After that one punch from Fenris, it turned into an absolute beatdown for Damien. He who was getting beaten to bloody pulp by the stronger Alpha.“W-Wait! Please!” he pleaded, only to be punched right in the face again, and get knocked down to the floor. Following the punch was a kick to his stomach, in which he wrapped his arms around in sheer pain.“And now I am reminded of how weak you truly are,” Fenris stated, picking him up by the head. “Let’s try this again, now. You know about my secret, don’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be giving me all these lies.”“W-… What do you mean, Alpha?” one of the officer werewolves asked, he and his fellow officer kept down on the floor via Ferris’s Alpha Authority, to prevent them from stopping him from assaulting Damien as he was.“Why don’t you tell them, Damien?” Fenris said instead. “You seem to know about my secret so well. Go ahead and tell them. I will allow it.”“I-I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he claimed.Fenris sighed at t
A bit away from the Riverdale Mansion, Otto was stationed in thick shrub, looking at the large building through a handheld telescope. Specifically at the many windows, hoping to find out where Christen was residing in. Sadly, with the curtains down, it was hard for him to tell which room was the human’s.‘Well, not that it would matter any longer, once Scar comes back with the news,’ he thought.He really hoped the many male scents on the human woman was enough of a reason to get Fenris to give up on her. While he wasn’t sure about some of his pack mates, there were others like him who will despise the thought of her being in their pack. It was not that there was a problem with her, but a human? Amongst werewolves?There was a reason why werewolves are keeping their identities hidden from the humans in this world. After what happened with these cretins ages ago? How they once tried to get along with them, only to be treated as monsters from the get go, and be shunned just because they
Within the Riverdale Household, in one room, Christian and Forrest both sat by Christen’s bedside, waiting for the woman to wake. Well, the Beta was. The boy had become far too tired to keep watch and wait for his mother to wake and fell asleep on his uncle-figure.‘Christen… What have we done?’ he wondered. What have they done was indeed the question. When she asked the Beta- pleaded with him- to allow her to stay with him for Christian’s sake, he was all for it. He knew there may be werewolves in his mansion who would not be pleased with the news- Keenan especially warned him that they would not like the decision- but he had hope that with time, it would change. With time, these people would slowly come to open up to Christen and come to accept her as one of them. Never did he think that this would happen. That they would shun her to this extent. Moreover, that it would also end up with Christian getting hurt. By his own mother, no less.‘And here I wanted to make up for the troubl
Days passed since the incident at the Riverdale Mansion. Since then, things haven’t been the same. For one thing, as promised, Forrest and Kiara completely swapped out every werewolves stationed in their house for the wolves in their pack back in their world. Wolves who still managed to maintain some level of responsibility around the house and are at least neutral to humans. As for the ones who got fired, by Kiara’s order, they were exiled out of the pack. Only allowed back in after they have reflected on their actions. She also made explicitly clear that they were not to assist one another in their new, ‘temporary’ lives as rogues. Therefore, they would need to survive out in the wild with their own powers. Hunt their own hunts in their own.When Keenan heard of the change and the reason for it, he greatly questioned if his daughter and son-in-law were in their right minds to make this change for a simple human. Likewise, though they were aware of his dislike towards humans, neithe
Forrest could not focus with his work at all these days. Not since the incident that happened with Christen. His mind had been filled with many worries for her, it had been getting in the way with his work. Not that it was her fault, for it was in the fault of his servants at the time.‘I still can’t believe that happened to her,’ he thought, walking down the halls after having just finished a meeting with some employees about a project, only to postpone it as he wasn't feeling up to it. Forrest could still vividly remember the incident, as well as the aftermath of the happening. Specifically Christen’s awakening, in which had most especially left quite the impact on him, Kiara, and Christian. How the female human had awakened the day after the event, but became completely unresponsive. Ever to her own son.It was not that she became ‘unresponsive’ per say, as it was more that she practically closed herself off from them completely. From the moment she awake, even though Christian ex
Kiara let out a sigh as she was being driven home from work. Specifically from a meeting at her workplace. Namely that of the one person she refused to see eye-to-eye with lately. He who had been coming with with various excuses just to talk to her… into abandoning Christen.“I just cannot believe that guy. Alpha or no Alpha,” she grumbled, trying to hold her rage in.“I’m gonna assume and say Advisor Keenan tried to talk you into reconsidering letting the human stay again?” her new driver, Grover, asked.“As per usual…” Kiara indirectly answered. “I just can’t believe him. I know he doesn’t have that high of an opinion on her, but did he really need to be that cruel about Christen? All because she is human? Regardless of race, she is still the same as us. At the very least she did not deserve to be treated the way those other mutts did to her.”“With the isolation and pressuring her to part from her son. Yes, I believe you and Forrest had said that plenty of times. Not that I and the
Back at the Riverdale Mansion, Christen still laid in bed, unwilling to move. In the room with her, sitting by her bedside was Tiffa, holding a tray with a bowl of hot soup set on it, as she looked at the human with a saddened expression. “Miss Christen, you really must eat,” Tiffa told her, though received nothing but silence from the human in return. She set the tray on the nightstand next to her and took a small spoonful of the soup. "Please, Miss Christen. Your son, the Alp- uh, Master and Mistress, and all of us here are worried about you. Can't you take even one sip?” Again, not a single response was given, as she held the spoonful of soup out to Christen, being careful not to spill a drop. The lack of response only served to worry Tiffa even more, as she put the spoon back in the bowl.She then looked around, wondering if there was anything else in the room she can use as a subject to get the human to speak to her. She would use the weather, but considering how Christen had be
It was late in the afternoon when Forrest was out running. Not on the streets, though, but on the roof of multiple buildings. Using his werewolf abilities to jump from one building to the next as quickly as he could.‘Damn it. What the hell happened?! How did this happen?!’ he wondered as he ran.A little earlier, after his confrontation with Mason, Forrest received an urgent link from Kiara. With a news he couldn’t believe he had heard. That being… Christen’s kidnapping.‘This better be a prank. Tell me this is just some park to get me out of work early!’ he frantically prayed. Hoping what his mate told him was truly nothing but a lie. That Christen was really okay. She was already traumatized enough with everything that happened to her, now she got kidnapped? How was that even possible? When their mansion was filled with werewolves who thought may be servants also doubled as guards. It shouldn’t be possible for anyone to sneak in, and he and Kiara were being careful in selecting the
"What do you mean ‘you don’t know what’s wrong with her’?” Fenris demanded the healers, after spending hours watching them do their jobs, constantly checking Christen’s condition and comparing notes with one another, and even overheard them coming up with various theories as to what became of her. Theories shot down but the other healers.“Exactly as we mean it, Alpha. We checked over as many things as we could, and even took blood samples to see if there was anything wrong. Unfortunately, as far as we could tell, there was nothing wrong with her at all,” one of the healers explained.“‘Nothing wrong with her’ would mean that she would have no problem with waking up. Yet, she hasn’t so much as respond to our call to her one bit. You cannot be telling me that this is all nothing,” he demanded. “Check her again. Use every method you can think of to find out what is wrong with her. Try to get her to wake. And if I see so much as a scratch on her, I will hold all of you accountable. Is th
Fenris ran in the snow in his werewolf form on all fours at full speed like his life depended on it. Desperate to get to his house in the Diamante-Krawler Pack as quickly as he could. Only it was not his life that needed the saving, but Christen’s, who was strapped to his back with the blanket. Body practically limp on him.“You’re going to be just fine, Christen! I promise you, you’re going to be okay!” he shouted to her, not receiving any response from her at all.‘How could this have happened?! Right after I promise her!’ he frantically questioned. That indeed. How could it be possible? He had just woken up from the nap he was having with her, feeling refreshed, and wanted to make some light meal to have with her. By the time he woke, she was still asleep, not that it bothered him. And since her body was warm- a sign that she was still alive- Fenris just thought to let her sleep peacefully a little longer while he was getting lunch ready for them. While her appetite may not drasti
Fenris was shocked enough with everything he had found out that involved Christen. The way she so nonchalantly accused him of being like the other guys who toyed her really took the cake. “I would never play you like they did!” he exclaimed.Christen was unfazed by the shout, though, as she shook her head. “Of course you wouldn’t. You’re not human like my customers are; maybe you have a different preference in games, too. And now that you’re married, maybe this game you’re playing is one that your wife would be okay with. So long as it ends with my blood being spilled or something.”Shell shocked, Fenris did not know what to think or say about this. “How could you have so little view of yourself? Of me?” he could only ask.“Like I said. It wouldn’t matter what I say. Not to anyone else. Only Christian- my own son- cared, but now he’s gone. With a much better family, who would give him more than I ever could.”“You really think I don’t care? When I saved you from death, cared for you,
Fenris did not know what to think at this point, when he saw Christen crying for her son’s leave. Not out of sadness or desperation for him to come back, but accepting the leave? Accepting that he was happier with another family? But what about him? When he didn’t even know he had a son until now? Not that it was her fault, he supposed…“So… That was our- uh… ‘Your’ son I saw?” he asked.“Yes. And he’s happier with another family,” Christen answered, not daring to look at him, as she only sat on the bed, hugging her legs close to her, with the blanket wrapped around her body.Running a hand across his face in an attempt to calm himself down from this revelation, he asked, “And you know that. How?”“Because I was with him at the time.” The response confused Fenris. She was with Christian when he was with his new family? He had thought that once a child is given to another family, the original would not be allowed to see the kid. Then again, it was not as though she lost custody over hi
Fenris was shocked enough when Christen responded to him, then when she wanted him out of her life- when she wanted to have no further involvement in anything at all- but that last one? That one claim she made in her plea? Did he even hear her right?“Baby? What baby?” he asked, kneeling down to her side. As he was about to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, before he could even touch the blanket, Christen toppled over a bit, leaning against the door, with the blanket falling off her body. To his shock, astonishment, bewilderment, and all other words he could think of to describe the sight before him… Her belly was swelling. No, not ‘swelling’. “Pregnant… You were pregnant?” he asked her, looking to his mate and notice how pale she seemed. While he was no doctor, nor did he know much about pregnancy for human females, he could tell that it was not a good sign for the mother. Just as he was about to comfort her, the scene changed again. Not really the scene itself, as it was mo
It took a while for Christen to calm down. Unlike the last time she had a panic attack, she was still awake. Just huddled against the corner with the blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were red and puffy from the frightful crying, and seemed very distant.Fenris walked to her, a cup of tea in hand. “Here. Something to warm you up,” he offered.Christen did not take the offering, much less acknowledge it. Her mind wondering around to other matters.Fenris did not know what to think or say now, as he licked his dry lips. He sat down by her with a light sigh, and brought his tail to her, hoping she would at least react to it. Even then, there was nothing. Fenris was at a loss. Why was his mate refusing to answer now? Was taking her out really that bad an idea? Then again, she was hesitant on coming out earlier.“Did you have some bad experience being outside? Maybe a kidnapping or something?” he asked. A question that was left unanswered, considering how unresponsive Christen h
"Okay, I think that’s enough combing now,” Fenris said to Christen, having endured the gentle grooming long enough, as he moved his tail out of his mate’s hold. He could sense the small dismay his beloved was feeling, but for once, chose to ignore it. For he knew for certain he would not be able to handle any more of that touch if he continued to let Christen continue.He glanced behind him, wondering if his mate’s mood has improved after all that combing. While she did have a small frown on her face, he could see that it was not from the earlier experience; just the loss of his tail. The moment she noticed him looking, however, the frown turned into a slightly frightened, hesitating expression. “As I said, this will be a part of your job,” he reminded her. “I have you cleaning the cabin, it will become too sparkling bright as a hideout. If you do feel restless not having anything else to do, you can comb my tail. In fact, I will even allow you to cook, if you so wish. It gets tireso
When Finral confirmed his son’s bond’s legitimacy, the other werewolves looked on in interest with what the evidence was. “Everyone here tell me first. Has there ever been a time when a werewolf has ever linked their mind to a human in any way?” he began.There were some murmurs at the question, all with uncertain expressions. There were even some who wanted to think that the man was about to talk nonsense- especially from the Krawlers, namely Winston- but could see from the tone and expression that Finral was quite serious in the topic. “My son is able to do that with the human. Linking his mind to her’s when asleep.”The moment the explanation left Finral’s mouth, Winston brushed off the claim. “In other words, the boy was doing nothing dreaming, as are you. And yet it is my and my daughter’s positions that are called to question? If this is dreams we’re talking about, I’m sure many of us here has had plenty of dreams where there are other people included. Loved ones or otherwise.
Back in Fenris's house, in the Diamanté-Krawler Pack, things have gotten quite troubling for the Advisors. “This is the last time we have let your daughter get any sort of freedom, Winston. Not once did she get in the way of another werewolf’s mate bond, but twice. Nay, THRICE, if you include her meeting with Alpha Fenris’s mate the other day!” a male elderly Advisor from the Diamante Pack scolded.“But Allister, this ‘mate’ Fenris claims to be with is human. How do we know for certain of that person if his mate? And furthermore, let’s not forget that the boy is cursed. His senses dulled to the point that they have become equal to that of a human’s senses. Who is to say that he is not mistaken in what he feels?” Winston reasoned. “He’s not wrong,” a male Advisor of the Krawler agreed. “While those of us amongst the Krawler know little of this curse your Alpha has, as the people who have watched over him, you should have some idea of the curse. Better than we do, at least. That being