(a/n – I wrote the start of this extra to Am I High Rn by Quin XCII, the lyrics and the vibe of it suited Hagen to me – I’m only sharing for those who like music, you don’t have to listen)

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Hagen’s P.O.V

I hardly remember the things I’d learned in high school; to be honest, it was just one big blur. But there was this one line that had sprouted up during English class while we were dissecting poems. For the life of me, I can’t remember who said it, like even if my life were on the line, I wouldn’t be able to say where it came from, but the line itself I never forgot.

‘Everybody has a fatal flaw, it’s the natural law.’

It was too simple to need much analysis, so my teacher had brushed right over it, but maybe that’s why it stuck with me. I instantly knew my natural defect; the answer came embarrassingly quickly.

I was naive.

Josey said I was optimistic, which she claimed was a great trait to have, but I knew the truth. I was a naive fool.

Letting my ball fly from my fingers, I watch it soar and stall for a moment before it returns to my palm. I keep tossing it up, repeating the motions I’d been stuck in for the last hour.

I was trying to keep my brain busy so that it didn’t get a chance to circle back to thoughts of last night, the same painfully introspective thinkings that kept me from getting a wink of sleep. But in a matter of seconds, images of Nikola’s small crooked smile were returning to the forefront of my mind.

Goddess, what the hell was last night?

Um, only the best night of our adult lives!– Zyair answers while he prances around in my head.

That’s depressing as hell. It was also the truth.

In the weeks leading up to our date, I’d prepared myself for an evening made up of anger and arguments, not what was quite simply… the best night of my life.

How could it not be when he took me to another universe and showed me things I couldn’t have ever imagined on my own? A world where there were two fucking moons and trees that looked like glow in the dark air balloons! Not to mention the surprisingly wonderful company…

It was still just as hard to read Nikola now as when we were kids.

The blank wall he kept on his face was still a frequent flyer, keeping all his thoughts and emotions hidden to my frustration, but his words had filled in the holes.

Nikola had always been honest, but last night, he’d been as open as I think he knew to be. Teasing, a little too smart for his own good and just nice. He’d been better than nice actually; he’d been…

Exceptional, sexy, charming, bottled perfection, respectful as fuck – Zyair babbles in a hungry purr that turns into a swoon –just an all-around gentleman with the sweetest words and most tempting lips!

No, Zyair– I reply with a grimace – I wasn’t going to say any of that.

Boo!

Nikola hadn’t been the forceful dick I knew or the heartless prick who only saw his way to everything. Last night, I met a matured, apologetic version of that person, someone who wanted to do better.

“I promise I’ll make up for it all, Hagen. I’ll be good to you, better. I promise, on everything, on my love for you.

Chest swelling, I falter on my next throw as my heart does slightly-worrying, jumping jacks beneath my chest.

I wasn’t sure if it was the mate bond or just Nik, but every time I recalled that moment last night, where Nik had stood so close that his scent burrowed under my skin and his intense grey gaze made my insides spin, my brain shortcircuited.

It was probably the mate bond, but that didn’t change the fact that I’d felt happiness like nothing before at that moment.

Naive.

With an annoyed growl, I toss the ball away and cover my face with my pillow. But there was no running from the deprecating thoughts; they always came.

They were the thoughts that snuck right past Neo’s defences to batter me for feeling such things after a single evening with the person who tormented me for most of my teenage years. Naive. The ones that reminded me how weak I was, how desperate for affection I must be to even consider him. Foolish.

They’d kept me from sleeping, along with the worry that clogged my lungs whenever I recalled the way the night ended with Nikola’s disappearance act.

No matter how many times I replayed our conversation, I could figure out what I’d said that had made Nikola leave so suddenly. Only sparing me that horrified look on his face that made the soft glow around the evening pop like a balloon.

I’d actually stood there like an idiot for a good five minutes, thinking maybe he would come back. His rushed apology made more sense when it was clear he wouldn’t be.

Without beating around the bush, it sucked and ever since, my already noisy head had been swarming with a million panicked thoughts; was it something I said? Something I did? Did he not like me telling him he looked constipated? It was a joke, but I guess nobody wanted to be told they look constipated, especially not from their mate.

Zyair had been a whining mess of anxiety, and I wasn’t much better, if I was being honest. And then I’d stumbled into my apartment and found a box of dark chocolate truffles on my counter.

I didn’t know how long I’d stared at that box with its deep purple bow, deceptively calm on the outside while my insides mushroomed and exploded.

Naive… fool.

“Hagen!”

I tear the pillow from my face as my door swings open to reveal my old man, whose anger pulsed so much the tattooed claw on his neck looked like it was scratching him.

“You really snuck into my house at the dead of night like some whore?” He questions with a disappointed look that he had no right wearing.

“A whore?” I question because there was no way we weren’t going to address that, “Stop forgetting that I’m your son. You can’t just call me shit like that, man. I am not a whore.”

Pops just shrugs, “I call them as I see them.”

“Dad!” I groan as I pull myself upright.

“I haven’t seen you in two months, Hagen. You can’t just come home and not tell anyone,” he combats angrily. “You could’ve called!”

“Okay, fair enough,” I allow with raised hands, “I’m sorry for coming in last night without saying anything. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Bullshit,”

“Partial bullshit,” I correct with a raised finger because, yeah, it was a little bit of bullshit.

Yes, I did, in part want to show up and surprise my parents since I hadn’t seen them in a bit, so I’d made a last-minute impromptu trip home. But there was also the fact that I found myself hugging an empty box of chocolates at four this morning with a mind full of confusing thoughts.

So yeah, now I was here in packlands, as close to Nikola as my berating thoughts would allow my needy ass.

Spreading my arms wide, I head for my Pops with an apologetic smile, “Look, I’m really sorry. I am. So can we just skip this and go to the part where we hug, and you call me a shitbag?”

My old man folds his arms and lifts his chin like a hurt child.

Honestly, I have no clue how father puts up with him – Zyair deadpans with a slight tsk.

That makes two of us.

“Come on. I’ve missed you, and I know you’ve missed your favourite shitbag too-”

“I don’t like any of you,”

“Besides the point, old man,” I groan when I’m only inches away, “let’s hug and makeup so we can go put up the Christmas lights.” I catch the moment he falters. I pounce on it like a wild animal, “I know where Dad hid them.”

The hurt puppy act finally falls as Pops unfolds his arms and tugs me to him with a mumbling of something about me being a pain in his ass I ignore as I squeeze him tight.

As an alpha, my old man was bigger than I could ever hope to be, which pretty much ensured that whenever he held me, he became my entire world. But it was amazing, that feeling of being encompassed and treasured by one who’d brought me into this world. His scent of apples and pine always made me feel safe and loved, and that was something that would never change.

“I’ve missed you, kid,” Dad whispers above me as he holds me tighter.

“I missed you too, Dad,”

When we part, I’m glad to see that his childish pout was booted out by that happy grin that I’d been lucky enough to have as a staple throughout my childhood.

My old man had a tough life and fucked up a lot sometimes because of it, but he was a happy person and a genuinely good one too. Growing up with him as one of my fathers was a privilege.

“That shit was your warm up,” he says while he lets his massive arm wrap itself around my neck, “now you have to face the devil himself.”

“Weird name to call your mate, but okay,” I tease while he starts us on a path to his other half, “it won’t be that bad, right?”

The guy just laughs, no doubt eager to watch it all unfold at my expense.

“I’ll watch your near murder first, then we’ll get breakfast and put up the lights afterwards,” he explains happily, “you’ll catch me up then. I want to hear all about my youngest shitbag’s life.”

I roll my eyes but still laugh against him while I sink into his familiar hold.

My old man usually talked a lot of shit, but he wasn’t exaggerating when he’d predicted my near murder. While I tried to stuff my face with Dad’s awesome cooking, he’d scolded me like a three-year-old for coming home in the dead of night, ‘like some whore’ according to the old man.

It made me feel like shit because Dad wasn’t just pouting like his mate, he was genuinely upset that I hadn’t given them a heads-up.

“I’m sorry,” I say for the hundredth time when I finish washing my plate and immediately drape myself over his shoulder and kiss him all over, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Caving just a little, Dad groans, “You have to stay for at least a week.”

“I have classes,” I protest, “and a job.”

“You can come him between them,” he combats as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Damon lives in the pack,” I point out, “isn’t that enough? Do you miss me that much?”

I was only teasing, but when Dad looked me in the eye and said, “yes,” I folded like dough.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” I promise, which finally gets me a hug in return. “We’ll have fun,”

“An entire week, yippie,” Pops says sarcastically, tugging me free so he can usher me away, “now let’s hang up these damn lights. I want to get this done before it gets dark.”

Neither Dad nor I pointed out that it was barely eight in the morning; we knew how badly he wanted this.

It doesn’t take long to get the lights from under Levi’s bed, and soon enough, I’m watching my old man climb up the ladder with an extension cord.

(a/n – not Aias appearing in Control – the girls that get it, get it)

“So,” he starts when he’s at the top, where he wraps the cord around last years nails, “how did it go last night?”

I chuckle loosely, “Just going to dive right in, huh? You’re not even going to ask me how school is?”

“Jewels already told me you’re hating it,” he deadpans with a shrug.

So apparently, Dad had seen right through my bullshit over the phone. Awesome.

The demand for me to stay the week suddenly made a whole lot more sense.

“Now, answer my question, how was it last night?”

I sigh while I tighten my fingers around the ladder’s metal to keep it steady, “It was good.”

Looking down, my old man narrows his black eyes on me before a smirk stretches his lips too far apart.

I scowl, “Don’t fucking start.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he argues innocently but I wasn’t falling for his shit.

“I know what that look means,” I say with a pointed finger, “That’s your ′all my kids are gay and they should just accept it face’.”

A heavy laugh bellows from him causing him to rock back so far that he almost topples off the top. I manage to keep him steady while simultaneously fighting a heart attack; if I let this old lump of nonsense fall and break something, Dad would literally put me down.

Dog jokes, not offensive at all, Hagen – Zyair pouts.

“I wasn’t thinking that, but it’s good that you gave it a shot,” Pops eventually manages through his laughter, “I know it’s not easy accepting a mate you don’t want.”

I knew that wasn’t a placation. If anyone could understand, it was Dad and Pops.

“If you actually want it to work, then just give it time, and eventually that part of things will get easier,” Pops tells me not for the first time, “but I know the gender thing isn’t the worst of it for you.”

It wasn’t. I mean, it still freaked me out and made me uncomfortable just to think about, but that was more like a future problem.

Nicola himself was the current problem, or so I thought, until I’d spent the night with an older version of him that made me smile more times than I could count.

“He was nice last night,” I finally admit while I hand him the first bundle of outside lights, “it was just a normal date on another planet, but-”

“Another what?!”

“Don’t make a big deal of it,” I beg, but it was too late, Overprotective Pops was here to play, and he was already calling for backup.

“Jewels!” He bellows at the top of his lungs, “That Amorenia hybrid took our boy to another planet.”

“Are you forgetting how much Dad loves space?” I question a second before Dad bursts out of the house with a look of glee that was nothing like the scowl the old man was probably hoping for.

“Another planet?!” Dad beams excitedly, “How strong was the gravitational force? What did it look like? Are we talking about a planet with H2O as well? Tell me everything, Hagen!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell my Dad that I didn’t understand sixty per cent of what he just said, so I go with what I knew.

“There were two moons,”

Dad loses his shit.

I spend the next ten minutes, telling him all about the pocket realm Nikola took me to, feeding his curiosity until it was sated enough for him to remember the reason I was there in the first place.

“It sounds like you had a time last night,” Dad replies hopefully.

I nod while the old man grumbles, “Crazy fucking witches,”

Despite his mumbles, Pops stops his complaining as he tosses the next set of lights onto the roof before he climbs up after them, “Careful now, you’re bones are brittle.”

“I’ll show you brittle, you damn shitbag,” Pops snaps back despite the ongoing battle he was having with gravity. When he finally gets up safely and catches both Dad and I laughing, he flips us off, “wait until I get back down.”

“If you can get back down,” I mumble, making Dad choke a little on his laughter.

“I’m going to ignore that like the amazing parent I am, and instead ask why you’re acting like a kicked puppy if this date went so well.”

“I’m not acting like a kicked puppy,” I argue as I glance to Dad, who tries for a smile, “well shit.”

“Did something bad happen?” he asks while he starts untangling the bundles of lights still waiting on the ground.

“No,” I scratch at the back of my head and search for the right words, “It sort of ended abruptly. He just said he had to go and disappeared.”

Dad frowns while the old man starts carefully laying out the lights that would hang from the roof in a golden border that made us a beacon for all. The house was too damn big for this, but Pops put his all into making it special since everyone came home for Christmas.

Just the thought of everyone being together again had me grinning like an idiot.

“Maybe something came up at home,” Pops offers with a shrug, “you know how Kat goes crazy for that boy. Maybe she had a surprise ready.”

There was no denying how much Aunty K loved Nikola, should we kill us all for her son, but the look of sheer panic on his face made it seem like he was afraid of something.

“I don’t know,” I groan, “it didn’t seem like that, and Aunty K hates surprises.”

“That’s true,” Dad agrees with a thoughtful hum, “perhaps he was simply overwhelmed.”

Nikola didn’t get overwhelmed. It was Nikola.

“I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you just go find out what it was?” Pops deadpans with a huff, “you’ve got two working legs; use them.”

I snort, the idea ridiculous, “What? I should just show up at his house and ask what happened last night?”

“Precisely,” Dad says with a nod while he takes his freed bundle and heads for the ladder.

“It’s not like the kid will be angry to see you,” Pops replies while he moves to meet Dad at the top so that he can help him up safely. “It’ll probably be the best birthday gift he’s going to get.”

That prospect shouldn’t have made me as pleased as it did.

But it was still… weird wasn’t the word, more like wrong to think about doing that when Nikola always came to me. I could count on one hand the number of times the roles were reversed in our lives.

Maybe it’s time to change that – Zyair suggests kindly – I’m sure he’d appreciate the effort.

I knew he would, but could I do it.

While I ponder the situation, I watch as Pops pulls Dad up from the bottom. When they’re both up, he receives a thankful kiss on the cheek before they scale to the other side of the roof together, to continue the perimeter.

“If you think they’re celebrating and don’t want to crash, then you can wait until tomorrow.” Pops says over his shoulder, “but those miserable fuckers are probably sleeping right now, so I don’t think you’ll be disturbing shit.”

“But what if-”

“Hagen,” Pops says as he rubs his head and looks directly at me, “you did not come home just to hang lights with your Dad and me. You came to see your mate. So stop making excuses, help us finish this, and then go talk to him.”

My old man was a take action kind of guy; it was something I both hated and loved. Sometimes, the way he just cut everything down and offered a solution was the worst when you just needed to talk about what was happening before acting on it. But I guess that’s why he and Dad were a pair; they balanced each other out.

“The bond isn’t something you can really ponder or push away, Hagen,” Dad explains with some sensitivity, “it’s instinct, and the longer you stall, the worst you’ll react when you finally give in.”

“I know,” I groan while I kick the dirt at my feet.

I’d heard the lecture of ignored mate bonds a million times over since I turned eighteen.

“If you want to see your mate, then you should go see him, Hagen, ” Dad presses, “Nobody will judge you.”

“I know that,” I promise, even though there was a part of me that was judging myself. But that part didn’t matter right now. “I’ll go when we’re done here. I can’t leave you guys alone, or nobody will be here to take you to the healer if break something.”

They flip me off in unison, making me laugh as I scale the ladder as quickly as possible so I can help them out properly. Once I’m in arm’s reach, they pull me to them in a playful wrestling match that quickly turns into a hug I never wanted to leave.

It was just the three of us, and yet the family bond still burned bright, making the smile on my lips an almost permanent thing.

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I always thought it was weird how the Amorenia home wasn’t anything like the other witches’ houses in the pack.

There were no swinging lanterns or creepy rain clouds above, no strangely mixed litter of cats constantly hissing at you. None of that weird shit. Only a two-story average home with blue highlights to the white walls and plants hanging from the rafts above the open patio at the entrance.

The only thing that screamed witch at all about the place was the doormat that said ′Go away’, which completely contradicted the sign in the window that said ′ignore the mat’.

Besides Aunty K’s favourite mat, there wasn’t a thing about the home that wasn’t welcoming, and yet I couldn’t stop psyching myself the fuck out.

You always make things into such a big deal – Zyair drawls, clearly exhausted – we don’t need excuses to see our mate. He is literally ours, so just knock on the door, so we can help make things better.

That is one stop further than where I am – I combat with a groan – I’m here to find out what I did wrong firstly.

Hagen, we’ve talked about this. Not everything that goes wrong is your fault.

I wish Zyair could tell that to the thoughts that somehow drowned him out entirely when shit went sideways. Maybe then I wouldn’t be such an anxious mess who overthought every little thing.

“You gonna crease my patio all day, or do you plan to knock at some point!”

I stop the pacing I hadn’t realised I started, silently cursing myself while my stupid brain wondered if I had enough time to make a run for it and try again tomorrow.

The door swings open before I can make my decision, revealing a slightly amused, mostly curious Aunty K, who had her long hair up in a barely functioning bun with paint all over her face and fingers.

“Hi Hagen,” she greets as she props her hip up.

“Hey, Aunty K,” I reply with a nervous chuckle. “I meant to knock. I just…”

“Tapped a little too hard into your old man’s genes and pussied out?”

I snort, shoulders relaxing instantly, “Something like that.”

“Come inside, kid,” she says from over her shoulder, already heading down the narrow hallway where faintly playing instrumentals were coming from. The front door shuts itself the second I enter, leaving me with no choice but to follow her to the living room I thought I knew, right up until the moment I entered it.

With all the furniture pressed against the walls and the wooden floor panels covered by lengths of tarp, they’d transformed the living room into a small art studio. In the middle, sat a ginormous canvas that seemed to be held up entirely by magic.

The splattered canvas turns towards Uncle Apollos just in time to receive the balloon full of bright yellow paint that he hurls at it.

It bursts loudly, sending paint everywhere, but the paint on the canvas runs in a natural dribble. That is, until the canvas twists itself around and all about as if to help the paint drip in different directions. It settles itself eventually, stilling as if preparing for the next ambush of paint.

(A/N – okay… Picasso, I like it)

“Art day?” I hazard as I watch Uncle Apollos rub his forehead, streaking his olive skin with yellow.

“Yeah, we noticed the library wall was a bit empty,” he explains before he smiles widely at me, “it’s been too long, Hagen. How have you been?”

“Good. Fine.” I sputter before settling on one. “Good and fine.”

“Nice,” he chuckles before he gestures to the giftbag in my hand, “I’m guessing that’s not for us?”

“No, sorry,” I say, fingers clenching tighter around the hot pink handles. “Is Nikola home? I-I didn’t get a chance to give him his birthday gift last night, so I figured…”

“He’s in his room,” Uncle Apollos answers with a tight expression that has my insides curling in on itself, “but he’s not one hundred per cent today.”

Whimpering inside, Zyair tries to curl up as if to hide from the pain that instantly struck my heart. “Oh, is he okay?” I ask, limbs suddenly aching to forget this conversation and head upstairs. “Did something happen?”

“He’s fine,” Aunty K interjects as she steps towards me, her dark eyes serious, “but just…be careful with him, Hagen. Please.”

The strain to her voice makes both guilt and anger coil inside of me. But I couldn’t handle any of that right now, so I just nodded and wished them good luck on their painting before making my way towards Nikola’s room.

I take the stairs two at a time, growing even more anxious now that I was so close to him, especially now that I knew that something was wrong.

Doubtful thoughts try to swell inside of me, stripping my confidence from me with reminders that he’d left because of me. But it was too late to turn back now. The bond wouldn’t allow it, and frankly, neither would I.

If something was wrong, then I wanted to be here for him.

I reach the top of the stairs when the door at the end of the hallway swings open, revealing an unusually unkempt Nikola who looked surprised to see me.

Honestly, the whole way over, I’d expected him to appear the moment he sensed me close, but he seemed not to have known I was coming at all. Which was as odd as his appearance, but those worrisome thoughts leave me the moment I meet those with wide, grey eyes.

A new buzz tears through me, sparking from the bond and spreading through my soul in a way it never had before. The bond had always been me, only me, for so damn long, but now I could feel Nikola through it, his presence so strong it made my eyes threaten to water.

Was this how it was supposed to be? This feeling of undeniable rightness that made everything else fade away? All the horrible thoughts and worries that never shut up until he was right in front of me, looking at me with those grey eyes that saw only me.

“You shouldn’t be here,”

It takes a long time for his words to register, but when they do, the lash of them is like a near assault.

I stared at him blankly, sucking in tiny, shallow breaths that did nothing when that brief moment of peace I’d felt at seeing him, cements and plummets inside of me.

“Oh, um,” I struggle to hold his cold gaze. “I’m sorry.”

Last night, those stormy eyes had been alight with things that warmed me in places that were always so cold. They’d been so open and friendly at times, welcoming and hopeful too. But today, there was nothing there but ice.

When Nikola doesn’t say anything else, only clutching the frame of his door as if he was trying hard not to slam it shut, I drop my gaze to the gift bag I was chocking with my fingers.

“I just wanted to give you your gift,” I say only when I’m sure my voice won’t shake, “I didn’t get a chance to give it to you last night.”

I don’t look at Nikola, not sure I could handle that stiff gaze when I knew now all the other ways he could be – all the other ways I’d thought he could be.

“You just left and I thought-”

“Hagen, you can’t be here right now,” There simple words that wouldn’t usually hurt, but they did here, with him.

“Okay,” I mumble as I breathe in deep.

I take a step forward, determined to give him the stupid bag before I’d leave and never think of making such a foolish mistake again, but when Nikola steps back at my approach, I stall.

He’d…

My chest contracts, only allowing laboured breaths as I bite the inside of my cheek to stop the pain of that action from showing.

I should just leave; walk away while I still had some control over myself, but I find myself speaking anyway.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, trying to keep the hurt from my voice, but it comes out anyway.

“No,” Nikola states immediately as the presence of his magic tries to surround me. I could recognise the chill of it anywhere, it had always upset me, but I almost yearned for it right now.

It pulls away before I could fully feel it, leaving me with nothing more than a hint of it.

The loss forces my gaze to Nikola’s where I find his face set taut as if he were straining against something I couldn’t see.

“Now isn’t a good time, Hagen.”

The words are clipped and short, showing nothing to me no matter how hard I try to look for more.

Maybe I was being stupid to want to try for more, but after last night, I couldn’t believe that he’d suddenly become so distant to the point that I felt like he didn’t even want me near him.

“What’s wrong, Nikola?” I press, frustration building, “we had a good time last night. We talked, a-and you said you’d be better,” I hate the way my throat tightens, “I said we’d try, we both said we’d try, and-”

“I meant it,” he cuts through, tone rougher on the edges now as his eyes glow.

“Then tell me what’s wrong, Nikola,” I beg with another step forward that he immediately reciprocates with one back.

Zyair whines as the bond dims from my end, the set distance between us more painful than I was prepared for.

“Hagen, please leave,” Nikola demands, his voice like tense cords waiting to burst.

“What did-”

“Now!” The shout rattles the house as his magic frays, dousing the space in darkness that takes any warmth from the air around us before it retracts like the vexed chaos written all across his face.

Mind ablaze and heart in agony, I drop the gift bag on the ground and turn around before he could see the water building behind my eyes.

“Happy Birthday, Nikola,” I mutter while I descend the stairs as quickly as I can.

I ignore his parents who try to talk to me at the bottom and the way my throat burns and my heart tightens. I ignore the way Nik’s magic continues to lash out from above while I head for the door.

I ignore it all, only focused on escaping him and any of those stupid hopeful thoughts that had taken root in my head after one good night where he’d said and done all the right things.

I gnaw at the inside of my cheek to keep my lips from trembling, but it doesn’t work, not with the way Nikola’s words tore me apart, with memories of last night still so fresh in my mind.

Naive fool.

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