The Lunar Lake - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

It’s his first time at the Lunar Lake.

The half-yearly ritual just started. Multiple packs come together, alphas and omegas present themselves in the lake under the moonlight in search for a partner for their ruts or heats, and hopefully find a mate for life.

Jeongguk just presented as an alpha, it’s his very first time finding a partner for his first upcoming rut.

His brothers are all older, they’ve all mated their first time, and there’s pressure on him to find his mate the very first time too.

Chances are low.

He’s never really felt attraction towards omegas, never really thought about sex either. He was too busy trying to become the strongest of all his brothers, too busy trying to impress his pack. Too busy beating all the records for hunting, running, climbing.

Frankly, he doesn’t think he really cares who he ends up with.

He stands at the side with Hoseok, the only other pack member who hasn’t mated the first time.

For a completely different reason.

“If you eat something really good, it doesn’t mean other things are less good, you just haven’t tasted all of it, you know?”

Yeah. He thinks he knows. Maybe.

“Oh.. that is one pretty omega..”

Hoseok says then, making Jeongguk’s attention snap back towards the middle of the lake.

He’s right.

It’s the prettiest omega he’s ever seen. His skin glows under the moonlight, black hair looks like silk, blowing softly in the wind. Even from here he can see the curve of his back towards his ass, looking so soft and supple.

He suddenly understands, all the feelings his brothers have told him about. The possessiveness, the need, the carnal need to claim something for his own.

It hits him out of nowhere.

He walks forward, but Hoseok holds him back.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think? I want him.”

“You know you’ll have to fight any other alpha who wants him right?”

“Yes I know how the ritual works.”

He says, yanking his arm back.

“You wanna fight me?”

He asks then, stepping into the lake while watching Hoseok who shakes his head and sighs.

“You’re gonna die. You know you have to sit back and wait for the big alphas to go first, that’s the safe way.”

Jeongguk huffs out a breath.

“You’re letting the prettiest ones go because you’re scared of a little scratch?”

“Death, sometimes they fight to death you know?”

Hoseok reminds him as though he doesn’t know.

It’s too late anyway, he’s tiptoed into the lake and now anyone who dares to step in has to fight. And he’s absolutely ready. Though he’s not yet gained as much muscle as he wants, he’s strong and agile, and he’s got balls. With 5 older brothers he knows how to stand his ground.

No one enters the water.

All eyes are on him.

He wants to think it’s because he’s intimidating and smells really strong, but he knows that’s just too good to be true. Something is wrong.

He looks around confused as he steps closer and closer to the omega in the middle of the lake, the cold water reaches up to his hips. Big eyes are on him, all around, all packs have gone quiet.

Something is wrong and he doesn’t know-

Alpha.

The scent coming off the male in the lake, it hits his nose better now. He’s an alpha.

Fuck.

This has to be a dream. A nightmare.

The cold water gently cupping around his legs and hips is way too real to be a dream. The way the alpha looks at him with curious eyes makes him want to sink through the sand underneath his feet.

He’s presenting himself to an Alpha.

fucking fantastic.

The silence is so thick and tense, it makes him almost paralyse. He’s going to be humiliated by his pack, by his brothers, by his sisters, by the pack alpha. Worst of all, by Hoseok.

A blush reaches the tips of his ears. He can’t walk away. The ritual just started, and the alpha has to accept or reject him now. He hopes he will make it easy for him, let him leave without any inspection, any scenting, any touching.

Fuck.

He clenches his jaw as the alpha approaches him. His scent had thrown him off. For an alpha, it’s light, it’s soft, he smells like fresh peaches. Now that he’s closer, Jeongguk can smell the richness of it, the way it lingers in his lungs like all alpha scents do.

With shame and shock he looks at the alpha, apologetic. He doesn’t seem to care much, seems mostly curious about him as he walks around him slowly to size him up.

He’s still the prettiest man he’s ever seen, alpha or not. His hair looks just as soft as his small face, his pretty cheeks glow in the moonlight, his lips are full, plush. He has a sharp jawline, as opposed to all softness, and sharp monolid eyes that travel over his body.

Jeongguk feels his heart beat faster the longer he looks, feels his cock twitch despite his nature.

The alpha has made two circles around him, and comes to a stop at his side. He’s proceeding. He could have turned him down already with a simple shake of his head, but he’s not. He touches his chest, slowly rubs his hand over it to feel his muscles.

Fuck.

An alpha is actually considering him as rut partner and potential mate. This is insane.

He forgets he’s supposed to show off, so in shock of his mistake that he just lets the alpha touch him. About halfway through he swallows his nerves and tries to at least honour the further ritual.

He flexes his muscles as the alpha touches them thoroughly, almost excessively. The scent of peaches intensifies, indicates that he likes it. The alpha likes his body, likes how he feels.

He’s in conflict. His body is pleased and satisfied with the reaction, but his mind is not. His first rut partner can’t be an alpha. It’s not okay.

He looks with worry at the alpha who is now coming closer to breathe in his scent. He looks a few years older than him, Jeongguk thinks it’s probably not his first time at the Lunar Lake.

There’s a soft content growl from the alpha’s lips as he breathes him in. Jeongguk knows he’s supposed to stay still for this part but the alpha’s scent is so thick that he can taste peaches on his tongue and he turns his head a little just to breathe in more of it.

The alpha licks over his scent gland then, and Jeongguk can’t help but moan softly. He bares his neck as is custom, but he would have done it either way. He lets the alpha scent him, lets him lick and nip on the skin of his neck, along his scent gland.

His lips feel soft and warm, soothing. He wonders how they would kiss him, if they’d be just as soothing, or maybe rough. His cock twitches again, slowly getting hard from all the attention.

It’s his first time, he’s never had sex. A little lick over his scent gland makes him all hard. God, he feels so inexperienced.

The alpha tangles his hand in his hair and pulls it a little to the side so he can kiss his other scent gland too. Jeongguk lets another moan slip out of his mouth, eyes falling closed in bliss as he feels the alpha’s hot tongue licking over his neck.

“Mmh..”

His hands tremble a little. He knows he’s not supposed to touch yet, he has to wait his turn, but he wants to pull the alpha closer and bury his face in his neck too, lick over his scent gland until he tastes peaches, only peaches.

His nipples stiffen, cheeks starting to glow a little hot with the thorough way the alpha is scenting him. He steps closer, presents himself a little more, wants his hands on his body. A soft whine leaves his lips, a soft beg, a soft beg for his touch.

He receives it. The alpha moans softly in return, sounding just as sweet as his scent. Then his hands move over his body, caressing his chest, playing with his nipples, slowly going to his waist, to his ass.

Reality hits him for about two seconds. he’s going to have to take an alpha’s rut. An alpha’s knot.

The worry dissipates when the alpha slowly lets go of him and steps back to take a good look at his cock. He blushes profusely at the way he’s being sized up. He tries to stand more on his toes so his cock shows a little bit more above the water. He knows he’s not fully grown yet, it makes him feel inferior.

The alpha licks his pretty lips, reaches his hand out and curls it around Jeongguk’s cock.

God, if he thought scenting was the hardest part, it’s got nothing on this. He’s not supposed to move as the alpha feels up his cock and balls, feels how big he is, the length, the girth, thumbs over the head of his cock, goes down to feel the base of his knot.

“Ah..”

His head falls back slightly, and he needs to keep himself quiet. He tries to mentally prepare himself before the alpha starts to touch him. He can’t move, can’t make sounds, and he’s not allowed to come. He has to show he can endure for his partner, he can endure long enough.

His breath hitches as the alpha moves his hand around his cock. He’s never been touched by someone else and it’s so different from touching himself. It’s so much better. He tries to stay still, he really does, but his hips move on their own, fucking slowly into the alpha’s small hand. Soft moans leave his lips as he watches him with lust-glazed eyes.

Fuck.

The alpha smirks at him, shows his pretty row of teeth, and Jeongguk takes a deep deep breath in. Peaches fill his senses. Ripe, juicy, sweet peaches. He wants to bite down and taste, wants to feel the juice drip over his lips.

“Ah- fuck.”

He knows he can’t, can’t move, he shouldn’t. But his body is on fire, and he wants it so much. He leans his head on the alpha’s shoulder, moves his hips faster, bites down on his lower lip as he moans. He’s breaking the rules of the ritual. It’s humiliating as it is, but not as humiliating as his orgasm building up.

He’s not gonna make it.

He can’t endure.

It’s been less than a minute.

“Fuck.”

He curses, breathing in the alpha’s scent deeply, mouth watering as he thrusts harder and faster into his hand. He’s gonna come, he knows he is. It’s bad, he can’t come during the ritual, it means instant disqualification. If he comes he’ll have to wait til the next ritual to find a rut partner.

The alpha has the audacity to chuckle, it’s soft and light and pretty. He touches him faster, tightens his grip, and Jeongguk can’t take it. He can’t take it.

“S-stop- stop please.”

He begs, holding the alpha’s wrist to stop him from moving it.

“Young alpha..”

Jeongguk swallows when the alpha whispers against his ear. The sound is nothing short of a siren, so sweet, so light. Yet the way he bats away Jeongguk’s hand, and starts to touch him again, hard and fast and domineering..

He throws his head back, moans spilling from his lips without filter.

“It’s your first time isn’t it?”

He nods, shameful blush covering his cheeks. It’s so obvious it’s his first time. He hates it. He hates being inexperienced, he hates that he’s about to come, he hates that he didn’t notice he presented himself to an alpha, and he hates that this alpha makes him feel better than he’s ever made himself feel.

He’s just flicking his wrist, touching him so simple and plain, yet it’s sending him over the edge.

An alpha.

At the ritual.

The ritual that everyone is watching. Everyone is going to see him come, and he’ll be send back to go through all the shame and embarrassment of his pack for not finding a mate the first time. The shame of reaching an orgasm because of another alpha.

“Thought I was an omega?”

The alpha asks softly. Jeongguk nods again, swallowing thickly as the alpha kisses over his neck, licks over his scent gland.

He’s so close.

“I’ll help you out then. I’ll make you come so you’ll be disqualified. I’ll save you the embarrassment of my rejection.”

He bites down on his lower lip in shame, holds onto the alpha’s shoulders to steady himself.

“I hope your rut will be bearable.. you may think of me, I allow you to.”

Fuck.

He takes a deep, deep breath. Fills his lungs up with the scent of ripe peaches. When he comes, he swears he can taste it on his tongue, swears he feels it in the back of his throat, dripping down like thick syrup. Come spurts out, dirties the water of the lake, and the hand of the alpha.

It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had, he watches the alpha with hazy eyes. He gets a soft smile and a wink before he has to return to the land, ashamed and embarrassed to the bone.

It’s all replaced by thick, thick jealousy when an omega takes his place instead, and the alpha chooses her as his rut partner over him.

Their eyes meet one last time before he disappears into the woods.

After that incident, he gets shamed by his pack, he’s looked at differently by everyone. An alpha simply can’t be with another alpha. It’s not normal.

Hoseok is the only one who doesn’t think it’s weird. Sure, he laughed at him first, but after Jeongguk told him he likes alpha scents more than omega scents, he accepted it easily.

More importantly, he accepts it himself. Being looked at differently doesn’t affect him. The only thing he wants is to be stronger, to be able to beat his eldest brother in a fight.

He’s been forced to skip the ritual a few times, his pack found it better if he did not show himself so soon after the incident. Of course word went out that time about the youngest of the Jeon pack getting send over the edge by an older alpha. He brought shame upon his pack.

To cure him of his sickness they sent many omegas to his hut. They made him ritually fuck an omega on his 21st birthday, for everyone to see. He’s been ordered to do spiritual healing for his sin.

Yet, every time he comes he thinks of him. 

That nameless alpha from three years ago. He wonders about him, calls him Peaches in his mind.

Hoseok knows about his silent obsession. Whenever Jeongguk goes in rut he leaves him ripe peaches in front of his hut, knows that he needs them to get through it.

Half a year later, he finally gets granted permission to go to the Lunar Lake again.

By then he’s grown so much in size. He’s taller and stronger than all his brothers. Behind his back he’s heard whispers of how he might be the pack’s successor. He knows if he challenges his eldest brother he’ll win. But he doesn’t want to. Because winning the right to be pack alpha means he has to find an omega mate for life.

And counter to what his pack believes, he is not cured. He’d rather knot a peach than an omega.

“Do you think he’s still unmated?”

He asks softly as they gather around the lake.

Hoseok still hasn’t chosen a mate. He used to believe it was because he’s just fucking around, but he knows better now. Hoseok is afraid of commitment, he walks away as soon as something gets serious.

“I haven’t seen him the past years.. you know that right?”

“I know.. but you might have missed him..”

He says, nervously looking at the middle of the lake.

He knows Hoseok hasn’t seen the alpha either.. and maybe Peaches did end up mating that omega 3 and a half years ago, and would not be here now. Maybe he already has pups.

He clenches his jaw as he waits for the couple in the middle of the lake to leave the water.

“I’m going in.”

“Woah, wait. You don’t even know if he’s here. You don’t even know if he’ll present for you if he’s here.”

Hoseok says, holding him by his wrist just like he did the first time.

And just like the first time he yanks his arm from Hoseok’s grip and grins at him.

“At least in the middle I can find his scent better. If he’s here I’ll find him.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Don’t make a scene.”

“You know I will.”

He tiptoes into the lake. He presents himself under the moonlight. Less of a boy, more of a man. He knows he looks desirable, he’s trained every day the past years, his muscles are defined, his features have become sharp.

He cups the cold water in his hands and washes his face, pushes his hair back as he looks around the lake. Many curious eyes are on him. many thick, sweet omega scents fill the air.

He doesn’t care about them. He searches for him. Searches for that one scent he’s carved in his memory, that one man that clouds his mind every day.

He catches it.

Peaches.

He’s here.

He takes a deep, deep breath, soft growl rumbling in his chest as he focuses on the direction of the scent.

There he is.

He’s standing there with others from his pack, looking right at him. Jeongguk loves the shock on his face, loves the way his eyes travel down his body like wildfire, so fast and so hungry. Even with all the omega scents turning greedy, he still smells those ripe peaches above them all.

Peaches is impressed.

It shouldn’t feel so good but it does. It feels incredible to be looked at by him, to be examined with hungry eyes, to exceed expectations.

Jeongguk can’t help but smirk at the reaction. Would Peaches dare call him young alpha this time? Would he dare to tell him he’d spare him the embarrassment. 

Because he can endure now. He can endure and he can make him feel good. He can fuck him for days on end.

So why.. why isn’t he entering the lake?

All Jeongguk’s attention is focused on him, he’s presenting specifically for him, he’s making it so obvious that he’s here solely for him.

Peaches won’t enter the lake.

The longer it takes, the more he realises he’s a fool for doing this. Peaches must also have been severely humiliated by his pack for what happened that time. Maybe they did succeed in cleansing him, maybe they did succeed in converting him.

He clenches his jaw, feels disappointment run through his veins, rejection makes him feel small and insignificant.

The ritual continues. An omega presents himself to him, and he has to accept for his pack. Though he knows he won’t knot him and won’t mate him. He can’t turn down the offer.

So he spends his rut with an omega for the first time. He misses the peaches Hoseok prepared for him every other rut. He misses the sweetness dripping on his tongue. This omega’s slick doesn’t taste like that. Fucking a peach feels better than burying his cock inside of an omega who’s name he can’t remember.

It doesn’t matter.

Ruts take about a week usually. Jeongguk can’t take anymore after the third night. He sets to leave the mating grounds, but he catches that scent. He catches it close, and so so thick.

His mouth waters.

He knows he shouldn’t inspect, but he’s not quite in his right mind and he blames it on his rut. He blames it on that when he enters the hut right next to his own just to see him.

Peaches is fucking an omega.

It’s not like their kind is known for privacy, but Jeongguk knows watching an alpha in rut fuck an omega in heat from up close is not custom. It’s supposed to be private. Especially as they’re supposed to mate during all of this.

But Peaches has not left a mark. He hasn’t even scented the omega.

Jeongguk stands there, shamelessly staring at how Peaches fucks her, holds up one of her legs as he thrusts into her. His eyes get stuck there, looking at the alpha’s thick cock pushing inside of her.

His jaw drops slightly, his own cock hardening against his stomach.

It’s probably his scent thickening that makes both of them notice his presence. But seeing the look upon Peaches face makes him think he already knew. He already noticed.

The omega woman seems to not really be present. She’s completely lost in trance and does not seem to care that he’s here.

Meanwhile Peaches does not move his eyes away from him. Not for a second. His pretty round cheeks burn up red as he fucks the omega, while his sharp eyes travel freely over Jeongguk’s body.

“Why- why are you here?”

Peaches asks, as though he doesn’t know.

Jeongguk leans back against the wall as he takes his cock in his hand. He imagines himself as the woman, imagines taking Peaches’s cock, taking every single thrust while breathing in his scent.

“You know why.”

He says, slowly stroking his length as he watches.

Peaches has matured a little too. Not as much as him, but then again, he was already older 3 and a half years ago. Jeongguk can still see the slight changes though. his muscles are more prominent, his scent is a little heavier but it’s still..

He breathes in deeply.

It’s still as effective as all those years ago. It clings in his lungs, those sweet, sweet peaches.

“Don’t- don’t you have an omega right around the corner?”

Peaches asks, trying to brush him off.

Jeongguk won’t have it.

“You noticed I was just around the corner?”

He asks, playing with his cock as Peaches changes position. Jeongguk can look properly at him now, while he’s taking the omega from behind. He sees the shame creep up Peaches’s neck, sees how he averts his gaze because he doesn’t have anything to say.

So he did notice. He noticed Jeongguk was right next to his hut. Maybe he even specifically came to this hut just so they would be closer.

“You’ve grown.”

Peaches says softly, looking at his body, at his broad chest, his small waist, his big cock.

Jeongguk keeps touching himself, loves the way he’s being eyed over. Heat spreads through his body, the familiar feeling of his rut seeping through his senses.

“All for you.“

He promises, emphasising it by stroking his length. His cock is bigger than last time, and he’s proud of it. Peaches watches it with lust-glazed eyes. His thick lips open just a bit, the pace in which he fucks the omega fastens a little.

“Yeah?”

“Every rut I went through I’ve spent with peaches.”

He says, suddenly craving the taste of them, the softness of it, the feeling of them around his cock.

“The- the fruit?”

Peaches asks, though he already knows. By the look on his face, he already knows.

Jeongguk nods, breathing in deeply to let the scent fill him up all the way. It’s not good enough. He needs the omega aside, needs the scent for himself. He’s too greedy to share, too jealous.

“What- what would you do with them?”

So interested. So curious. Whatever Peaches’s pack tried to do hasn’t worked either. It seems no amount of spiritual healing and omega slick can cleanse them.

He licks his lips as he listens to the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating against the walls. He watches sweat building on Peaches’s body, watches him thrust into the omega so nice and deep.

“I’d fuck them..”

He says.

Peaches bites his lower lip not to moan out loud, but Jeongguk can see how much he loved hearing that.

“Yeah? You- you’d fuck them?”

He asks, breathless. Jeongguk touches himself a bit faster to the sound, nods.

“Yeah I’d.. remove the pit and fuck them.”

“Fuck.”

Peaches picks up the pace, eyes focused solely on Jeongguk’s cock as he fucks the omega. He looks so high on his rut, looks like the absolute embodiment of sex.

“What- what else?”

What else.. what else.. he can’t remember much. He goes brainless during ruts, goes numb with pleasure, no sanity left. Peaches is looking quite like that right now.

“After.. after fucking them I’d eat them..”

He admits softly.

It’s enough to make Peaches lose rhythm. His head falls back as he moans, showing his pretty neck. Jeongguk has to hold himself back from walking over and burying his face in his scent gland.

Peaches pulls out before he comes. His knot forms and Jeongguk knows the pain he must feel of not knotting inside of someone. He’s gone through it several times. But Peaches almost doesn’t flinch, like he’s used to it.

No pups, no mate.

Jeongguk stops touching himself just to watch, forces himself to stay right at the door. But it’s hard. Watching Peaches breathe in sharply and hold his knot tightly just to feel like he’s inside of something. God, he knows how much better it would feel if.. if he’d just-

“Don’t come closer.”

Peaches warns him.

Jeongguk only then notices he’s walked closer despite telling himself not to. He’s just a step away.

“I- I can help.”

“No.”

He holds back a pathetic sound, clenches his jaw as he watches Peaches comfort-touch himself. Jealousy eats him alive. He wants to do that. He’d be so much better at it, it would feel better if it was his hand, his mouth, him.

“I can’t give you what you want.”

Peaches says then, standing up to be on the same eye-level. But they’re not. Jeongguk is taller than him now. For some reason it pleases him.

“How do you know what I want?”

He asks.

Peaches huffs out a breath, shakes his head in disbelief.

“Your scent. It’s suffocating me.”

Jeongguk is not sorry. He’s not sorry just like Peaches isn’t sorry for making him come in front of all of the packs, disqualifying him.

“You seem like the type to enjoy suffocation.”

He says.

Peaches eyes flash with something sinister, and Jeongguk feels it deep in his stomach, feels as if he’s being dragged down.

“Go back to your omega.”

That’s the second time Peaches rejects him. Even though he just came solely by looking at him, by listening to him. Even though he smells like he wants him to stay.

when he turns around and Jeongguk sees his back for the first time he understands why. Why he’s been rejected. There’s scars from whipping, his back is littered with it. Unlike three and a half years ago, where his skin had looked so smooth and soft under the moonlight.

It seems he was severely punished.

Jeongguk is lucky to be in a different pack, otherwise he too would have been whipped like that.

That’s why Peaches doesn’t want him, doesn’t want to cross the line.

He wants to step close, touch the markings, kiss them like a mate would, but he can’t. He just stands there, staring, imagining how horrible it must have felt. He doesn’t want to address it, feels like it won’t be appreciated.

“I want to know one thing before I leave.”

He says.

Peaches turns around to face him, cocks his head and waits.

“What’s your name?”

“Park Jimin.”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops.

Park Jimin. 

The only son of the Park pack, the firstborn, the one who will be pack alpha. He’s heard his name so many times, always put a different face to it. Park Jimin, youngest alpha to get a record kills in the yearly hunting competition, quickest, most agile, most beautiful. He’s heard it all, but always imagined someone else.

“I- I’m—“

“Jeon Jeongguk.” Jimin says. “I know.”

He knows. Park Jimin knows him. Of course he would. Jeongguk made it his personal goal to beat him. All with his brothers in mind he would beat record after record.

In his mind he’s always seen him as his rival.

Never as.. Peaches. 

“You didn’t know?”

Jimin asks, blinking like he doesn’t believe it.

“I didn’t. I never.. saw you before because I’m younger. We didn’t compete at the same time.”

He had almost completely forgotten the omega in the room, until she stands to pull Jimin back to the nest. Jealousy makes him bare his teeth, soft growl rumbling in his chest. The woman is in heat trance, she doesn’t feel threatened.

“Well. You know my name now..”

Jimin says, walking backwards slowly.

Jeongguk watches him, watches with sick envy at how he lies down on his back and lets the omega straddle him. Watches and imagines he could be on top of him, sinking down on his cock.

“I’ll see you again.”

He says, promises, for his own sanity.

“Soon.”

He adds.

Three and a half years is too long. He needs to see Jimin again, needs to see him in private, needs to have him in private. On public mating grounds it’s too dangerous, he can’t risk Jimin getting whipped because of him.

“You won’t.”

Jimin says.

Jeongguk doesn’t believe him.