time they arrived. It had been peaceful almost exciting. The family came bearing gifts of a fancy-looking basket of imported biscuits. Kinn, their leader, was polite, and Tankhun, his older brother, was fun to talk to. Porchay had nervously offered them tea, his hands trembling as he poured while Porsche smiled gently and praised his little wolf about how good mannered and polite he was.

"We also have three more in the family," Tankhun had said making a face "They aren't like this cute puppy both of them are down right troublemakers, Vegas is around your brother's age Just like Kinn. Kim and Macau are younger, probably your age. You’ll like them"

Porchay had smiled bright and hopeful. New friends! His wolf jumped inside. Maybe he wouldn’t be the only small Grey wolf in his class anymore.

Oh, If he only knew how wrong he was.

The playdate was arranged at the park by both families. Porsche had helped him groom his silky white fur and told him to make friends. Porchay even brought a small pack of handmade meat snacks made by Porsche to Theerapanyakul wolves as a friendly offering.

He had waited by the sandbox. Ears perked up. Tail wagging slowly. That’s when he saw them Kim and Macau.

Two tall, lean hybrids who already had the posture of high-ranking wolves. Their steps were confident, their fur shiny, and their gazes intimidating. He stood up with a bright smile.

"Is that him? Porchay" Macau snorted. "That’s the Grey pup?"

Kim tilted his head "Looks more like a squirrel"

Porchay blinked his hands clutched the treats maybe they were just teasing him? So he squeaked a little "I—I’m not a squirrel!"

Macau rolled his eyes. "Sure you’re not, dumb pup"

Porchay growled...a little one, more of a squeaky warning no one has ever said something like this in a mean tone. Yes, his brother called him pup but never dumb. "Don’t call me that. I-I'm not a squirrel!"

Kim and Macau smirked at each other. And then Macau lunged with full force He tackled Porchay roughly into the sandbox, the rough grains scratching against his elbows. Porchay yelped. "Get off me!!!" he barked, trying to wiggle free.

"Macau" Kim said lazily from behind, his voice low. "Let him go before he pees himself. I told you from his scent, he is weak a wolf"

Porchay’s ears dropped in humiliation. Macau finally stepped back. Porchay scrambled up, clutching his tail in both hands like a security blanket. The treats were long forgotten on the ground. He didn’t cry. Not even when his eyes stung and his cheeks turned red. Porsche never taught him to cry in weakness. He was a Proud wolf.

"Why would they wanted us to be friend with this greasy wolf? What the benefit" Kim lets out, walking closer. His tone was taunting. "You gonna cry now? Wanna run back to your house? Tell me? Porchay?"

Porchay bared his tiny canines. "NO"

"Oh?" Kim leaned in. "Then stand still"

Porchay flinched as Kim suddenly bit his ear not enough to bleed, but enough to sting. He whimpered. Macau cackled behind him.

"You’re too soft" Macau taunted him pointing at his tail. "Go home, we don't make friends with weaklings"

Porchay wanted to scream. To throw sand in their smug faces. But his body wouldn’t listen. He walked away with his tail between his legs.
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That night, after the park Kim couldn’t sleep. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above him, the shadows flickering across his walls.

He hated how the sand was still in his shoes. He hated how his shirt still smelled like sweet meat snacks. Most of all...He hated how his head wouldn’t stop replaying his face. That stupid face. Those big watery eyes. That small frame, soft-spoken voice, and trembling hands.

"I-I’m not a squirrel!"

Kim scoffed into the dark. He sat up and yanked the curtain back. Moonlight spilled into the room. As if moon goddess was punishing him. Why the hell did that Grey pup make him feel like this? It wasn’t pity. Kim didn’t pity anyone. It wasn’t annoyance either. Right?

Right? He too small

No. That kid was weird. He thought.

Kim had met wolves like him before always trying to earn love through obedience, always apologizing for existing. But this one? Porchay There was something different. Something irritatingly warm about him. It got under his skin. It made Kim want to bite.

And he did.

When he tasted Porchay’s ear in his mouth that afternoon, there was no blood. Just warmth. Just weakness. It pissed him off. Theerapanyakuls weren't supposed to befriend with scared wolf. Weakness was a liability. He should’ve ignored him. Should’ve looked away like Macau did at first. But no.

He bit him.

And that bite was still tingling in his memory like it meant something more.He kicked off the blanket and stood up.

Macau came to room and on the bed across the room sat. With Eyes half-lidded. Bored.

"You still thinking about that stupid Grey pup?" Macau mumbled.

Kim didn't answer. He just stared out the window. "He looked scared. Damn, Kim, you went too hard"

Kim turned slowly, his tone cold. "Did I?"

Macau shrugged. "I mean… yeah? He gave us treats. Looked like a kicked puppy"

Kim smirked. "Exactly"

Macau blinked.

Kim walked back to the bed and sat on the edge, lacing his fingers together. "That’s what I hate the most. The way he looked at me"

Macau raised a brow. "Like you were gonna eat him alive?"

Kim’s eyes narrowed. "Like I couldn’t"

There was silence for a while.

"You ever seen a pup like him?" Kim asked softly. "That kind of softness? That kind of… submission? He’s weak. But not like prey. He just doesn’t fight back. He lets people hurt him. It makes me wanna rip him apart"

Macau made a face. "Dude, why the hell you even wanna—"

"I’m serious" Kim whispered cutting him off. "I wanna break it. That look in his eyes. That hope. I want him to look at me like I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to him"

Macau’s jaw tensed. "Why?"

Kim smiled darkly. "Because it’ll mean he finally sees me clearly"

Macau shifted. "Kim?"

Kim leaned back, stretching his neck. he said suddenly. "If he ever tries to talk to you. Mock him. Push him. Make him feel small"

Macau looked up. "You want me to bully a fucking puppy?"

"I want you to help me put him in his place" Macau didn’t answer for a few seconds.

Then, he sighed, How could he deny the future Pack leader? "Whatever. He was annoying with that tail wagging crap. Made me wanna puke"

Kim smirked.

Macau rolled over and grunted, "And if Porsche finds out we’re messing with his baby brother, I’m blaming you"

"Don’t worry" Kim murmured, eyes dark. "I’ll make sure we break him slow enough… no one will even notice"

That was the beginning. The choice. The seed of hatred wasn’t Porchay’s fault. It was Kim’s obsession, growing like a weed he refused to pull because Kids were stubborn without thinking much.

Since that day, things only got worse.

Kim and Macau got into the same school, even the same class. At first, Porchay tried being nice. Maybe they were just testing him. But no.

They’d shove him during games, laugh when he fell, steal his seat, growl if he didn’t fetch their books. When other pups tried to befriend Porchay, Kim would slip in with a smile, charming them away like a perfect snake by making false rumors.

"Porchay?" one of the pups once asked, confused. "Kim says you’re... slow. That you don’t play well because of your short legs"

Porchay had laughed it off. But his chest burned.

He thought of telling Porsche. But what would that do? Porsche was proud. He always told Porchay to stand tall. Protect their name. Never show weakness after there parents died.

Days started to turn into a daze. Porchay woke up with a lump in his throat every morning, stomach curling into knots the moment his uniform came out of the closet. High-school was supposed to be exciting with new everything. Yet, for him, it was slowly morphing into something worse than a nightmare.

It was hell.

Kim and Macau’s cruelty had evolved with the time. They were no longer just mean older pups picking on a shy classmate. They became something darker leaders of a gang of wolves who found joy in hunting one of their own.

Por, Tee, Fluke, Jin, and Top all lower-ranked Alpha and beta wolves who eagerly circled the two Timber princes like satellites joined the pack. Together, they turned the school into their territory, and Porchay into prey. Kim and Macau joined the football team. If they weren’t kicking or punching him it would be those people. They never asked why Kim and Macau did it, rather enjoyed doing because all they knew he was the smallest, poorest and orphaned wolf? Enough reasons for thier mind to bully someone.

Then, Porchay learned the quietest paths through the hallways, ones with the least foot traffic, because sometimes when he walked past the lockers, Kim would trip him all casual, like he wasn’t even trying.

"Oops" Kim would smoke up with a smirk, as if he didn’t just slam Porchay’s books across the hallway.

"Clumsy little thing" Fluke would laugh, picking up a paper just to throw it again. "Oh Damn, I dropped it!"

If Porchay picked a seat in the cafeteria, they’d circle him like vultures.

"Look at him" Tee would say with mock surprise, "The royal squirrel has arrived"

"I thought he ate shit" Jin would snort. "What’s he doing with a tray?"

"I heard he pees when he gets nervous" Top added one day, loud enough for the whole table to hear.

Porchay clenched his teeth. He sat silently, spooning the food into his mouth as if nothing had happened. His hands trembled slightly but never spilled. That day, he didn’t finish his lunch. He tossed it out the moment he left, his appetite shriveled. They humiliated him every chance they got.

Once, during an assembly, they managed to swipe his bag and filled it with toilet paper and ketchup packets. When Porchay opened it, the mess exploded across the floor in front of half the school in a break.

"Maybe ketchup’s his scent now" Macau joked. The crowd laughed. Even some teachers looked away.
Porchay was hurt, too much hurt. Nonetheless, He never showed them weakness.

The gang was gathered. Top was joking about something, Jin was tossing a bottle up and down. Porchay walked by carrying his bag and clean it all up, clearly trying to take the long way around.

Didn’t work.

Fluke stood up first. "Oi, squirrel. You hiding from us? again?"

Porchay didn’t respond. Just lowered his head. Por barked out a laugh. "Bet He doesn't even have new shirt to wear now huh? Beggar"

Jin reached for the bag, but before he could touch it, Kim stood.

"Let him walk" Kim said flatly.

Everyone stopped.

Even Porchay.

Kim didn’t know why he said it. The words just came out. His hand was clenched at his side, nails digging into skin.

The bag shook slightly in Porchay’s grip, like he thought it was a trick.

Kim stared at him. At the flush in his cheeks. The tiny twitch of his ears. The way his doe eyes flickered between Kim and the door like he was calculating if he could run.

Kim felt… warm.

No. No, not warm. Wrong. It felt wrong.

He hated this.

He hated how his wolf quieted when Porchay was near. How something inside him settled whenever the younger wolf was close. How, when the teasing got too much, Kim's stomach turned not out of guilt, but something more primal.

Protective.

But then Fluke said "Are you defending this shit"

And just like that...

Kim turned cold again.

He stepped forward, grabbed Porchay’s bag, and without a word, dumped it on the ground. The clang of metal thungs and splatter of dirty toilet paper that were remain inside echoed through the courtyard.

Porchay flinched hard.

Kim leaned down, voice dead.

"Clean it up"

Porchay froze.

"I said. Clean. It. Up" Kim’s voice sharpened like a blade.

And Porchay… obeyed. Kneeling, picking up with his bare hands. Everyone laughed.

But Kim didn’t.

He stood there staring at him.

Hating that his own chest was tight.

Hating that it didn’t feel good anymore. Hating that he wanted to reach out and pull him up and say sorry.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off before anyone could see how shaken he actually was.

Porchay.. he always picked up the mess like this, head bowed, ears lowered cheeks flushed not from shame, but burning fury that he didn’t yet know how to control. All he knew he wasn't going to trouble Porsche. He was already stressed with multiple jobs and debts and kept feeding Porchay for his nesseceties he never made Porchay feel he had anything else than other pups of his age. He would always be the best pup. So hid his bruises, bony figure and dull eyes. With reassurance and smile. He endured and endured and endured it all. Kim made sure to print in his mind with the actions that telling someone would make him look Pridless wold.

And then came the "incident"

It was during music class. Porchay’s safe space. The only place he could let his heart soar, where the melody of the guitar drowned out everything else.

Music class had quietly became the best part of his day he started to look forward to even after the shit he was going though not because it was safe, but because no one from Kim's gang ever bothered to show up. The room always smelled of old wood and tuning oil, sunlight slicing through the tall windows like golden blades. He'd sit near the back with his notebook, humming softly going deep into his world.

And for a while, it stayed like that untouched. Until Kim showed up.
Not inside the class, but behind the cracked doorframe one rainy afternoon. Porchay had felt it first that prickling awareness crawling up the back of his neck. When he turned his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of dark eyes between the glass pane, leaning silently. Watching. He was on alert ready to flew or endure the pain.

Kim said nothing. Did nothing.

Just stared, lips pressed in a flat line, unreadable. And He vanished before the bell rang. Porchay told himself it was nothing. Maybe Kim was just passing by. Maybe he was looking for someone else. Maybe—

But it happened again.

Twice. Then thrice. For a whole week.

He never came in. Never spoke.

Just watched.

During those days, Porchay began to notice things little things about Kim he’d never paid attention to before. His breathing was always calm, never rushed or aggressive. His eyes were a deep raven black, matching the sleek darkness of his fur. His ears looked sharp, alert… yet soft, like the tip of his tail. Porchay wondered, foolishly, if he might be allowed to touch it one day. Kim was undeniably good-looking Theerapanyakul timber wolf everyone feared from this young age, with a strong build and quiet confidence that made people turn their heads. It explained everything why girls clung to him, why everyone called him a playboy, why he was so admired in school. Porchay had never seen it before. He scoffed at himself. What was he even thinking?
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It started happening too often.

Kim told himself he was just making sure the pup stayed in his place. That’s why he kept his eyes on Porchay in class. Why he made Macau switch seats just to sit behind him. Why he timed his walks through the hallway to match when Porchay would be leaving music room.

Just strategy.

But deep down? He was starting to feel sick.

Sick of how much he noticed.

How Porchay’s tail always curled in when someone looked at him too long. How he rubbed his left wrist when nervous. How he stopped bringing snacks to school. How his scent that was warm always spiked with fear whenever Kim got too close.

He told himself he liked that. He told himself he needed that. But when he lay awake at night, his wolf howled.

Why does he smell so good when he’s scared? Why does his voice echo in my ears even when I’m trying to ignore him? Why the fuck does it hurt when he looks at me like I’m a monster?
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And then, one day, it ended in the worst way possible. Macau, Por, Tee, Fluke, Jin, and Top were storming through the halls, loud as usual, when Tee suddenly paused.

"Wait, wait....look" he snorted, pointing toward the music room. The door was slightly open again.
This time, Kim was standing just inside, leaning against the piano with that bored expression painted across his face. Porchay was sitting cross-legged on the floor, softly scribbling lyrics into his old, half-torn notebook.

"Is that... our mighty Kim watching baby squirrel sing?" Por mocked, eyes wide with glee.

"Don’t lie!" Fluke cackled. "Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakul? Being soft? That can’t be our Kim"

Macau didn’t laugh. His lips twisted up cruelly instead. "Let’s check it out"

They barged forward, loud on purpose. Kim didn’t flinch. He turned as the door flung open, eyes cool as ice. "You took your time" he said to them, voice flat.

Porchay startled. His pen slipped from his hand. He quickly stood up, his ears perking, tail stiffening. Kim’s expression shifted just slightly into a dull, mocking smirk.

"Practicing love songs now?" he asked, stepping forward slowly. "For what, your imaginary fan club?"

The others chuckled behind him. Porchay clutched his notebook close to his chest. "Leave me alone"

"Aww, but you’ve been having so much alone time" Macau cooed.

Jin picked up a tambourine and shook it mockingly. "Maybe we should all sing together!"

"Or bathe the little pup" Top added, tossing Kim a bottle of water they’d just used for practice.

Kim caught it effortlessly. He looked Porchay straight in the eye, and for a split second, something flickered but it vanished just as quick.

With one fluid motion, he unscrewed the cap and poured the water directly onto Porchay’s head.

Humiliating him with dirty water.

The water drenched his soft fur, dripping down his cheeks and neck. His notebook clung to his chest, ink bleeding into useless blotches. The others roared in laughter, Macau bending over in mock pain.

"Guess he really is a wet squirrel now" Tee jeered.

Porchay stood frozen, drenched, fists trembling at his sides. His breath hitched, but he didn’t cry.
He didn’t run. He just looked at Kim not broken, but blazing. Notebook was on the floor finally as he wrapped his hands around himself.

Kim stared back, jaw tightening. He turned and walked out first. Porchay stood in the doorway long after they were gone, dripping on the floor.

"Yes, yes! I have it with me! White, don’t worry!" a voice called out just as the door creaked open.

Two grey wolves, mid-step, froze at the sight of the boy standing inside.

"Dear God, are you okay?" one of them squeaked, the one with round glasses.

Porchay growled low in his throat, teeth clenched.

"Don’t be like that," the other said gently. "We’re not here to hurt you."

Porchay glared at them, heart pounding. No one helped him. Ever. It was always fake. Always a trap to making him fall for fakeness then to be calked dumb pup. But then, something strange happened. The wolf without glasses bared his neck a gesture of submission. A silent, instinctual sign among wolves, I won’t hurt you.

Porchay froze. Nobody had ever done that for him before. His growl faded into a confused tilt of his head. "What… what do you want?" he asked, voice small and uncertain.

"Hi!" the glasses guy said quickly. "I’m White, and this is Ohm. He forgot his books in here, and we just came to get them. But… we saw you. You look hurt."

He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled handkerchief. "Here. Dry off with this. And, um, do you need clothes? If you don’t change soon, you’re definitely gonna catch a nasty cold bug..haha" he added with a nervous, worried laugh. Ohm gave a quiet nod beside him.

"Uh, look right next to you. Those are my books. Can you pass them over, please?" Ohm asked softly, his voice calm, polite.

Porchay glanced down, picked them up, and handed them over. As his fingers brushed Ohm’s, he caught a hint of his scent cool, calming, with a dew-kissed warmth that settled his own wolf’s agitation.

"Let’s go to the washroom," Ohm said gently.

They walked together.

White talked the most, surprisingly chatty for someone Porchay had just met. Ohm, on the other hand, was quieter more thoughtful with his words. In the washroom, he handed Porchay a set of spare clothes. They were fitted snug and comfortable unlike the oversized ones Porchay usually wore.

"Oh… you look good" White said with wide eyes, checking him out openly.

Porchay flushed, caught off guard. No one had said that to him before not since Porsche or kind-hearted adults like Jom, Tem, Yok, and Khun.

"Why are you being nice to me?" Porchay finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Ohm looked at him and said, simply, "Because there’s nothing wrong with being nice"

"Do you even know who I am?" Porchay asked, a small, guilty smile tugging at his lips. He already knew the answer. If they did know, they'd run. That’s what everyone did. His name was a curse in this school. A warning. He laughed bitterly in his head. Why was the moon goddess so cruel to him?

"Porchay Pichaya Kittisawasd" White grinned. "Yeah, we know"

He reached into his backpack and pulled something out. It was Porchay’s notebook the one from music class.

"I found this earlier. I figured it was important, so I tried drying it in the dryer. It was a bit risky, but hey—" he shrugged, "here it is"

Porchay blinked. His throat tightened. He didn’t know what to say. Nobody had ever done something like that for him.

"OH NO. DON’T CRY. I SWEAR I CAN DRY IT AGAIN OR I’LL BUY YOU A NEW ONE, I PROMISE!" White panicked, flailing a little.

"No, no" Porchay said quickly, holding the notebook close. "I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m just… happy. Nobody’s ever done anything like this for me"

"Nobody?" Ohm asked softly, brows furrowed. "Do you have any friends, Porchay?"

Porchay gave a bitter smile. "You must be living under a rock if you don’t know that"

"This school is brutal" Ohm said, frowning. Then he pulled Porchay into a side hug and announced, "Well, now you do. We’ll be your friends"

Porchay's heart swelled, eyes red but shining.

"Do you have English next?" White asked, casually joining the hug from the other side.

"Yes" Porchay replied, a small laugh escaping him.

And so they walked together to class. When they entered the room, every head turned. Silence fell.
The entire class froze, jaws nearly hitting the floor. Because walking in, in between two unfamiliar wolves, was Porchay, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, his doe eyes wide and soft, his cheeks still pink from the blush, his uniform swapped out for fitted clothes that suited him far too well.

He looked… different. Confident. Good, even from his lousy dressing style.

Every wolf in the room stared except one. One who didn’t just stare. One who nearly shattered his pen from how tight he gripped it.
Who sat at the back with a jaw clenched so hard it twitched.
Whose dark eyes flared with something feral, something possessive.

And he looked like he was ready to rip everyone’s eyes out of their sockets.

"UHMM—UHMM! CLASS, EYES ON ME!" the homeroom teacher appearedn, clapped her hands as she walked in, breaking the silence that had practically frozen the air.

Everyone jolted back to their seats. Porchay quickly sat down at his desk. To his surprise, White and Ohm casually slid into the empty seats beside him one on each side.

A few whispers bubbled up from the back, but none dared say anything out loud. The teacher adjusted her glasses, squinting at the unfamiliar faces now seated in her class.

"Ohm and White" she said, gesturing toward the front, "Please come up and introduce yourselves properly."

Without hesitation, the two stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. White waved like he was on stage, while Ohm offered a calm nod.

"I’m Ohm" he said simply.

"And I’m White!" the other added with a grin.

"We’ve transferred here for special Karate training with the school’s elite coach team" Ohm explained.

White leaned in slightly and whispered, though everyone could still hear, "Basically, we kick people for sport...legally"

A few of the students laughed. Even the teacher cracked a small smile.

Porchay blinked. Karate? They were martial artists?

His wolf instincts stirred. So they’re strong? That made sense now the confidence, the posture, the calm. It wasn’t just kindness, they could hold their own. Porchay found himself staring at them a little longer than expected.

"And we’re happy to be here"Ohm finished with a soft glance back toward Porchay’s direction.

The teacher nodded. "Very well. You may sit"

The moment they returned to their seats beside Porchay, the stares resumed less from curiosity now, and more from confusion and disbelief. Wolves didn't just befriend Porchay. They avoided him. Like he was cursed.

But here these two were. Sitting with him. Talking to him. Smiling like it was the most natural thing in the world. And at the very back, Kim didn’t move an inch.

His hand slowly tapped the desk, the only sign of tension. Tap. Tap. Tap.

His gaze never left Porchay.

Not even once.

Kim’s eyes never leaving Porchay that wasn’t an exaggeration. It was the truth. Because it had been a month now. A full damn two months since those two wolves transferred mid-session like some divine gift from the Moon Goddess herself.

White and Ohm.

It started slow. first, Everyone talked about them White being loud and nosy, Ohm being quiet and polite. They were just noise in the background.

From the moment they arrived, they wrapped themselves around Porchay like guards, like shadows, like he was some delicate, precious little thing. Like he was theirs. Kim scoffed at the memory, jaw tight. Hovered Always. They walked with him between periods. Sat beside him during every class. Shielded him like he was a there's like he wasn’t Porchay.

They acted like they didn’t know who he was. What he was.
And worse Porchay let them.

Kim saw Porchay smiling.

Not the fake smile he forced in class.
Not the shaky smile he gave when he was scared. This one was real. Relaxed. And it wasn’t for him.

It was for Ohm.

Ohm handed him a bottle of juice during break, and Porchay’s eyes lit up like he just got handed the moon. And Kim stood behind the lockers, fuming. His claws dug into the side of the wooden shelf until it cracked.

He’s mine. That pup is mine to break. Mine to watch. Mine to own.
Not theirs.

He told himself it was about control. That Ohm and White were interfering. That they were messing with the natural order, his order, the unspoken hierarchy Kim had already built with blood and silence.

Nonetheless that wasn’t it.

They sat with Porchay at lunch now. White always talked too much. Ohm always carried his books. Porchay? Porchay laughed with them. Like he forgot who owned his fear. Like he was healing. Kim hated that.

One afternoon, behind the building.

"You're watching him again." Macau’s voice was bored as he leaned against the wall beside Kim.

Kim didn't answer. His jaw ticked.

"You know..." Macau glanced sideways. "For someone you hate, you sure spend a lotta time—"

"Shut up"

Silence.

Then, Kim asked, flat and cold, "Why him?"

Macau blinked. "Who?"

"Porchay" Kim snapped, eyes fixed on the trio across the yard. "Why the fuck would they choose him?:

Macau scoffed. "Maybe 'cause he’s harmless? Cute? I don’t know—maybe they’re just nice?"

Kim's nostrils flared.

Nice. Nothing about Porchay was supposed to be easy. Not his smile. Not his scent. Not his attention.

It wasn’t for them.

It was for him.

Later In the locker room.

He cornered Ohm alone.

Ohm looked up, surprised but not scared. "Need something?"

Kim stared at him.

"You and Porchay." His tone was bitter. "You two real close now."

Ohm raised a brow. "We’re friends"

Kim’s eyes darkened. "He doesn’t need friends"

Ohm stepped forward, calm. "You don’t get to decide that."

Kim growled low under his breath. "Stay away from him."

Ohm didn’t flinch. Just smiled slightly. "Or what?"

And that’s when Kim realized, He couldn’t threaten them like he did everyone else. They weren’t scared.
Because Porchay wasn’t scared anymore.

That night, Kim couldn’t sleep again.

He paced. He snarled at his reflection. Because it wasn’t just hate anymore. It was need. Porchay used to look at him like a monster.

Now he barely looked at him at all.

And that?

That was unforgivable.

In school Kim’s gang couldn’t even get near him anymore. The one time Por had tried to nudge him in the hallway, just to tease BAM Ohm landed a clean punch right on Por’s jaw, dropping him to the floor with a crack that echoed down the corridor. Por’s face swelled up like a balloon.

And what did the teacher do? Nothing. Just called Ohm and Por to the office like it was a formality, not a serious altercation. Ten minutes later, both came out like nothing ever happened. Ohm even had the audacity to smile.

White ruffled Porchay’s hair after that, right in front of everyone. Kim could’ve killed someone that day.

Every time Macau, Tee, or Jin tried something subtle a trip, a shove, even a look Ohm and White would appear like clockwork. Like some guardian angels made of muscle and sharp eyes.

And whenever it started getting too heated, when fists were about to fly, the teachers would miraculously show up just in time. Every. Single. Time.

Why wouldn’t they?

Ohm and White were golden boys now. The school’s pride. The ones training under elite coaches. The future gold-medal winners. The wolves that would “raise this school’s reputation” like some stupid motivational poster.

So instead of punishing them, Kim got warnings.

Kim Theerapanyakul. A Theerapanyakul being warned.

It made him seethe. What boiled his blood even more? They dropped Porchay off at his doorstep every single day. White would always walk ahead like a fool, swinging Porchay’s bag, while Ohm stayed back, matching Porchay’s pace with that quiet smile on his face. Porchay would laugh. Actually laugh.

Whenever their families had get-togethers dinners, celebrations, stupid charity events Porchay wouldn’t even come out of his room anymore.

"Sorry" he’d say. "I’m sick"

Or "My head hurts"

Or sometimes he didn’t say anything at all. Just locked the door and disappeared. Not even Porsche could drag him down. Kim stood at the bottom of the stairs once during a weekend family dinner, staring at that closed door. Listening. Waiting.

Nothing.

Porchay didn’t even bother to smell like grief anymore. He smelled clean. Happy. Untouchable. And Kim hated it. He hated them. But more than that… He hated the way Porchay had stopped looking back at him altogether.

When they were around seventeen, it was finally time to present as an Omega, Alpha, or Beta. The talk had started around the school. Some students had already started showing signs. And that evening, Porsche finally sat Porchay down to explain everything.

"The sub-genders don’t change who you are" Porsche said gently, stroking his little brother’s hair. "They’re just... part of the wolf inside. That’s it"

Porchay blinked up at him. "So... I could be an Alpha like you?"

Porsche chuckled, "Maybe. Or Beta. Or even Omega"

Porchay paused "Is Omega bad?"

Porsche tilted his head. "Not at all. Omegas are beautiful, gentle, emotionally strong wolves who keeps the pack together. You know that old Arctic wolf lady next door? She was an Omega. Vegas is an Omega too"

Porchay’s eyes widened. "Vegas?! But he’s so cool—!"

"Exactly" Porsche smiled. "It doesn’t matter what you are. You’re still you. If you’re an Omega, I’ll love you. If you’re a Beta, I’ll love you. Even if you’re an Alpha and taller than me one day..." he nudged Porchay’s nose playfully, "I’ll still love you"

Porchay beamed and nuzzled into Porsche’s scent gland, the calming scent of his older brother making his tail wag slightly. He felt safe. Wanted. And above all, enough.

"So I’m gonna be an Alpha!" Porchay declared proudly to his his "When I turn seventeen I’ll present as an Alpha and protect you, Hia!!"

Porsche kissed his heads. "That’s the spirit"

It was just after PT class in the school gym, sweat still clinging to their necks, muscles aching pleasantly from training. Porchay sat cross-legged on the floor with White and Ohm beside him, gulping down water between bites of protein bars.

"I think... after my manifestation, I’ll be an Alpha" Porchay said suddenly, a little shyly, almost unsure if it was okay to say aloud in front of anyone else than Porsche.

Ohm blinked, then grinned, elbowing him softly. "My little Porchay? You? Totally. You’ve got the fire in you"

White nodded with enthusiasm. "Yessss. Alpha vibes! You’d make one hell of a dominant"

Porchay flushed. "Do you really think so?"

They both hugged him quick, brotherly, but warm.

"You’re strong" Ohm said simply. "Whatever you present as, it won’t change that"

However it was all going to came crashing down.

What they didn’t know… was that Fluke had slipped into the gym late and heard it all from behind the bleachers. Eavesdropping was second nature to him and now, he had gold. By lunch, the whole gang had heard it.

"Kim" Fluke whispered as he sat beside him in the courtyard, "You’re not gonna believe this..." Kim didn’t even look up from the apple he was peeling with a small blade, but Fluke continued anyway. "Porchay was in the gym… talking about being an Alpha. Alpha, bro. He thinks he’s gonna manifest like you"

Tee laughed. "He probably thinks growing a backbone makes you dominant now"

"Right?" Jin snorted. "Imagine Porchay challenging Kim. Like, little Alpha in front of this beast and best they are from the same species? Ooooh. Who wins the crown?"

Macau let out a harsh, short laugh. "He couldn’t even fight back when we used to shove him into the lockers. What’s he gonna do? Alpha his way through tears?"

They all laughed. All but one. Kim didn’t laugh.

His lips curled into thin line. Eyes became hollow as if the Alpha inside wanted to took over. Because the moment Fluke said it, Kim’s senses had spiked.

Alpha.

Porchay?

His mate? his...threatening his rank?

The beast that lived beneath Kim’s carefully sculpted exterior the Alpha he had learned to silence growled. Loud. Possessive. Threatened.

That same inner Alpha that usually purred at the thought of Porchay… was now roaring. Kim’s hand clenched the blade so hard it nearly snapped. His wolf didn’t like the idea. Not one bit. Porchay was supposed to be soft. Submissive.

Not someone to stand next to him as an equal. Not someone who’d turn seventeen and maybe be powerful enough to challenge his standing. His rank. His claim. His authority.
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After few days Like usual, Porchay was seated between White and Ohm in the cafeteria, quietly eating his lunch while listening to White ramble about some stupid TV show and Ohm silently poking at his salad. It had become their little world a bubble of safety in a place that had once been nothing but hell.

Until he showed up.

Macau swaggered past their table, tray in hand, smirking down at them like a predator who still thought the cage door was open.

"So…" Macau said, voice loud enough to draw attention from the nearby tables. "Heard the pup thinks he’s gonna be an Alpha now"

White’s eyes darkened immediately. Ohm set his fork down with a clink.
"Say that again Dumb fuck?" White warned without looking up.

"Oh, I will with pleasure" Macau sneered. "What’s next? You all bitches gonna crown him King too? Maybe he’ll start mounting other Alphas by next week"

"Keep talking and I will make you eat your teeths" Ohm muttered coldly, pushing his chair back.

"Careful, Fucker" White added, eyes sharp now. "You’re not ready for a hospital visit"

But then—

"HOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"

A low, dangerous sound rumbled from Porchay’s throat.

A growl.

Not a squeak. Not a whimper. A growl. Macau blinked. The entire cafeteria went still. Porchay’s eyes were glowing faintly golden. His canines had elongated. And the sound he made? It wasn’t just aggressive. It was dominant.

Alpha.

It wasn’t a guess anymore. It wasn’t a dream or theory or hopeful wish. It was real. Even Kim seated several tables away, halfway through his food stopped chewing. His head snapped toward the sound. That growl hit every Alpha in the room like a command. A threat. Like nature demanding to be seen.

And Kim’s wolf the primal, violent part of him snapped. Without even realizing it, Kim was on his feet. Food forgotten. Tray forgotten. Control forgotten. His body lunged forward like it needed to correct something. To dominate it. Claim it.
Porchay barely had time to move before Kim’s body charged toward him but was slammed back by a sudden collision.

White grabbed Kim by the shirt collar and shoved him away. Ohm followed with a solid push to the chest that sent Kim stumbling back into a chair, which snapped in half beneath the force. "Back. The fuck. Off Bastard" Ohm growled, teeth bared. "If you ever touch him again" White said, voice flat and deadly as they announced "We won’t just fight you. We’ll Kill you. Mark the words"

The cafeteria was dead silent. Kim stared at Porchay with something unreadable in his eyes. Shock. Hunger. Rage. Need. And then... he left. But that wasn’t the end.

The night before Porchay’s manifestation.

Ohm and White were busy assisting the event committee for the pre-presentation celebration it was tradition. Porchay, meanwhile, had slipped away to the music room, heart pounding and fingers itching to play something soft. Something to ground himself.

The notes of the guitars filled the quiet room. He didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t notice the scent which was without name only heavy until it was too close.

Sandalwood.

Porchay froze, shoulders tense. He didn't wanted to sound anxious what if Kim came like those days? Only to hear him? He expected it to be like before...the occasional silent visit. Just Kim sitting near the door, watching. Listening. Leaving. He let's out "Kim…?"

This time was different. Very different. Kim didn’t sit. He didn’t say a word. He lunged just like in canteen. "WHAT? LET ME GO" Porchay yelped and tried to scramble away, but Kim grabbed him rough, firm and shoved him toward the empty corner of the music room. The soft thud of his back hitting the wall knocked the air out of him.

"Stop—K-Kim! Stop, please!" Porchay cried out, panicking. But Kim didn’t stop. His eyes were glassy, glowing. His wolf had taken over. He grabbed Porchay’s wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand, the other gripping Porchay’s waist tightly. His face was close and then...

"K-Kim, don’t—please—what are you doing?" he stammered, eyes wide.

Kim’s gaze was blank. Dead. Yet burning with possessiveness.

"You smell like them," Kim finally growled, low and primal. "Those two mutts. Their scent is all over you"

He scented him.

Dragged his nose against Porchay’s scent gland, slow and deliberate. Marking anr Claiming. Violating him as a person. Porchay’s body trembled, his knees collapsing under him due to the shock. He fell but Kim caught him. Held him tighter.

Porchay was flushed red all over. His ears drooped, tail pinned between his legs, whimpering. Something wet started started to proudce inside...Inner wolf cried in confusion and pain, not knowing whether to fight or surrender.

"Stop… please, Kim" Porchay begged. "I-It hurts..."

Kim’s Alpha pheromones pure, potent sandalwood poured out of him like a storm. Designed to dominate. Which made Porchay Choke very loudly.

Porchay’s wolf couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He was hyperventilating. Soon, He started licking Kim’s neck not out of desire but instinct telling him to calm the Alpha in front by... Submission.

Desperate, terrified, forced submission.

"See?" Kim hissed into his ear. "This is where you belong. Beneath me." Kim growled deeply in satisfaction, holding Porchay tighter, burying his face in his neck like a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

Porchay sobbed quietly, voice broken once again "Please… let me go..."

And Porchay cried for the first time in front of him not out of weakness… but because something in him shattered. And it might never grow back right again.

He didn’t even remember when it ended.
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He woke up in the school’s medical room. The blinding white lights above made his head throb. Everything felt ringing.

The nurse hovered over him, panic in her eyes, sat on the stiff plastic chair beside the bed, arms crossed, face twisted in concern.

"Porchay," she called gently, leaning forward. "Can you hear me, sweetheart?"

He blinked. Slowly. Once. Twice.

His scent gland throbbed like it was bruised. His chest hurt. His entire body felt like it had been crushed under something massive and cruel. And his heart.. His heart was in pieces.

Tears gathered again, and this time he didn’t stop them.

"P-Please" he sobbed, curling into himself, fingers clawing at his shirt. "Please don’t hurt me again…"

The nurse's eyes widened in shock. "Porchay—no, no—sweetie, you’re safe! You’re safe here!" she reached out but froze as he began to scratch at his own neck. "Oh my god—STOP! PORCHAY, CALM DOWN! I’M CALLING YOUR GUARDIAN—PLEASE STOP!"

Guardian?

His stomach dropped. Hia.

No! he couldn't. Not him. He can’t let Porsche see him like this. He’ll hate me. He’ll look at me like I’m disgusting. He’ll throw me away.

His wolf whimpered inside him.

"I—I’m calm" Porchay whispered through gritted teeth. "Please don’t call Hia. Please. I’ll behave. I won’t cause trouble. Please, I’m begging you"

The nurse looked at him Heartbrokenly.

"Oh honey" she whispered, brushing hair from his forehead gently. "I’m not trying to scare you… But you’ve manifested. As Omega"

He went still.

"You were burning when we found you laid on this bed. Feverish. We checked...your glands have fully developed. You’re… you’ve manifested early. I’m sorry, sweetie. But your guardian needs to know. Because in a few hours, you’re going to go into your first heat"

Silence.

That word echoed like thunder in his head. Omega. He manifested For Kim. His body… his wolf… submitted. And now it had chosen. His stomach twisted violently. The nausea. The shame. The bile. He choked back a vomit. His life was ruined.

"H-How the fuck… how am I supposed to survive this…" he whispered. His voice was thin. Cracked.

"I’ll go home" he muttered, stumbling out of bed. "I’ll be fine. I promise. Don’t tell Hia"

"But—Porchay—"

He turned to her and teacher, desperate. "Please" he begged. “Please. Just let me go. I can’t face him. Not like this"

The nurse bit her lip. "Okay. But take these" she said, quickly stuffing scent suppressing patches and heat-stabilizing meds into a bag. "You have to use them. You’ll get targeted otherwise" He nodded numbly and left.

Somehow he walked to home.

Everything blurred past him. His ears rang. The suppressants didn’t help much. His scent still lingered clinging to his skin like a sick perfume.

Kim’s scent was still there. Burned into his skin. His clothes. His glands. By the time he stepped into the empty house, his body was going to unconscious. But he forced himself up. Dragged himself into the bathroom. He ripped his clothes off and turned the water on until it was scalding. He didn’t care. He scrubbed.

Hard.

Harder.

He rubbed and scrubbed until his skin turned red and raw until blood pricked around the curve of his scent gland where Kim’s mouth had pressed, and his waist where Kim had held him like property. "GET OFF ME" Porchay screamed, punching the wall. "GET OFF ME—GET OUT—GET—OUT!!"

But the scent wouldn’t leave. Herein engraved his soul.

He slid down against the tile, water pouring over him, body shaking. His fingers clawed at his bruises purple blooming on his hips, handprints that weren’t his.

"What did I do?" he whispered. "What did I do to deserve this?"

He knew Kim hated him. Knew he bullied him. But this? This was different. This wasn’t mockery or shoving or cruel words. This was… ownership. Like Kim had branded him And no matter how much he scrubbed… It wouldn’t come off.

His hands dropped to his sides. His chest rose and fell with a deep, painful ache. His wolf cried inside him, trembling in submission, begging for someone anyone to pull him away from this nightmare.

But no one came.

And Porchay cried in silence until his eyes were swollen, his scent patch stuck crooked on his neck, and the only thing he could feel was how broken he was.

The next time he woke up, the moonlight was faintly streaming through the curtains. It must’ve been past midnight. The room smelled familiar lavender, clean soap, and the faint trace of vanilla pheromones. His body still ached, but the weight on his chest felt a little lighter.

That’s when he noticed..

Porsche was curled up beside him on the bed, still in his day clothes, fast asleep with his hands clasped tightly together as if in prayer.

Porchay blinked slowly, taking in the new clothes on his body, the patched scent blockers carefully placed on his neck. His hair was dry. His wounds cleaned. The blanket tucked gently around him like he was made of glass.

"H-Hia?" he called out, voice trembling, barely a whisper.

Porsche stirred immediately, like he hadn’t been properly asleep at all. "Oh—Chay?" he gasped, eyes wide, already pulling Porchay into his arms. His pheromones poured out instantly, light and sweet like sugarcane and summer rain.

Porchay didn’t hold back.

He collapsed into Porsche’s chest, his fingers grabbing at his shirt desperately. The tears came again, ugly and full. "I’m sorry… Hia, I’m so sorry" he sobbed. "I wasn’t an Alpha. I lied. I lied to you. I’m just—just weak. I’m sorry I made you think—"

"Pup, no" Porsche whispered, hugging him tighter to cut him off from saying something harsher "Stop apologising. Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that... I was so scared Chay I th—"

"I wanted to protect you, like you protected me!" Porchay cried harder, fists shaking. "But I can’t, I couldn’t even.."

"Shh, shh, baby," Porsche whispered, rubbing soft circles on his back. "It’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you"

"I’m an Omega, Hia" Porchay whispered like it was a curse. "I’m nothing...nothing like you—"

"You’re everything to me, Porchay" Porsche said firmly, his voice cracking. "I don’t care if you’re Alpha, Beta, or Omega. You’re my little brother. My pup. My everything"

Porchay sobbed harder, melting further into his brother’s arms.

Porsche kissed the side of his head, his voice trembling. "I failed you. I..I saw the bruises, Porchay. I saw them. I saw the marks, the way you curled into yourself in your sleep. And I... I broke. I kept thinking, where the fuck was I when my baby needed me? How could I let this happen?"

"You didn’t know" Porchay mumbled.

"That’s not an excuse" Porsche growled softly, tears burning in his own eyes now. "I was so busy trying to clean up debts, chasing stupid money, and keeping this family name intact for sake of our dead parents...I forgot you. I forgot the most important person in my life"

He pulled back slightly to cup Porchay’s cheeks. "I should’ve known. I should’ve looked closer. I should’ve protected you"

Porchay’s eyes shimmered. "You’re not mad at me?"

Porsche looked horrified. "Mad at you? No, baby. No. Never. You didn’t do anything wrong"

"I’m scared, Hia, I dont want to live here anymore" Porchay whispered, curling into him again.

"I know,” Porsche said, voice low, eyes dark now. "But you don’t have to be anymore. I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere and I will ask Yok, Where she can transfer me"

Porchay didn’t come to school the next day.

Or the next.

Or the next seven days.

White said maybe he just caught a flu or had family stuff, but Ohm wasn’t stupid. He could feel something was off. The scent from the last few days before Porchay vanished.... it was still fresh in Ohm’s nose.

Omega.

And it wasn’t just any Omega scent. It was overwhelmed. Overheated. Hurt. And there were rumors of early manifested onega On the eighth day, Ohm couldn’t sit still. He left during lunch and went straight to the Kittisawasd house. He knocked for several times.

The door didn’t open.

Instead, Porchay’s soft voice came from behind the upstairs window breathless, and weak.

"Ohm?"

Ohm looked up instantly. "Porchay?! You okay? You’ve been gone for a week! what the hell—"

"I… I’m okay" Porchay whispered.

"You don’t sound okay!" Ohm snapped. "We were worried sick! White’s been annoying everyone, Even teachers didnt knew anything! Why didn’t you call—?"

"I didn’t want to smell any Alpha scent right now" Porchay cut him off, his voice trembling. "I’m in heat. It hurts"”

Ohm froze on the spot.

Porchay’s scent now faint under the suppressants still curled around the gate.

"Did someone?"

“No! nothing like that happened and I don’t want to talk about it" Porchay’s voice wavered. "Please. Just tell the teacher I’m sick. I’ll come when it’s better"

Ohm clenched his fists.

He wanted to kick that gate open and force his way inside. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Because that voice? That was fear. Real fear.

"…Okay" he said quietly. "But call me. Whenever. Please"

Porchay didn’t answer.

He never did.

The next day, Ohm told White everything in the school yard under the bleachers.

"He said he’s in heat" Ohm muttered, eyes dark. "And that it hurts. Which means he manifested… and no one’s around to help him"

White’s jaw dropped. "Holy shit. That’s why he disappeared? What the hell!!?? why didn’t he tell us?!"

"He’s scared. You should’ve heard his voice"

Unbeknownst to them, Kim’s gang was just passing by a few meters away, tossing a ball between them. Por had overheard it first. He stopped the ball mid-air and motioned the others to shut up.

"Did they say heat?" Por muttered.

"Yeah. Sounds like Princess Pup finally popped"

"Must’ve had his cherry stolen" Fluke chuckled.

"I heard he was crying at the nurse’s office. What kind of Omega cries at manifestation?"

Kim was silent. He didn’t even blink. He had been passing nearby when he caught one word. Heat. And then Porchay. His body reacted before his mind did. He bolted in Full speed without saying a word. Didn’t even look back. His wolf was howling. He was on fire. He needed to see him. Touch him. Find him.

Porchay. His omega. His mate. Can not go away. Can't be without him.

Kim stood in front of the Kittisawasd house ten minutes later, panting, chest heaving. It was locked. Windows shut. Curtains drawn.

He sniffed the air. Nothing. No real time scent. No Porchay. No Porsche. The house was empty. The door creaked when he knocked but no one answered.

So he turned around and ran home straight into the Theerapanyakul estate, past confused maids and stunned guards. Khun was lounging on the couch, flipping through some magazine with oversized sunglasses.

"Khun!" Kim called out breathlessly.

Khun blinked. "Yes? What?...why are you out of school, sweating like a stray dog in front of me?"

"Where’s the Kittisawasd family?"

Khun tilted his head, unfazed. "Oh, them? Moved"

Kim froze. "What?"

"Yeah, Porsche got some big shot job offer or whatever. Took the pup and left last night. Didn’t say much, just that they needed to settle fast" He shrugged. "Why? Curious about the kid again?"

Kim couldn’t breathe.

Moved?

Gone?

Porchay was gone.

His fingers dug into the side of his jeans, claws half-formed. His wolf snarled. He didn’t even apolo—.