It was the same until the day when Xiao Feng had turned eighteen years old, that day, Wang Yuan and his father, Alpha Shaohong, had prepared a party for him at the BlueMoon packhouse.
As always, the alpha princes and princesses from all the packs had been invited, but this time it wasn't just them.
Even betas and omegas who could manage to come had been invited.
The packhouse was alive with energy, the kind of energy that made every corner shimmer with anticipation and festivity.
The music, the noise, the laughter, the warmth of hundreds of people, some familiar, some distant acquaintances.. filled the space, and it made Xiao Feng strangely emotional.
He had never celebrated his birthday like this, never had anyone go to such lengths just for him. Looking around at all the faces, all the people gathered simply to celebrate him, a heaviness settled in his chest, a combination of awe and vulnerability.
He wished, for just a fleeting second, that his own pack would disappear entirely, vanish into nothing, leaving him here at BlueMoon without anyone to bother him or threaten him.
To be surrounded solely by people who celebrated him without conditions, without complications,.. it was a longing he didn't know he had until now.
Amid the chaos of music, laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses, Wang Yuan had finally left his side, probably going to do something that Xiao Feng wasn't so sure about what it was.
And in that moment, a girl appeared at his side, one that he had never seen, cornering him with sudden closeness.
Her words barely reached him; the sound of them was drowned out by the thumping rhythm of the music in his ears.
Then, before he could even register what was happening, her lips pressed against his.
Xiao Feng froze, every nerve ending screaming in shock, his eyes wide. Time seemed to stretch in that heartbeat.
Just as he registered what was happening, Wang Yuan appeared from the side Xiao Feng had been facing.
Seeing him, Xiao Feng's reaction was instantaneous, he pulled away as if caught committing an unforgivable act, a small, guilty retreat that betrayed the innocence of the encounter.
Wang Yuan froze where he had appeared, his expression unreadable at first, then slowly hardening into something that seemed disbelief mingled with something heavier.
Without a single motion beyond turning on his heel, Yuan walked back the way he had come, leaving Xiao Feng standing there, frozen in place, the girl forgotten, the party blurred around him.
Instinctively, he followed him, every step of his own impulsive choice fueled by a sudden, desperate need to bridge the distance between them.
Yuan didn't stop walking, even though he knew Xiao Feng was following. Each step felt weighted with tension, unspoken words filling the space between them.
When Yuan reached his room, he pushed the door open, his posture rigid, ready to close it behind him. But Xiao Feng, with a determination fueled by something he didn't yet fully understand, held it still with every ounce of strength he possessed.
Finally, when he entered as well, he locked it behind him, there was a brief pause, a pregnant silence that hung in the air, electric with unresolved tension.
Yuan didn't even seem to want to meet his eyes.
His gaze remained averted, his breath uneven and heavy, as if he were struggling to contain a storm within himself.
Xiao Feng moved closer, drawn magnetically to him, a force he couldn't resist. Step by step, he closed the distance.
Yuan didn't step back; he remained still, as if suspended between resistance and surrender.
For a moment, they stood there without anyone saying a word, their chests rising and falling simultaneously.
Xiao Feng's head tilted slightly, almost instinctively, leaning in toward Yuan's lips.
Yuan didn't move away.
Their lips nearly met, hovering on the precipice of the first kiss, when Yuan turned his head away, a brief, fragile retreat.
"I didn't kiss her," Xiao Feng murmured, voice low, almost pleading. "She kissed me, and I didn't even know that she was going to kiss me. If I knew, I would have moved away." He explained himself as if he was doing it to his boyfriend who had just caught him being kissed.
But the fact was, they had never talked about 'them', about what they both knew very well they felt toward each other… yet here they were, acting like they had been together all along.
Only after those words left Xiao Feng's lips did Yuan finally look back at him.
Their eyes locked.
Something in that moment pulled them toward each other. There was restraint in their movements, a tension that showed they were still holding back, but this time it did not give them a chance to stop.
Their lips met, but then froze.
Their breaths turned uneven and heavy, chests rising and falling as if they had forgotten how to breathe properly.
After a moment, Yuan's hands lifted unconsciously to Xiao Feng's neck, fingers firm as he gently pulled him closer, and his lips pressed harder against Xiao Feng's.
He moved closer, as though closeness itself was not enough, as though he needed more of him.
One hand stayed at the back of Xiao Feng's head, anchoring him there, while the other slid to his back, pulling him tightly against himself.
Xiao Feng's lips parted just slightly, and in that small opening Yuan's lower lip slipped between them.
Neither of them had ever kissed before, yet it felt as if something deep inside them was guiding every movement, telling them what they wanted, what they needed.
What they were feeling was what led them.
When the need for more surfaced, the kiss deepened naturally, their tongues touched, brushing against each other, exploring each other's mouths desperately.
When closeness no longer felt sufficient, they shifted, pressing their bodies closer together.
When the need to touch became unbearable, their hands moved further.
They touched everywhere, finally claiming the contact they had craved for so long.
Their bodies burned with desire, every nerve alive, as though electricity was racing beneath their skin.
They did not realize when touching through layers stopped being enough. Without fully registering it, they began undressing each other.
Robes slipped away one after another until nothing remained between them.
By then, they no longer knew where they were. It felt like being somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere they never wanted to leave.
Their skin finally touched.
Their bodies trembled at the contact alone. Quiet, unintentional moans escaped their mouths. Their cocks stood hard, pressing against each other's stomachs.
They pushed closer, desperation overtaking restraint. Their touches grew frantic, their kisses harder, pleasure flooding every nerve..
And yet, no matter how intense it became, it still felt inadequate.
As if it was not enough.
As if they were missing something.
As if they needed more.
And even when they found themselves in bed, Yuan on top of Xiao Feng, the feeling remained. They still did not know what it was they craved.
They only knew that what they were doing was giving them a kind of pleasure they had never known existed, but still... Their bodies wanted something more.
They did not know what it could be. They did not know what else they could possibly do beyond what they were already doing.