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  1. Public Bookmark 28

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    It's the night after the third place game against France, the night after a historic win in England's football history. There's only one thing that could make this moment sweeter for Jude, and it's already waiting for him in his hotel room.

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    20 Jul 2026

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    The Wolf Gods never made mistakes.

    Or so the kingdoms believed.

    Raised in a poor village before becoming princes overnight, Jude and Jobe Bellingham spent their childhood hearing the same prophecy repeated throughout Wessex. Jude, the fearless, reckless, stubborn eldest, would become an alpha. Jobe, the gentle, patient younger brother, would become an omega.

    The Wolf Gods had other plans.

    Across the North Sea, Erling Haaland has spent his entire life training to become the strongest alpha the Viking clans have ever known, though kindness remains the one thing his father can never beat out of him.

    When an ancient treaty demands that the southern kingdom send a royal to the North as an offering to the Wolf Gods, two worlds built on centuries of fear, myth, and misunderstanding are destined to collide.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    "Don’t." Jude gasped, already scrambling out of the booth. His legs nearly buckled, the world tilting with need. "Headache. Tired. I’m—I’m going. Don’t follow."

    He fled before Erling could respond, shouldering through the crowd, hot and dizzy and terrified.

    Every step sent a jolt of emptiness through him, his hole clenching around nothing, slick soaking his boxers. The omega inside him was screaming, crying, begging to turn around and crawl into the alpha’s lap. Jude bit his lip until he tasted copper and kept moving.

    Erling watched him go, heart pounding a war drum against his ribs. Every instinct he had demanded he chase— the omega was in distress, his omega, entering heat in a dangerous place.

    But Jude had said don’t follow.

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    16 Jul 2026

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  4. Public Bookmark 66

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    Jobe sends Erling two photos and one very concerning text.

    By the end of the night, Jude has declared that he hates football, danced on top of a club table to ABBA, confessed far more than he meant to, and asked Erling for something he isn’t willing to take.

    Some things are worth waiting until morning.

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    15 Jul 2026

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  5. Public Bookmark 77

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    The thing about Neteyam, was that he just couldn't seem to sit still. If he was not 'babysitting', he would be busying himself with whatever was asked of him by his parents. If that was not an option, then he would find things to busy himself with.

    On rare occasions, he would go to the village, and talk to the metkayinas.

    Not necessarily talk. Most of the metkayinas were all still weary of the Sullys to properly talk and befriend them. Sometimes, they would misspoke, and it was in these moments when Aonung would get to appreciate the omatikayan's 'expressiveness'.

    Whenever anyone misspoke, the corners of Neteyam's eyes would twitch very subtly.

    The omatikayan's tail would flick once, his ears would twitch, and the effort he kept on trying to maintain 'friendliness' would falter.

    The sight of the firstborn barely holding onto his threads was always such an amusing sight to Aonung's eyes.

     

    or how Aonung got a nasty habit of staring and picking apart every minute change in Neteyam's expressions. ('to be loved is to be seen' - or so they all said. It's no wonder Aonung fell hard.)

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    04 Jul 2026

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