"Come on, you promised you wouldn't run away again." Yukio tsked softly, leaning against the rickety wall of your supposedly new run down apartment. She gets it, you didn't want to be tied down to one of the most dangerous Yakuza groups in all of japan. But you didn't have a choice, you were her mate whether you wanted it or not. It was just how things went.

Yukio wasn't complaining, you were a cute thing with a nice ass. How much better could it get? It'd be a bit better if you stop running away every chance you got but life's full of errors.

Being a female alpha born every two centuries was kinda a big deal in Jigoku no Tsubasa, it was said (by prophecy mind you) that the female alphas would bring glory to the clan in ways the males could not. Yukio didn't really care for prophecies or all that fate mumbo jumbo, she lived in present and believed only what her eyes could see.

Like her mark on your neck, the one that appeared when she turned 18. You had been a regular citizen before, but it was like the moment Yukio came of age to take over her father's position as head of the Yakuza your sweet scent invaded her nostrils in ways she couldn't ignore. It took all of three days to track you down and force you to come with her, and boy did you fight the whole way there. But like most things, Yukio didn't mind it. It was kinda cute how you actually thought you could defy her.

"What body part should I break today, it seems it wasn't enough when I broke your ankles. Maybe I should break a leg..." Yukio murmured thoughtfully, her eyes trained on you. You'd learn to not disobey someday, and if it took breaking every damn bone in your body then so be it