lovenhardt1 (lovenhardt1) wrote,

A Primal Right.

A Primal Right.

Word Count: ~58.000. This chapter 2.136
Pairing: Adam/Tommy (Werewolf).
Warnings: Sexual content, minor character death.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimers: The people you might recognize in here are NOT mine. I'm not making any profit, I'm only doing this for fun. There is no way this ever happened and so on. Oh…. And werewolves don’t exist either…. Sowry.

Beta:thrace_adams. Thank you sweetie for all your help, I love you so much for it! All your hard work made mine shine.
Werewolf AU. Romance with just enough angst to make it good.
A/N: This fic is written for my dear friend 
dkymekare because she loves wolves above.

I had some really incredible cheerleaders on this fic!!! I love you all dearly! And I couldn’t have done it without you! So THANK YOU!!!

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Summary: You know that feeling of being in control? Of knowing what happens next? You’ve got it all worked out, knows it’ll be hard work but worth it. You’re so focused on carefully laid plans that you kinda forgot about you…. but then something or someone comes along and changes everything. Suddenly you’re not even in charge of your own heart anymore. Yeah. That’s what happened to me.

Sit down and let me tell you a story… you might want to put your legs up and get comfortable, we’ll be here for a while.

It all began a day I was letting my wolf have some fun in the woods…

I heard them before I smelled them, the loud roar from the bear and the painful scream of an injured human being.

I have no idea why I reacted the way I did. Humans are not important to us; it's not that we dislike them, we just don’t care. They’re not a part of the pack, so they are none of our concern. The pack is all that matters.

Nevertheless I found myself in front of the guy on the ground, doing my best to ignore the metallic, salty delicious smell of his blood. I snarled and fixed my eyes on the bear, hoping to read his next move. My heart was beating violently in my chest, I’m a were – a wolf, born to be my pack’s next alpha, but this enemy was a very real danger to my life. The bear’s fetid breath hit my senses. It growled at me and rose up on its hind legs and my entire body tensed.

I stood my ground, ready to attack if he moved so much as an inch closer. What the hell am I doing?? ran through my head just before I heard Mia’s Tommy! in my mind. I felt her fear and dismissed it; if I took my focus off the bear he would kill me and the sorry excuse for a human bleeding on the ground.

I didn’t turn to look at her, but knew she was right at the edge of the woods. She was watching the bear and me and as much as I needed her help I really didn’t want her to intervene. 

The boy’s breath came out hard and gasping and in the corner of my eye I saw him trying to put pressure on the wounds in his leg; the blood was seeping through his fingers and painting everything red. He was hurt badly and if this took too long I wouldn’t be able to help him. His huge blue eyes stared at us, wide with fear, trying to figure out which one of us was the biggest threat to him.

The bear roared and foam splattered against me but before he had a chance to get back down on all fours to have a go at me he was attacked by a slim, brown wolf.

Mia had decided to come to my rescue. I took advantage and leapt forward to sink my teeth into one of his hind legs and he whined in pain as his eyes rolled. Mia and I circled the huge animal, my mouth filled with the taste of his blood.

His eyeswere following our every step; I could smell his doubt and beginning fear, so I stopped to look him directly in the eye and a low growl worked its way from my stomach and out into the open. He flinched and I barked and made damn sure to flash my canine teeth. He snorted and turned around to leave, limping his way into the woods.

I lifted my head and let out a satisfying howl at the sky above me. A moan behind me called me back to reality. The boy was lying on the ground staring at me with fear in his eyes. I lowered my head and tilted it a bit, my mind filled with confusion as I wondered why the hell I had thrown myself into the fray to protect him. I'd failed my ruler and broken our laws because of him. His blood poured into the soil and the metallic smell blurred my judgment.  I had to fight the urge to taste him.

Tommy? Mia sounded concerned and I looked at her.

Get the hell out of here! I growled and she dropped to her stomach and crawled her way up to me. When she reached me she lifted her head and gently licked my jaw.

What are you gonna do? She asked fearfully. Anger flared in me and my reply wasn’t up to its usual standards when I snarled it out between gritted teeth.

I’m not gonna kill him; I fucking just put both our lives in danger to save his ass. Now get out of here. I need you to leave right now.


NOW! She made a low complaining noise but got on her feet and snuck back into the forest, her tail so low between her legs it almost brushed against her stomach.

I turned my attention to the guy; he was clearly in excruciating pain, his face twisted in agony and terror. I looked at his wounds, they were serious and he was bleeding out pretty fast.

He looked like he was about my age.  Mid-twenties, strong, muscle-toned limbs, round face, black hair, healthy, and blue eyes.  Eyes that made me wonder if they were blue or grey. I put him in the obnoxious ‘hiker’ category. His hair was damp and clinging to the sweat breaking out on his skin. But he was still beautiful. I damned the entire human race for their fragility.

Something about him intrigued me very much and my heart was aching at the thought of him dying at my feet. The feeling left me so confused.

I sniffed him carefully, letting his scent fill my senses. He tried to get away from me but he was already too weak to give it a decent try. He collapsed and groaned in pain and defeat.

To this day I’ll never understand what made me act the way I did. I mean, I know but I still don’t quite understand. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would get me in trouble, but I still did it. I changed in front of him. The only conscious thought in my head was that I had-- no, needed-- to save his life.

His eyes grew even wider when he saw my white wolf with golden eyes turn into my human form, my brown eyes searching his face for new terror. I didn’t find any; instead there was wonder and curiosity.

I knelt beside him and reached out to assess the damages without my wolf’s need to taste his blood. He kept his gaze locked on me and opened his mouth to speak to me. His voice! Oh my god his voice, it was velvety and smooth even though it was weak, somehow it touched every fiber of my skin, making it tingle.

“Who are you?”

I didn’t answer, I let my teeth show and bit my wrist. Blood dripped slowly and I extended my arm to him.

“Drink,” I prompted.

“No!” He didn’t show one bit of fear.

I kept my eyes on him, waiting. He still didn’t comply. I must say I kinda admired that, dude’s got balls; too bad they could end up killing him.

“You need to; you’ll die if you don’t. I can’t get you out of here fast enough to get you to a hospital. You’ll die before any human can help you.”

I glared at him and made an impatient wiggle with my wrist. A wave of pain made his body shudder and he moaned quietly. With a small sigh he weakly took hold of my wrist and brought it to his lips.

I really can’t explain what that did to me. Him touching me--it made my skin buzz and the tingling feeling that his voice caused almost exploded inside me. My blood was on fire and I felt weak, or maybe under his spell. It wasn't that I wasn't familiar with lust, want or even need. But this feeling had me in unfamiliar territory. It took root in my soul more than my body and I felt owned. It scared the living daylights out of me.

He sucked harder once he felt the healing change in him and his breathing got lighter, less troubled. He kept looking me in the eye, all of his emotions displayed just for me to see. I tore my eyes from his and checked his healing wounds, my fingers itching to touch, but somehow I managed to control my impulses.

When he stopped drinking and let go of my wrist I felt empty, deprived, instantly missing his touch. But I buried it in the back of my mind and brought my wrist to my mouth and licked the wound to close it. His were eyes glued to me, seeing everything and more importantly seeing me.

“Who are you? You saved my life; I need to know who you are.” His voice was soft, filled with wonder and awe.

I growled deep in my throat as a warning and shook my head. I got to my feet and he surprised me when he did the same. I stepped back, looking at him. His wounds had closed and the only proof of the bear’s attack was his ripped clothes. He looked strong and I was thinking that I might have misjudged this human’s strength.

He looked down at himself to take in the damage and then he fixed his eyes on me again. Openly and with a curious gaze he looked me over and for the first time I was painfully aware of my nudity. I need to get the hell out of here, I thought. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Didn’t know how to.

Slowly he reached out to touch my face, a small smile on his lips and that’s when I noticed the freckles. He must have noticed my attention because his smile grew wider, knowing. His scent had changed, he felt it too, the overwhelming attraction. When his hand finally brushed against my skin, the electric jolts ricocheting through my blood somehow made me pull back. It was too much, too intense.

I stepped back, memorizing his face, the beautiful features and turned away to leave, knowing I was never to see him again.


“You’ll be fine! Get out of the woods and go home. And don’t come back. It’s not safe outhere!” with those words I changed back and the wolf took me into the woods in one powerful leap. Sometimes escape is the only way to save yourself. I had to go home and fix things with Mia and hope that my world wouldn’t collapse, knowing my alpha - my mother - would not be impressed by my actions.

Arriving at home was even worse than I imagined it would be.

First of all I was greeted by Mia waiting for me at the edge of the meadow. Her ear sperked up when she saw me, then flattened as she lowered her head and her tail went down between her legs. Her posture screamed submissiveness. My heart dropped to my stomach. Baby I’m sorry, please don’t be like that.

Her ears perked up again but she kept her eyes to the ground. Sometimes, if not all the time, I fucking hated being the next in command. Even though Mia is her pack’s alpha, me being Beta in my own pack still made her want to submit if I really meant it, and I truly hated that and I never wanted to see her like that. I bumped my nose against hers and she pushed back and met my eyes. What happened?

Nothing. I sneaked a peak at the porch expecting to see my mother at the banister waiting for me to fess up my incredibly stupid mistake, because somehow she always fucking knew. Mia of course noticed. Darren is here, making sure everything is ready for the ceremony. Oh shit, there was no way I could walk in there smelling like blood and human. My trouble with mom had nothing on the wrath of Darren.

Mia nuzzled me and because she knows me so fucking well I didn’t even have to verbalize my concern before she rubbed herself all over me. There love, now it’s a little disguised but take the back door and hit the shower. I’ll meet you in your room when you’re done. And you can tell me all about what didn’t happen okay?

I let her know it was okay with a tiny nod and crossed the meadow as quietly as possible.Totally stealth-like I went around the back, changed into my human form, and snuck into my room to haul out a new set of clothes and before going for the bathroom.

After a quick but thorough shower I dried off thinking about how I should explainthings to Mia, or what I should explain. I still didn’t have any good reason for acting the way I did. But I figured that if I could actually tell Mia and maybe make her understand then there was a little, okay tiny, chance that my mother wouldn’t tear off my head when I was forced to confess to her.

chapter 2

Tags: adam lambert, adam/tommy, tommy joe ratliff, werewolves
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