Chapter 12: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Regret!

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Jeremy had neither orgasmed so hard nor released so much as he did when his climax finally hit. He let out a mighty roar as he released stream after stream of cum into his mate. He couldn’t seem to stop. Jeremy completely let himself go in order to feel the unadulterated bliss that had engulfed his whole being. And with that powerful euphoric release, came lightheadedness and shockingly, a sudden intense feeling of tenderness. And that was when it happened…

Jeremy instantly snapped out of that murderous haze he’d been under since laying eyes on Ryan the night before. With an agonized groan, he staggered back, slipping out of Ryan and causing a flood of cum, tinged with red to spill out of Ryan.

“Oh fuck!” Jeremy groaned, staring at the traces of blood on his cock.

It was then that Jeremy noticed that his mate had passed out. He’d been too lost in bliss to notice that fact. He felt a sharp pang of guilt flash through his chest and gave an anguished growl. It was one thing inflicting pain as punishment, and another thing actually relishing and deriving utter pleasure whilst inflicting pain on none other than his mate. That was not acceptable. With shaky hands, Jeremy reached for some tissues and wiped the blood and cum off his cock, and allowed the tissue to fall out of his nimble fingers. He’d never felt so miserable and remorseful as he felt that very moment. As he tucked himself into his pants, the door to Ryan’s room burst open and a furious-looking Philip filled the doorway. Jeremy gasped, instinctively shielding Ryan’s body with his. It was a wolf thing to automatically want to shield a mate.

“What have you done, Jeremy?” Philip asked gruffly, slamming the door shut behind him.

He’d heard his alpha’s anguished growl and knew his friend was no longer in his kill mode. An Ojah in a kill mode wouldn’t growl in anguish no matter how badly he acted. Philip, therefore, knew it was safe to enter the room. He saw the still form of Ryan on the bed and felt his heart drop into his stomach.

“Tell me you haven’t killed him, please...” Philip’s voice was barely above a whisper. He was so focused on the man on the bed that he didn’t even notice the misery in his alpha’s eyes. Philip concentrated hard on Ryan…he wanted to hear a heartbeat. And when he did, he gave a sigh of relief which ended in a groan when his eyes landed on the bloody tissue on the floor. Philip’s eyes widened in horror. “Damnit, Jeremy. You could have fought it? Fuck!” He racked his fingers through his hair in anger and frustration. “And did you really have to use your alpha command on him that much? Are you trying to fry his brain? Was that the plan? To kill him? Is that it? Fuck!” Philip smashed a fist into the wall. “You’re going to regret inflicting so much pain on him, mark my words. Fuck, I’m so angry right now?”

“Lip…” Jeremy called falteringly but Philip was too angry to even hear him.

“He told us what he was doing here. If you doubted him, why couldn’t you just find out for yourself by opening up and reading his fucking mind? Is it that you’re scared to know he’s actually telling the truth? Because that would mean he’s not a hunter and therefore you wouldn’t have any other tangible excuse to hate him? About him being a guy…you should know you can’t challenge Luna, Jeremy. Do you have any idea what the consequences will be? I’ve loved you like a brother and respected you as my Alpha. But this…” Philip shook his head sadly. “I just can’t deal. This Jeremy who actually snaps and sadistically inflicts such pain is not the Jeremy I know. The Jeremy I know has better self-control. The Jeremy I know would have fought to hold on to his humanity. You allowed yourself to be controlled when you could have made an effort and snapped out of whatever haze you were under much earlier. Now, look at what you’ve done. He’s your fucking mate.”

“How long have you been standing outside the door?” Jeremy asked quietly.

“Long enough.” Philip snapped. “You really think I wouldn’t have heard all the screams?”

The last thing Philip had wanted to do was attract the wrath of an ‘insane’ alpha by barging into the room whilst he was fucking his mate. So he’d waited tensely, heard every scream, heard every uttered plea, and heard the cruel words that were uttered by Jeremy. Philip had felt so furious but helpless as he couldn’t interrupt. He would have been dead already.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” Jeremy’s voice cracked gruffly, causing Philip to take a closer look at his alpha. For the first time since barging into the room, he noticed just how shaken Jeremy looked.

“Oh, Jer...” Philip breathed, his heart going out to his friend despite himself. “You know I couldn’t have. You’d turned your humanity off. You would have killed me if I’d interrupted. I know my limits.” No matter how close they were, interrupting an Ojah who was in that kill state, whilst he was fucking would have ended in Philip’s death. And they both knew it. “At a point, I wanted to damn the consequence and interrupt anyway but we both know that killing me wouldn’t have stopped you from continuing with what you were doing.” He would have died for nothing.

Jeremy nodded slowly and turned to look down at his still passed-out mate. “I don’t know how I’m going to fix this, Lip,” Jeremy said quietly. “I just don’t know.”

“You’ll find a way,” Philip said gently. “I know you will. Maybe you should start by linking with him first. Listen to him. I’ll be outside if you need me.” With that, Philip left Jeremy with his still passed-out mate.

Jeremy entered the bathroom and came back with a wet towel with which he began to wipe his cum off Ryan’s thighs and butt. Just as he was about to turn Ryan over to enable him clean his front, he saw Ryan begin to stir and actually froze. Shit! For the first time since setting eyes on Ryan the night before, Jeremy was afraid. He heard Ryan’s moan of pain and had to suppress his own groan of distress. The alpha was so terrified of what he’d done to his mate he could feel his wolf cowering inside him. He swallowed hard as he watched Ryan try to move.

“Turn over,” Jeremy said softly. It wasn’t a command.

Ignoring Jeremy’s words, Ryan sluggishly pushed to his feet and slowly turned around to look at Jeremy. Although disoriented and still trembling with the aftereffects of his brutal rape, he just wanted to look at the man who had caused him so much pain. Ryan was in so much shock he totally forgot about his state of undress and the fact that his dicks were exposed. And it certainly didn’t even register that Jeremy’s eyes were no longer red but rather, deep blue as they’d been in his dream. It didn’t even click that the jeans around his knees was impeding his movement. He couldn’t believe the level of pain that the man had inflicted on him. It was only when he heard Jeremy’s sharp gasp, and noticed the direction of his eyes that Ryan realized what he’d done. Oh shit! But even as he quickly tried to pull up his jeans to cover himself, he heard Jeremy’s whispered words…

“Oh fuck, this is freaky.”

Ryan slowly straightened up, releasing his grip on his jeans. He began to shake with the myriad of emotions that were boiling within him…foremost being anger. All the pain he’d been made to go through by Jeremy, all the anger that he’d suppressed, all the bitter tears that he hadn’t shed again since he’d cried in his mother’s arms when Coach Chris had called him a freak at the age of nine, came together like a grenade and then exploded.

He snapped!