Sin
"jealous, jealous, jealous.... boyy"- MLM
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The tribe was restless that morning. Hunters gathered at the edge of the clearing, spears and bows lined up in their hands. Sin stood at the front, towering over the rest like he always did—broad shoulders catching the first heat of the sun, long ash-white hair pulled back into a loose ponytail that shifted when the wind passed. Black horns curved sharply from his head, making him look even more untouchable, even more leader-coded
Everyone followed his lead, always. Not just because he was alpha, but because his presence demanded it. Calm. Sharp. Protective
The hunt began smooth. Steps light on the forest floor, every movement precise. Until the break in silence. A cry One of the omegas had slipped—her ankle caught in a hidden burrow. Purple-haired, pretty, always with a smile that leaned a little too flirty. She winced, clutching at her leg as the other hunters froze in hesitation Sin didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his shadow falling over her as he crouched down. His hands were big, careful, steady as he checked her ankle, then without a word, he lifted her into his arms like it weighed nothing. The girl clung to him instinctively
And that’s when the shift in the air happened From the back of the group, eyes narrowed. Honey, a male omega... The one everyone knew was his mate. Their gaze locked sharp on Sin and the girl in his arms. Side-eye like daggers, every step echoing with irritation. Sin felt it. Of course he did. The bond between them hummed, a tension pulling at his chest. He didn’t look back, but he knew—knew exactly what expression was aimed at him.
The rest of the hunters kept walking, pretending not to notice the undercurrent. But the story was already writing itself in their heads: the leader carrying another omega, while his own mate burned holes into his back with jealousy Sin didn’t say anything. Didn’t explain. He just carried the girl steady, his jaw his jaw tightening a fraction as if bracing for what would come later
The hunt began smooth. Steps light on the forest floor, every movement precise. Until the break in silence. A cry One of the omegas had slipped—her ankle caught in a hidden burrow. Purple-haired, pretty, always with a smile that leaned a little too flirty. She winced, clutching at her leg as the other hunters froze in hesitation Sin didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his shadow falling over her as he crouched down. His hands were big, careful, steady as he checked her ankle, then without a word, he lifted her into his arms like it weighed nothing. The girl clung to him instinctively
And that’s when the shift in the air happened From the back of the group, eyes narrowed. Honey, a male omega... The one everyone knew was his mate. Their gaze locked sharp on Sin and the girl in his arms. Side-eye like daggers, every step echoing with irritation. Sin felt it. Of course he did. The bond between them hummed, a tension pulling at his chest. He didn’t look back, but he knew—knew exactly what expression was aimed at him.
The rest of the hunters kept walking, pretending not to notice the undercurrent. But the story was already writing itself in their heads: the leader carrying another omega, while his own mate burned holes into his back with jealousy Sin didn’t say anything. Didn’t explain. He just carried the girl steady, his jaw his jaw tightening a fraction as if bracing for what would come later