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The Jade Wolf is filled with people tonight, including werewolves, vampires, warlocks, shadowhunters, and a few seelies. Everyone was gathered for a celebration, and Dot didn’t ask what the party was for. On occasion she enjoyed a night out, especially when certain company went with her.
Dot takes a seat next to Magnus at the bar, flicking her hair over her shoulder and smiling at her friend. “Not that I’m not ecstatic you’re here, but I’m surprised you’re here.”
Magnus vaguely gestures around with a glass of whiskey in one hand. “I’m good friends with Maia, and Jocelyn and Luke are acquaintances. I figured I would show my face and offer a round of drinks.”
“Well,” Dot starts. “I remember the way you despised shadowhunters centuries ago. You charged them outrageous prices just to speak with you, and now you’re out partying with them?”
Magnus weakly grins. His long black coat trails below his seat. He’s wearing fingerless gloves, and his boots are pointy. “You know killing Valentine was a victory for us too, right?”
“Right,” Dot huffs and finishes her own drink. “I helped Valentine and allowed him to control me. Surprised they even let me join.”
Magnus furrows his brows, concern radiating off his features. “You helped Clary as much as you could. You helped her and Jace escape Valentine’s boat, and you helped find the mortal mirror,” he tells her sympathetically. He leans on his arm, and he’s within arm reach. The closeness reminds her of when they danced in Magnus’s loft. The way he twirled her, and she spun right into his embrace.
Dot wonders what would have happened if they hadn’t gone their separate ways all those years ago. Magnus has always been gentle and kind, ever since she met him. He is a warm soul, and she is helpless in the way she gravitates to him.
“We wouldn’t have succeeded without you,” he assures her kindly. His words wash over her like rain, calming her worries. His tone was similar to the night he spoke to her when she revealed her ongoing feelings for him. How they never truly went away, and she got sucked into his undivided attention on her. She was spurred on by the alcohol in her veins, and she leaned in for a kiss.
I'm in love with Alec.
The declaration stung like a slap. He was stern yet respectful, and she was surprised by the determined look in his eye even drunk.
Alexander Lightwood. The omega shadowhunter who Magnus has been obsessed with the moment he laid eyes on him. At first, Alec pretended not to feel the same way. Pushed Magnus away with bared teeth and cutthroat attitude.
He may have pushed Magnus far away, but his actions didn’t match his demands. His mouth said leave, but his hazel eyes followed Magnus everywhere he went. He was in a constant state of battle when he was with the alpha. From telling him to leave him alone and insisting he didn’t feel the same way to his pleading eyes begging Magnus to understand. Understand they can’t happen. Understand he can’t feel the way he does.
Alec even worked hard to hide his status as omega. The nephilim have an awful habit of viewing omegas as weak, when it’s been known for centuries that it was really the opposite. Omegas are strong and fiercely protective. They’re calculating and collected, able to make difficult decisions. They’re intelligent leaders, and omegas are often in charge in warlock packs, vampire clans, and werewolves.
Now, Alec embraces his status a little easier. He no longer hides his scent or denies being an omega. As Head of the New York Institute, he is powerful and stands with his chin up with gold in his eyes. He refuses to back down no matter what.
Including Magnus. The day they began their relationship, the possessive side of the omega came to the surface. It was as if something clicked in place that day because everywhere Magnus went Alec was bound to follow. Rain water and soap couldn’t remove Alec’s scent, where it was embedded in Magnus’s scent. Chemically, they both altered drastically. Physically, Magnus had scratches and bite marks on his neck and arms. Dot only guessed there were more underneath Magnus’s clothes, as she certainly never saw him wearing less than two or three layers.
Dot thought she had a chance to reconcile with Magnus when he broke up with Alec. Unfortunately for her, Magnus didn’t look at anyone else when they split up. He hadn’t gotten over Alec, as he was utterly in love with him after closing his heart for centuries. Dot is pretty sure she spotted one of Alec’s shirts on Magnus’s bed the night they danced and drank. One of Alec’s black shirts beneath one of his pillows.
It hadn’t been all that surprising when Magnus and Alec got back together. It was only a matter of time. They were two puzzle pieces eternally drawn to each other like magnets. She’s heard nephilims only love once, and he is so different from anyone Magnus has ever dated. Magnus and Alec have each other's hearts, and it pained Dot to know that.
Dot places her hand close to Magnus’s. “Do you believe everyone feels the same? Do they think I’m a traitor?”
“Of course not.” Magnus shakes his head. “The Fairchilds speak highly of you and so do the Lightwoods for that matter. You have the support of all the warlocks. No one is doubting you. If they do, I’m happy to intervene.”
Her heart warms, and she places her hand on his wrist. “Thank you, Magnus.” She smiles at him, and he smiles back.
As if traveling by wind, a dark, threatening voice sounds from her right. “What’s going on here?”
Dot sucks in a breath, and her blood runs cold. Alexander Lightwood stands in front of her. He’s taller than her by a foot or two with her sitting. He has dark clothes on as usual, and his hair is brushed and styled neatly for once. His deflect rune contrasts against his porcelain skin. No blemishes anywhere on his skin.
Alec’s trained on Dot’s hand, still wrapped loosely around his mate’s wrist. His eyes are dark, while gold shines ominously within the hazel.
“Alec,” Magnus tries. “You don’t-“
His words are pointless because Alec reaches for Dot’s wrist, firmly grasps and squeezes hard. Hard enough to cause a crack. She cries out mostly out of surprise, and she tugs her hand free from his brutal hold. She holds her sore wrist to her chest. She goes to argue, demand an explanation for Alec’s barbaric moodiness and assault, but then she freezes in her tracks.
Alec’s normally bright hazel eyes are completely erased and replaced by fiery gold. Gold that reminds her of heavenly fire, making her second guess whether it was Jace or Alec who were gifted with it. Bubbling anger erupts at the surface of Alec’s features, symbolizing a volcano ready to blow at any moment. His body stiff and shoulders hunched and coiled like a snake ready to snap and sink his fangs into her skin. His gaze on her is icy and immovable, as if she was the only person in the room. Nothing would deter his attention. All his senses focused solely on her, and every move she makes gets a threatening quirk of his lips, revealing the way he bares his teeth at her.
“Darling.” A soft voice dances around them and comes from behind Alec.
Dot doesn’t dare move and certainly doesn’t peer over Alec’s shoulder where he’s hiding Magnus. She can only watch with bated breath as Magnus speaks slowly and clearly. His tone is melodious and careful. He doesn’t move from behind the pissed off omega, entirely confident he would regret it. Not for his sake but for Dot’s.
“Magnus is mine,” Alec states, cold and deadly like a viper. Emotionless yet expressed just exactly what he’d do if she dared to disagree.
Dot bites back a whimper. She’s nodding before she realizes she’s doing it. “Yes, Alec-“
“Say it,” Alec demands through his bared teeth. His fists clenched at his sides. He’s tall, but at this moment he’s as tall as the skyscraper building. “Say it so you know better next time you touch what’s mine.”
Dot doesn’t recognize her own voice when she squeaks out, “Magnus is yours.” From the look on his feet, she can tell he’s not satisfied. “Magnus Bane is yours. Magnus is Alec’s. I understand.”
Magnus cautiously nods, eyes trained on his omega. “I am yours. Dot knows-“
“Don’t say her name,” Alec hisses. Dot winces, trying not to tremble at the pure rage demonstrated all over his body. He’s still watching her, and Dot wants so bad to speak telepathically to Magnus.
Get him away from me. Tell him to stop looking at me. Let me leave. Please. I’ll do anything, just please get him to stop looking at me like this.
Magnus flickers over at her as if he did hear her. She watches him inhale deeply, and then reaches out and tenderly caresses his omega’s jaw. His thumb massages the clenched muscle there. “Alexander, look at me.” Alec doesn’t move a muscle, and he tries again. He slides in the space in front of him, placing one firm hand on his chest with one still on his cheek. “Darling, look at me. Look at your alpha.”
Alec glances at him quickly, and his shoulders lose their stiffness by a small degree. Magnus notices the opening and presses his body closer. His arms sliding up his chest and around his neck, tightly securing like rope. Magnus whispers his name in his ear and runs painted fingernails through his ruffled dark hair.
For a moment, it doesn’t work. Dot begins to collect her magic, readying for a fight she mistakenly asked for. What was she thinking touching Magnus like that? She may be a beta, but she once dated Magnus, and she had tried to kiss him a month ago. She wonders if he told Alec. Alec would be reacting no different even if he did, which might not be exactly true. He might want to tear her eyes out for looking at Magnus.
Omegas are extremely territorial, not having the slightest problem with fighting for their mates. Numerous times she’s been rendered speechless by finding an omega crouching over their mate protectively with blood pouring from their lips and under their nails.
Then, spectacularly, Alec closes his eyes, leaning into his alpha’s touch. He gives her a hard stare as he seems to be choosing whether to continue glaring or fall for his mate’s tricks. His still chest begins moving, and he breathes in his mate and lets it sooth him against his will. The fight wins out, and his shoulders go slack and fists unclench. The gold fades out, and the hazel returns brightly.
Slowly his sneer transforms into a cocky grin, and his attention pivots to Magnus. His fingers seek out the hem of his shirt, yanking on the silky material to bring their bodies closer. His mouth finds Magnus’s, falling deep into the distraction with profound ease and glee. Magnus lets him, tilting his head and showing his vulnerable neck to his mate when he kisses his bronze skin.
The orange dimmed light of the room flickers over the two, and right when Alec reaches for the top of Magnus’s head and tugs harshly on his hair to give him more access, she sees the array of teeth marks and bites. Some deep and some minor.
Alec follows him when he steps back. A low whine deep in his throat, and he grabs Magnus’s hips firmly and pushes. Dot watches in shock as Alexander Lightwood - the Head of the New York Institute - pushes Magnus against the counter and shoves his tongue down his throat.
The Shadowhunter who fought in the mortal war and aided in the downfall of Sebastian. The eldest Lightwood who kissed - tongue and all - Magnus in front of the entire nephilim community in the Institute. She had not been there, but rumors spread far and wide about Alec marching past his mother, shouldering past her, and then grabbed the alpha by his collar and kissed him in front of everyone.
Now, the omega works to trap his alpha, forming into a second skin and desiring more. His hands roam over Magnus’s, feeling him over and under his clothes and squeezing and clawing. The end of his shirt rides up, revealing four deep marks that go from his back to his waist. There’s no fooling anyone that those marks were put there by the omega currently clawing his way into his body. Magnus lets him, gladly submitting to his handsy omega as he’s sure to let Alec do anything to him.
“Take me home,” Alec rasps, not caring about anyone hearing. He’s completely enraptured with the man in his arms, and Dot wonders vaguely if he even knows she’s still there. He probably doesn’t care. The thought is proven when Alec uncharacteristically licks from Magnus’s collarbone to his ear and nibbles on the lobe.
Magnus nods hurriedly, and he whimpers when his throat is bitten again. His long neck glistens in saliva, and his eyes roll in divine pleasure. He smiles drunkenly and responds with a dark grin, “Whatever for, dear heart? I’m having fun.” He bites his bottom lip suggestively, glowing in satisfaction when Alec’s eyes darken.
Alec uses his body to press harder into Magnus, “What you want doesn’t matter when your omega wants you to take him home.”
Dot has enough, feeling like she’s overstayed her welcome. She’s clearly been forgotten, and it’s about time she leaves before Alec gets territorial. His heated glare might actually conjure fire after getting worked up. Magnus may not be able to stop him from tearing her apart. No matter how much he clings to him.
She’s across the bar, clinging to a new glass. She regrettably hears Alec whisper dirty things in Magnus’s ear. About what he plans to do to the alpha, and how he doesn’t care if anyone sees. The more people who see the alpha be owned by his omega the better. About how he plans to make Magnus forget about everyone but him - his omega. He wouldn’t be able to think but the two of them in their apartment that smell like them. Their nest.
Dot holds her breath, unable to handle the way their scents mingled. How Magnus was reacting to Alec, and the way he was now being dragged out of the bar. Alec with his arms around Magnus, his teeth nipping at vulnerable skin, and clawing at his clothes ready to rip them off no matter if they weren’t at home. Magnus’s fingers sparkle blue where they tangle in Alec’s black hair.
Alec scratches at his back, and there are bites and hickeys all over his neck. Alec mauls on him as Magnus steers them towards the door. He hushes the frantic and desperate omega, and they both disappear behind a swinging door. Alec comes back only for a second to look at her, and there’s a knowing look in his eye, and his lips are quirked in a devilish grin.
Dot chugs her drink.