Simba did keep his promise of visiting Oon. He had visited almost daily till Oon was hospitalized, Kong was the one who kept Simba's path clear. 

Simba was sure if Arthit Rojanapat got a whiff of his nightly visits, he would tear him a new one. But, he didn't care at this point.

He was living his dream life, having his mate in his arms was heaven. He wished he could share it with his human side but being the stubborn bull that Singto is, he will only become a thorn in his side by putting impenetrable mental walls on that would exhaust Simba. So, he kept it hidden like the human hides many things from him. When Simba returns back, Singto only remembers running through woods and assumes he was spending his night wandering into the woods, hunting random animals. Although guilty, Simba let him believe that. 

They both were good at it, hiding behind impenetrable walls that is. But, Simba was done with it. He wanted the smile, the happiness with which Oon's eyes light up as soon as he sees his face. He wanted to be forever cuddled with his mate. 

He wanted to run again with his mate. Last week they had sneaked out of the hospital window in to woods behind the hospital building. Once they were satisfied no one would see them, they shed their skin and turned in to their wolves. Oon had a dull copper fur with white patch of fur on his paws and behind his ear. Simba was much larger and completely white. An antarctic wolf. 

As a child and teenager, Oon would dream of such a wolf — the snow wolf — his dream prince with whom he would have his fairytale. He found the notions of fairytale stupid now, but the wolf in every sense of word was devilishly handsome . He was honestly dull and boring compared to the majestic being in front of him. 

His insecurities vanished as soon as Simba closed the distance and nipped his tail, urging him for a game of chase.

And what a chase he gave... By the end of the hour Simba's pristine white fur was matted with dirt but his eyes shone with unbeknownst joy as he tackled his mate down who happily bared his neck in submission for Simba had earned it. The perseverance and tenacity Simba had shown in pursuing Oon had cleared all his previous misdeeds in Oon's eyes. 

Today was again a day which allowed them to be in their safe cocoon. Allowed them freedom to run in the woods, allowed them warmth of intimacy as the full moon shone upon them. Oon whined seeing the full moon, the blessed nights for mates. Yet, he was here, without the mate Mark. He howled at the moon, pouring all his pain, his complaint , his sadness in one cry. 

Simba howled back, equally heart wrenching cry yet it assured his mate they were together in this. 

" Soon... You will be mine " He sent his thought, his promise to his mate who had curled up on himself into a red ball. 

Simba covered his mate with his own body, providing him warmth, support, care and affection. Looking at the moon, he promises the goddess to work on his bond. 

...... 

A month had passed, Kit was fully healed now except for some episodes of selective amnesia. He forgets events happening at night. Must be a side-effect of rejection. He had expected the pain of rejection to hit full force but it never came. Singto's douche moves did hurt him but he didn't encounter that gut wrenching , heart -splitting agony associated with rejection or betrayal. 

He had heard that happens when the wolf side takes it upon himself to deal with the pain. Wolves retreat themselves deep in the soul, sadness resonates in the mind, wolves almost detach from their human selves. But his wolf Oon seems alright too, chipper than ever. 

Oon should be sad, hurt seeing Singto as he himself gets but ironically the wolf seems a little excited seeing the jerk. 

He would have thought Oon is getting lunatic if he hasn't known his wolf enough. He suspects his wolf is hiding something. 

Take last week for example, Singto had come to their pack ( with Arthit's prior approval) with some of the royal enforcers, for the general annual meeting and renewal of the peace treaty. 

Kit had decided to hide in his room but Oon had bugged him, frying his brain with his constant whining until Kit gave in. 

Oon didn't accept letting him get out till he donned a crisp white shirt and navy blue trousers with a matching blazer. Ugh! His wolf was such a high maintenance. 

Kit was honestly surprised to see Singto's eyes flashing gold. A hope bloomed in his chest. Singto must be regretting being a jerk to him! Yes, that must be it! Oon chipped in his vote too. 

Singto is widely loved, he must have some good in him, Oon said. 

Kit was honestly at internal war. All this year's of rudeness exhibited by Singto was outweighed by a single appreciative glance lined with guilt. 

But his dilemma was soon solved as Singto opened his mouth " The Omega must stay back. This is a meeting for Alphas and ranked officials. " 

Omega! He, the moon godess's chosen mate, was just an Omega to Singto and his wolf. Kit's eyes pricked with tears, he ignored Oon's protest. Simba is not like that! Simba is good! His ass! Both the man and the wolf were jerks of century...

" The omega is my brother and heir of this pack " Arthit snarled. Peace treaty be damned. He had a bone to pick with Singto anyways. 

" And I outrank both of you " Singto snarled, " he remains out or there will be no meeting. " 

" I agree. " Kong replied calmly. " Kit shouldn't be in a meeting." 

Arthit snapped his gaze to his mate, betrayal shining like steel in his eyes, ready to snarl. 

" Kit may be just an omega but he is more stubborn than an alpha. He had single handedly ducked the lese majesté law and formed an Anti Singto campaign . If he witnesses the incompetence of the crown with his own eyes, he will definitely dethrone Singto and I am not willing to take the throne, phi. " Kong explained. 

Arthit smirked while Singto growled, baring his teeth in challenge. 

" Careful your majesty " Arthit mocked, " Your shiny dentures can cause you peace treaty and the throne should we accept the challenge. " 

In the struggle of establishing hierarchy, everyone had forgotten Kit who had run back, hurt and devastated, to his room. 

There was no hope for him to ever have his forever. He was going to die alone, unloved.  All because of that jerk Singto!!

Are you having fun at my expense ? Give me second mate. He roared at the moon goddess.

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Kit didn't know why he woke up happy and energized. Yesterday, after the power show, the meeting never really happened. Kongpob informed him that the meeting was postponed to next week. And the annual mate gathering that is hosted by royals every year will be held at Silver Creek's ( their own pack's) grounds. 

What no one informed him about was how Simba sneaked into his room late at night and groveled at the feet of his mate. Shedding tears of loneliness that moon goddess had cursed him with. Cursing stupidity of his human side and breaking due to his own helplessness in the situation . If he would, he could mark his mate right at the moment he came to know the 11 year kit was his mate, he would have taken him to his pack and protected him from every single thing that could hurt. 

If Simba could, he would have marked Kit, sharp at 12 AM, the day Kit turned eighteen. But the stupid human side had filled his body with wolfsbane so Simba couldn't take control of his mind and body. It cost both of them— Singto was unstable for months, bedridden and volatile. While Simba had to retreat in to depths of Singto's mind to heal — both himself and his human.

If it was in the hands of Simba, he would stick himself with his mate so one could part them. That desperate he was... 

A decade was a long time to live without mate, even after finding him. 

No one informed Kit how both mates had cried the tears of helplessness, wrapped in each other's arms, played by their fates, suffering one decision of their human side. 

No one told Kit of the strong bond wolves  had forged between them in such a short span of time. 

............................. 

A week passed by blur. Every single member of the pack was busy preparing for the gathering. Pride of their pack was in question after all! 

Kit poured all his time in preparing for the gathering, overseeing every department personally while Arthit and Kong were busy coordinating with warriors of attending packs to strategize for security of attendees and their pack.

Rogues and rivals were known to attack during such gatherings. Patrols of the borders were doubled while all the members were banned from wandering near borders. 

......... 

Finally D-day dawned. Everything was set. Perfectly arranged. 

Various unmated wolves from packs all over the world will arrive in a few hours. Kit had already made the plan to make himself scarce during the gathering. He doesn't think he could see the new bonds being forged and not envy them. His heart twists  painfully at the mere mention of mate bond. Seeing two souls getting entwined via mate bond would be too agonizing for him to bear. 

Changing into his shorts and packing one extra for change of clothes, Kit was ready to sneak out of the pack. Being heir of the pack had its own perks, one of them being knowing the patrolling schedule and security details. 

He has just reached the edge of clearing after passing which, he would be free to mope around; he felt someone contacting through the bond. 

" Kit, you will be the one to attend guests. There's a problem at the border , and P'Arthit will need some time here. " 

Kit cursed his luck. Whenever he thinks he has the freedom, the invisible thread tied to his feet winds him right back into the mess. 

He dreads this gathering and Attendees. 

He dreads seeing Singto. 

And he absolutely dreads seeing Alpha Earth Phirapat , his ardent admirer and Singto's arch enemy! 

He is definitely not up for the drama. 

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A/N : Who's up for high voltage drama ensuing next chapter?

What do you think will finally push Singto towards accepting Kit?

What do you think will happen next, any guesses?