I do not own Inuyasha or the songs used in this story.

Please refer to Chapter 1 for trigger warnings.

INUYASHA

Whoever this fucker is, he's dead.

I've never felt rage overpower all of my senses the way it did when Kagome's beautiful, calming scent turned sour with fear. It made my stomach churn and my demon roar, demanding freedom to hunt down the bastard that made her so scared. She didn't feel safe and it was some piece of shit cock sucker's fault.

On our way to Sango's, I keep Kagome tucked away into my side, holding her against me and baring my fangs at any asshole ballsy enough to look at her a little too long.

How could someone have this, have her, and treat her poorly? How could they not see what an absolute fucking treasure she is? How could they hurt her?

The thought of Kagome hurt makes the corner of my eyes bleed red and I have to tamp down my demon. He wants to find this lowlife as soon as possible and sharpen his claws on him. But I need to stay with Kagome, and when we get to Sango's, I'll ask her about this scumbag ex of hers.

I need a name, address, social security number, blood type, mother's maiden name, all of it.

I need to know what he did to Kagome to make her so afraid. I refuse to ask Kagome because I can't stand to see her so hurt and upset. I won't pry her heart open just to make her relive the moments some fucking dick broke it.

No, I'll ask Sango about it after Kagome goes to work. Then I'll track him down and take care of the problem.

He'll never spark fear in her heart ever again, not while I'm breathing.

Arriving at Sango's apartment building, I notice Miroku's car parked outside. Perfect. Just the excuse I need to follow her up and then unveil the mystery of Kagome's past.

Kagome turns to me when we get to the door. "Well, we're here. Thanks for walking me, Inuyasha." She smiles up at me and it melts me to the core. She doesn't move out of my embrace and I'm not letting go until the very last second.

"I'm going up with you. Miroku's here and we have to meet up with our friend, Bank, at a bar downtown. Might as well go up there and do what best friends do best." I say with a fang filled smirk.

Her pretty little brow lifts in question. "What would that be, exactly?"

My smirk widens to a grin. "Why, cockblocking of course."

Miroku is surprised to see me in the doorway of Sango's, but before he can make any remarks about my disappearing act all week, his eyes immediately zeros in on the angel huddled under my arm. I have to swallow the possessive growl that threatens to unleash at the sight of his lecherous grin. He's my best friend and I know he'd never go after what's mine, especially his girlfriend's best friend.

Still, the eyes of another man on my girl had my demon snarling beneath the surface.

Kagome and I walk right into the apartment, using the key she has. She ushers out from under me and as soon as she's out of my arms, I feel cold all over. It takes all of my restraint to keep from pulling her back to me.

Sango's apartment is quaint but homey. It looks like a one bedroom, and I can tell from the density of Kagome's scent that she must sleep on the plush gray couch. There's a small kitchen with a breakfast bar and two matching stools. A door to the bedroom is on the right while the bathroom door is on the left. That's it. It's maybe 700 sqft. I could fit this apartment in mine three times and still have room for a pool table.

"Hey, Miroku!" Kagome says, stepping into the living room.

Miroku's grin seems to widen at my brief surprise.

Of course. She's been here for a week and Miroku's over here almost every other day.

If I had just gone to fucking work, I could've smelled Kagome's scent on him and put two and two together and gotten to Kagome sooner instead of suffering seven days before running into her at the studio.

"Well, hello, lady Kagome, it's so lovely to see you again. Ah, and I see you've brought in a stray."

That growl of jealousy breaks free and reverberates from my chest before I cover it with a cough.

The Godsdamn pervert is buddy-buddy with my fucking girl.

"Oh, um." Kagome's cheeks take on the cutest pink shade when she turns to me. "Inuyasha and I ran into each other at the studio."

"Is that so?" Miroku turns his violet mischievous eyes on me, smirking like the cat who caught the canary. "Why, Inuyasha, it feels like I haven't seen you in days."

Clenching my fists to my side, I force myself to take a deep breath of Kagome's scent, allowing it to calm me. "Yeah, I didn't feel well."

It's total bullshit. Demons don't get sick, let alone not feel well. I just need the monk to shut his fucking trap and wipe that knowing smile off of his face before he gives too much away.

Before Miroku can respond, Sango comes barrelling into the living room from the kitchen, drying her hands with a washrag, wearing a pink tank top and pajama pants with little pink hearts on them.

"Kagome, don't you have wor-" Her eyes fall on me and my ears flatten. I only met Sango that one time at the club and I wasn't exactly pleasant company. "Work." she finishes.

"Yeah, I just needed to change and pick up my bike," Kagome replies. She shoots me a killer smile before heading into the bedroom and shutting the door behind her, leaving me to deal with the perv and the slayer.

"Inuyasha!" Sango finally addresses me. "This is a nice surprise. I didn't know you and Kagome knew each other. Are you staying for our Grey's Anatomy night?" Sango looks from Miroku to me and back again. Her eyes are clouded in suspension but I have a feeling it's because I'm third-wheeling and not because I'm attempting to court her best friend.

"Grey's what night?" I ask.

"Oh, Inuyasha, you didn't hear? Our Friday night plans are canceled. Bank is shacking up with a lynx and I plan on staying in with my beautiful girlfriend." Miroku chimes. "You'd know this if your phone was on. You know, we've been trying to get a hold of you since Tuesday. Is everything okay?"

I choke on my response, not entirely sure what to say with Sango standing right there and Kagome in the other room. I shrug and try to placate the monk for the moment. "Keh, I'm fine, but there is something I need to talk to yo-"

Just then, the bedroom door opens, and out comes the woman of my growing obsession. Dressed in a red skater skirt and a baggy cropped Limp Bizkit shirt, Kagome looks like she stepped right out of my wet dreams. Her combat boots thud against the hardwood as she steps toward us with a smile that could make the Devil himself confess his sins.

"Gods damn." The words leave my mouth in a rush of air that I can't control. Despite it being nothing but a whisper, Kagome's cheeks take on that beautiful pink hue again.

"Well, I should get going." She says, turning towards the door where a key hook is. I notice the bike keys right away, her delicate hand wrapping around them before turning back to us. "Thanks for dinner and walking me here, Inuyasha. I'll see you guys later, okay? Have a good night!"

"Wait!" I yell.

She stops and looks up at me with curious doe eyes.

"Here." I strip off my leather jacket and drape it over her shoulders. "It's supposed to be cold tonight, and if you insist on the bike, you'll need some leather to keep the chill away from your puny human body."

Rolling her eyes but still smiling, she gives me a shy thanks before grabbing her helmet.

And just like that, she's out the door before I can think to get another word in. I want to offer to walk her back outside or take her all the way to the club myself. If I can't do those things without raising a few eyebrows, at least my jacket will cover her in my scent and keep unwanted youkai away. Wearing another male's scent was a clear sign of "taken, kindly fuck off."

"Um, Inuyasha?" Miroku pulls me from my inner rambling. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"You gave her your jacket," Sango observes. My face must portray my confusion because she crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. "Offering clothing masked in a youkai's scent is a courting custom."

Shit. Of course, Sango would know all about youkai mating customs, she's a fucking demon slayer.

When I don't respond right away, she points to the Lazy Boy in the corner, silently commanding me.

"Explain."

"Explain what?" I feign ignorance, but it's of no use. Miroku and Sango might as well see right through me.

"Oh, I don't know, how about explaining to me why you're suddenly buddy-buddy with my best friend? Why you've been MIA for a week when we all know demons can't contract illnesses or diseases. Or how about the fact that you just gave Kagome a leather jacket that smells like you, a custom specifically reserved for courting one's mate."

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Sighing in defeat, I trudge over to the chair and just deflate, throwing my head in my hands. "Because Kagome is my mate."

KOUGA

"What are we doing here again?" Ginta asks for about the fifth time tonight. I've already explained myself more times than I need to and his constant questioning is going to earn him a knot on the head. I ignore him and continue staring up at the DJ booth.

More specifically, the DJ.

Kagome.

My Kagome.

The studio was off-limits per my probation, as was her new apartment. But they didn't know about this job she picked up a month or so after my arrest.

Technically, I'm not supposed to be within 500 feet of her. I don't care.

I heard from a few allies that she was currently working as a DJ at one of the demon-friendly clubs in town, Club Jewel, and I've been here almost every night since. It's been three days and I'm glad I continued coming back. The only DJ during the week seemed to be a young fox youkai with red hair that liked to flirt his little tail off with all of the women around the booth.

Not tonight. Tonight, I finally found her. And soon she'll be back in my arms.

I need her back in my arms. I know she's probably hurt. She probably hates me. But I can't just let her go. She's mine. I knew she wasn't ready for sex, but my yoki wouldn't let up. Even though I can mate as many women as I choose, I want her.

I just didn't count on her not wanting me back.

So here we are, Ginta, Hakkaku, and me. Being Friday night, it's definitely more packed than the other nights we were here, but that doesn't matter to me. We've been sitting in a corner booth for the past hour, my eyes never leaving the raven-haired beauty.

"Just go talk to her, man," Hakkaku says. Of course, none of the pack knows what happened between Kagome and me. They think I got arrested for a bar brawl, not uncommon for me, and that Kagome and I just simply broke up.

"I'm waiting for her to go on break," I say with finality.

(What Am I Doing Wrong - Clasio and Rosenfeld)

I can't move my eyes away from her. I admit I'm probably toeing the line of obsession. It can't be helped. Watching her sway in that tiny little skirt of hers, chest heaving from dancing and spinning the table, she looks so fucking perfect. My jeans grow tighter at the seams. I just need to feel her in my arms again.

Lifting the glass of amber liquid to my lips, I down it in one gulp while tracking the movement of a puny brown-haired human boy walking up to the booth behind Kagome. She turns and sends him that lightning bright smile and I growl in jealousy.

She should only ever smile at me like that.

They exchange a few words and then Kagome takes off those obnoxious headphones, hands them to the boy, and steps away from the booth. I watch her run a hand through her hair and am hit with the memories of how soft it felt running through my fingers. Like silk. Her hands were as soft as baby skin when I held them. Her scent was something I could bathe in. Being away from her for months made me feel like an addict going through withdrawal. I just need to smell her, bury my nose in her neck, and breathe. Touch her skin, hear her laugh, anything.

Kagome walks down the side steps and onto the main floor where she goes to the bar, walking behind it and grabbing a bottle of water and a leather jacket, letting me know that she probably rode her bike here. She steps away and heads to a back door, shrugging the jacket on in the process.

Kagome always loved loud music, but she loved the night air more. I remember going on walks with her at night through the local parks and down the shopping strip. We would talk about our life, our dreams, our hopes.

My chest constricts with guilt. I ruined that. It's my fault. I pushed her too hard that night, losing my temper and hurting her. If she was a wolf demon like me, she would've been able to fight back. She would've been able to take the punishment of denying her alpha. She burned me with her reiki, but still. She's only human. Weaker, softer, more fragile. My demon blood was just beyond reasoning. I was out of control.

It's no excuse though.

I said terrible things… did terrible things. I hurt her… I hit her.

I need to make it right. I need to fix it, and I'm not going to be able to breathe again until I do.

"I'll be right back," I tell the boys, not bothering to stick around for a response. They're more interested in watching the women on the dance floor. Amateurs. No one compares to my woman. They can have all of the two-cent whores they want. I was getting my Kagome back.

I decide to go out the front door and circle around to the back so I have a minute to think about what to say. I can't fuck it up. This is it, the moment I finally win her back. A moment I've waited months for. She'll probably lash out, be angry, and she has every right to be. But we can get through it. Together. I know I can get her back. We belong together.

She's mine.

I round the corner and my eyes land on her immediately, paralyzing me where I stand. Gods , she's a vision. More beautiful than I ever remember her being. My nose searches for her scent in the wind. It's hard, considering the alley is full of all kinds of putrid smells and my nose isn't the best as far as demon senses go.

Garbage, piss, other demons, gasoline, alcohol, smoke….

There!

That familiar lavender and fresh rain. Fucking heaven . I take a deep inhale, wanting to revel in it before it changes into fear and anxiety from seeing me again. There's something else there, though. A scent that cloaks her almost entirely, it kind of smells like….

What the fuck?

Dog.

Not just any dog.

A fucking dog demon.

I smell a fucking dog demon. On. My. Woman.

My blood fills with rage as I zero in on the jacket she's wearing. I should've noticed sooner. It's practically swallowing her, it's so big.

That's not her jacket.

It's some fucking dog demon's. Some Godsdamn dog gave my woman his jacket to wear and what's even worse, she fucking accepted it and wore it.

My yoki flares to staggering heights and a viscous growl rips its way out of my throat. I watch as Kagome's head whips around in my direction.

Those blue eyes lock on mine immediately.

A hurricane in the middle of the sea, staring right into my bright blue depths and warming every icy edge of my being.

It would've been a joyous moment, if not for the rancid overpowering stench of her fear. Her eyes are as wide as saucers and before I can say a word, she reaches for the door handle and disappears back into the club.

I don't bother following.

I'll find her.

And now that I have the mutt's scent, I'll find him too.