Wolf you Up! - Chapter 36

When Basile saw the black and white wolf appear, his anger towards Carter Red Creek exploded. That dirty traitor had lied to him. The alpha gritted his teeth, giving the man a look filled with hatred. He had trusted this man and here he was. He turned back to the lawn and decided to follow his second plan. He sent a link to the rest of his men who weren’t on the ground, poisoned by the pheromones. As the alpha left the stands, he saw the black and white werewolf who abruptly started to run outside. Basile immediately understood that he wanted to join the omega.

“Stop him from leaving, he must not leave this place under any circumstances!” he yelled in excess of rage. ”

In the stadium, apart from the members of Purples Eyes who had organized the dead-end fight, only Green Lake Pack joined in the fray to try to stop Grey Wolf’s members. All the other packs just turned on their heels to leave Purple Eyes territory as quickly as possible. They had nothing to gain from a war with Bloodhood but they refused to take sides. They didn’t want to end as targets for retaliation, no matter who won.

A dozen wolves blocked the way to Glen. The alpha stopped to look for a loophole in which to escape. The wolf was restless and stomped, impatient. Suddenly, his demeanor changed and instead of avoiding confrontation, he approached the werewolves bare fangs.

The scene afterward was carnage. The alpha didn’t even give his opponents time to react. He pounced on a first werewolf and bit his jugular. The force of his jaw tore off half the neck and a geyser of blood escaped the wound as the werewolf collapsed to the ground half-dead. The toxin was already attacking what was left of his body and Glen turned to another opponent. When they realized that they would not win with sheer force, they all rushed at him at the same time.

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Sol Aurora turned to the young man and a smirk of satisfaction spread on his face.

“Here you are, Omega!” Grey Wolf’s young alpha released his pheromones, hoping to see Eden fall to the ground trembling, but the teenager remained unmoved.

The omega looked up and down the dominant in front of him. A slight scoff escaped his lips and an evil smile transformed his features. A holographic sight appeared and focused on the werewolf in front of him. When the pale blue circles stabilized, the screen displayed.

[Sol Aurora, Level: 57

Race: Werewolf

Blood rank: Alpha

Type: ???

Class: None

Name: None

Stats: Strength: 7457/10000

Speed: 3776/10000

Agility: 4607/10000

Intelligence: 5272/10000

HP: 957

Skills: None]

As he would hope from an alpha, the werewolf possessed a strength he couldn’t overlook. However, the rest of his statistics were nothing to worry Eden about. As he went to remove the screen, the data erased and made way for a new message.

[Use Perception to establish a strategy? YES / NO]

The teenage years remembered his stats from his opponent. During his relentless training during the last ten days in the Magic Dimension, he had faced Werewolves of higher and higher levels. As he leveled up, he realized that he more and more easily beat all his opponents below 85 if they didn’t have skills. Even though his strength could not yet compete in strength, he had gained enough experience to know how to compensate depending on how his opponent was fighting. He answered “NO” in his head and the screen vanished.

“I heard you came all the way here to claim me. I’m sorry for you, but I already have a mate.”

“Shut up, you useless Sub! You should know your place. Your pack is way too complacent with omegas. I’m going to teach you how low ranks like you should act.”

Eden sighed and shook his head in exasperation. He looked at the dominant who was puzzled at his lack of reaction to his pheromones and remarks then he grinned.

“You said you want to claim me? Well, let’s see how you can handle a ‘Sub’ like me.”

Eden spread his claws and growled to threaten the alpha. His eyes darkened and his whole body tensed as he was getting ready to fight. Sol watched the golden omega who was supposed to be his helpless prey as he bared his fangs and, even if you would never admit it, he couldn’t help but think he was ominous. Then he remembered that he’s just a sub. He could act cocky all he wanted, there is no way he could be a…

Sol didn’t see when Eden had moved. Before he was done thinking the omega couldn’t be a danger, he saw the werewolf’s claws close to his face. Too ready for him to avoid it. The violence of the impact, added to the surprise, sent him to the ground. Sol stood up quickly. With his hand on the right side of his face, the alpha pressured to stop the blood from falling in large drops on the floor. Three deep gashes ran from the bottom of his ear to his chin, slitting his mouth and turning his face into a shred of bloody flesh. Despite the pressure he exerted, blood was streaming from his hand. The man didn’t dare take his hand off and glared at Eden. How could a weak Sub move like that?

He had heard of Bloodhood’s golden omega because of his fur. There were rumours about his beauty, but also about the color of his fur which had earned him refusal after refusal. However, there was nothing to mention that he was fighting. The werewolf felt lucky he was an omega. He didn’t have to worry about being poisoned by any toxin.

Around them, several Purple Eyes fighters continued to repel the werewolves from Grey Wolf. Eden turned his head for a moment and saw Trinity who had launched into a head-to-head fight against those who wanted to approach the room where the omega was sleeping earlier. While it was true that the young man was their target, there was nothing that guaranteed that they wouldn’t try to hurt the Luna. The female dominant, although a healer, could still buy some time while waiting for backup to arrive.

Grey Wolf’s young alpha stayed at bay for a moment, just staring at Eden, pressing his wound. Luck or not, he didn’t want to figure it out. He needed a way to tame this savage without hurting him too much because he needed him. What’s wrong with Bloodhood pack for that even their omegas are like this? His leader was right, this pack needs a real alpha. For now, Sol just needed an opportunity to bite his neck. After that, he would be as docile as a lamb.

He withdrew his hand from the wound then straightened up before shifting to speed up his healing. In his werewolf form, the alpha, who was gaining a good twenty inches in wingspan, growled before showing his fangs. He hoped to finally provoke the reaction every omega must have in front of a dominant. He didn’t get a blink from the blond teenager whose golden gaze pierced him. Sol gritted his teeth in annoyance. Suddenly, the body of a Purple Eyes fighter fluttered across the room and nestled into the wooden panel of the bedroom door. The noise surprised Eden who opened wide eyes when she discovered his mother and Cherry through the opening of the broken door. Squeezed together, the two omegas were helpless.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Sol launched his body on Eden who easily avoided his assault and went to stand near the door to prevent Grey Wolf’s men from approaching. His gesture didn’t go unnoticed and a vicious smile curved the lips of the dark brown furry alpha. He pretended to attack Eden and deviated at the last moment. The omega male’s heart skipped a beat when he realized what the werewolf was planning to do. Without hesitation, he turned on his screen.

[Perception activated]

His vision sharpened and several holographic targets moved in search of a strategy to stop the enemy. With his skill activated, he picked up a scent he recognized immediately and which was approaching his way.

[Catch the opponent to make him deviate from his trajectory]

In just a fraction of a second, the golden werewolf had caught up with the alpha who was closing in on Snow and Cherry. Eden tackled his enemy. The two werewolves rolled on the ground then hit the wall. Sol, who had anticipated how the omega would react, was the first to stand up. He found himself sitting astride Eden whom he strangled with one hand. He turned his other hand into a fist.

“It’s a shame to hit such a beautiful face, but you need that beating. Don’t worry, after I finish training you, I’ll make you mine.”

He pulled his fist slightly away to gain momentum and a blow hit him in the back of the head. Focused on Eden, he had not seen the two female omegas who had shifted and had come closer with pieces of wood in their hands.

Snow and Cherry had picked up their improvised weapon from the wreckage of the door that had fallen on the floor. They knew they didn’t stand a chance against an alpha, no matter how young he is. However, they couldn’t bear to stand idly by watching Eden being attacked. The two omegas had picked up the two largest pieces of wood they had found and moved closer to the man who was about to strike his fist on the teenager. Just before the fist dropped back down, they synchronized and ran towards the werewolf to punch him with all their might. The two weapons smashed on the werewolf’s skull fractions of a second apart and splinters of wood flew all over the place. The alpha froze in irritation.

Sol turned his head towards the omegas and that was all Eden needed. He took advantage of the distraction that had his opponent releasing the pressure on his neck and used his arm to free himself from the grip before pouncing on the alpha. Without thinking, he stuck out his claws and lacerated him blindly. The blow touched Sol in the same spot and the fact that he reopened the wounds, angered the Alpha. Sol growled and the sound echoed throughout the room. His pheromones spread intoxicating Eden who gasped helplessly before collapsing to the ground.

The werewolf’s hand grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. He tightened his grip to obstruct the trachea when a blow hit him in the right flank. The alpha snapped his head thinking he saw the two omegas starting their desperate rescue attempt again and saw a black and white wolf advancing into the room as the two omegas that had hit him walked away. His fur was stained with blood all over and a shiver ran down his spine. Sol’s instinct ordered him to go as far and as quickly as possible to escape this alpha. Seeing the omega he still held at arm’s length, the wolf stirred and stomped before shifting. Before Sol’s eyes, a werewolf who stood at least two heads above him growled, fangs bared and claws ready to tear him apart.

“Don’t touch my mate!”

When he realized who the werewolf was who had just arrived, Sol loosened his grip around Eden’s throat and he locked him in his arms to use his body as a shield. The alpha didn’t understand how the fated mate of the omega could be in front of him, transformed. His presence here meant two things. The first is that the Red Creek’s alpha lied to them and the second is that his packmates and probably his leader were dead. The young alpha gritted his teeth and clenched his embrace around Eden’s body.

The male omega opened his eyes slightly and met the gaze of the werewolf in front of him. He recognized the scent and knew he was his mate. Remembering the curse he turned on the holographic screen.

[Glen Red Creek, fated mate

Level: 999

Race: Werewolf

Blood rank: Alpha

Type: ???

Class: Divine

Name: Warrior of the Moon Goddess

Stats: strength: 99 999 / 99 999

Speed: 99 999/99 999

Agility: 99 999 / 99 999

Intelligence: 99 999 / 99 999

HP: 1034/1250

Skills: Healing (Active) Domination (Active) Protection (Passive) ??? (???)

The curse is active. Stats are unblocked for a limited period.

Current debuff: Bloodlust +3 every 10 seconds

HP -1 every 10 seconds.. Time before death: 2 hours 12 minutes and 2 seconds.]