Wolf you Up! - Chapter 37

TRIGGER: VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE. THOSE WHO ARE NOT COMFORTABLE CAN WAIT FOR THE NEXT UPDATE.

Eden’s eyes widened as he saw Glen’s statistics after his transformation. He knew what he was seeing was his mate’s hidden strength and there was something to be shocked about. How could a werewolf get so strong? When his eyes reached the last few lines on the screen, the omega panicked. He has to be as quickly as possible so his mate could shift back to his human form. He had read the warning when he found out about the curse. His alpha couldn’t use his werewolf abilities without counter-effects. One of its negative effects is decreasing his HP until death.

The Omega stared at the countdown ticking along with the dwindling HP. He wriggled and tried to extricate himself from the embrace, but the Grey Wolf’s young alpha’s arms held him firmly in place.

Even though Sol couldn’t see Glen’s statistics, the werewolf seemed to have understood that the alpha posed a threat he couldn’t overlook. Still, he had every intention of making it out alive.

He considered his options. He found that on the other side of the room there was no sound of fighting. Were all the men with him dead? They must be, otherwise, they would have come to help him. If they were dead, was it that alpha that eliminated them? Alone? While he was still in the room, at least a dozen of his packmates kept the Purple Eyes fighters busy so he could fight his way to the Bloodhood’s omega. There was even more outside the room, not to mention the backup outside. His leader had planned to leave nothing to chance for defeat. There’s no way he beat them all on the way here, right?

Facing him, despite his eyes exuding Homeric anger, the alpha didn’t budge an inch. His pupils didn’t let go of his omega who was tossing restlessly in the arms of the enemy in the vain hope of breaking free. Eden felt helpless. Despite the days he spent in training, despite being of a much higher standard than his opponent, he was stranded at his mercy just because the dominant far outstripped him in strength. He had been too complacent and now it was backfiring on him.

Eden gritted his teeth, he had to have something he could… There! An idea had crossed his mind. He had found this hold when he was in a similar situation during training in the magic dimension. He grabbed the wrist of his hand and, with targeted pressure, forced the hand to release its grip. Sadly, Sol felt his move and circled his waist.

“You little…” The alpha swore before deploying his claws and squeezing Eden’s throat again. He then directed his gaze back to Glen who was still frozen in place, but who had narrowed his eyes as if he was studying his movements for an opening. Sol knew his chances of getting out of here alive were diminishing every second he lingered here. He had attempted to send a link to Donovan Haze, his alpha accomplice and his leader, but neither had responded. Sol was starting to understand that their plan had probably failed. The silence he faced was proof that he was the only one still alive. He decided to risk it all for everything.

“What you want is your mate, right? What will you do if I mark him? You can’t kill the mate of a marked omega without risking his life. It would also put Bloodhood in danger if they were to lose their heir. It means that once he gets my mark, I’ll be untouchable. What do you say?” A mischievous smile twisted his face.

The omega’s pupils dilated in fear and he tried once more to extricate himself, to no avail. Tears rolled down his cheeks as Sol forced him to tilt his head to expose the back of his neck. In the room, for a second, time froze.

Sol tightened his grip around the omega’s waist and opened his mouth, fangs sharp. His canines pressed against Eden’s skin and the omega froze, his eyes filled with despair.

Sol thought he had finally grabbed his exit ticket. After all, he was about to sink his teeth into the base of the omega’s neck. Suddenly he felt a cold sensation in his left side and he realized he couldn’t move his jaw any further. The alpha had underestimated Glen and this fact had signed his death warrant. When the black-and-black werewolf saw his fated mate ready to be bitten by another alpha, what little sanity he was trying to hold wavered. Glen stopped fighting the bloodlust that threatened to take control of his mind. His body moved on its own.

The werewolf moved at a speed no eye, human or supernatural, could catch. Sol Aurora couldn’t know what was going on. If he could, the scene would likely have the effect it has on the female omegas in the room. The two werewolves had pressed their hands to their mouths to stifle their cry of fear before looking away.

On the ground, a puddle of blood spread as the alpha drained. Tracing back to the source of this excess hemoglobin, a gaping wound testified to the monstrous force Glen had struck his enemy with. When Sol’s canines touched Eden’s skin, the black-and-white werewolf had reduced the distance between them and walked around Sol. Raising his two arms, he had brought them down to hit his foe. The claws of his right hand had torn out half of the alpha’s neck, severing the spine and spinal cord. The outcome was a nervous beheading. Sol could no longer move his head. Glen’s left hand did the same but at the level of the left flank. The dominant emptied of his blood and his viscera on the ground

Eden, who had seen Glen disappear from his sight, knew something had just happened. He tugged the arm around him and to his surprise, there was no resistance. He also removed the hand that held his neck in place, being careful to avoid the teeth that were pressed against his skin. With his feet on the ground, he finally turned away. His eyes barely slid over the bloody body and he stared at his mate. The werewolf looked like he was in pain and that broke Eden’s heart. He took a step forward and to his surprise, Glen took a step back. Eden frowned and noticed the soft ringing sound that had started to resonate in his head. He displayed the screen and saw a notice.

[Quest ‘Bonded by Fate’ :

Challenge your connection with the Fated mate and complete the first part of the quest.]

Eden read the simple notice which gave him neither clues nor steps to follow. The werewolf who had strayed into one of the corners of the room seemed to be struggling with a pain that was consuming his whole body. His half-open mouth let out an irregular and harsh breath. His gaze avoided the place where Eden and the two other omegas were. The teenager switched the screen to see Glen’s data and check how much time he had left.

[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: 932/1250

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: 1 h 55 min and 57 sec.]

There were just under two hours left until what the omega feared more than anything. Eden pondered if he should test the idea he had had in the magical dimension when a din was heard in the next room. Grunts sounded and, soon after, a werewolf with black and dark brown fur appeared. He smashed down what was left of the door. Hearing the noise, Snow and Cherry had jumped up to take cover.

Basile Stones hadn’t given up. Far from there. His plan was turning into a fiasco before his eyes yet he hadn’t given up yet. It had to make sense. Although shaming his alpha nature, the werewolf had over the years mastered the art of flight. This is how he managed to escape Sliver Bloodhood and the two werewolves who accompanied him. The Grey Wolf’s leader had let his men sacrifice themselves for his sake and ran as fast as possible to reach where the omega was.

When he entered the room, the alpha faced complete chaos. What he had seen on the way had given him a glimpse, but the scene exceeded his worst predictions. Corpses and seriously injured fighters littered the ground. Even though he assumed that Red Creek’s young alpha was partly responsible for this massacre, he couldn’t believe it. How could the werewolf that his father described as weak and harmless, be so strong? His abilities were unusually high even for a werewolf.

Basile’s fists clenched and he decided to continue with his plan anyway. In the worst case, he would abduct the omega and bring it back to his pack to mate him with one of his alphas. Either way, if he didn’t do anything his life would be in danger, so he might as well try an even bolder plan.

The smell of blood hung in the air and disturbed his senses a bit, but he picked up on the faint pheromones inherent in omegas. He stepped forward and also picked up an alpha scent he didn’t recognize. He knew without a doubt that this was Red CReek’s alpha. He swallowed and sprang forward before smashing down what was left of the door. In his imagination, he had planned to pounce on the omega and grab him before running away. After all, his speed was his main asset. However, the reality was very different from what Basile had imagined.

The instant he had crossed the threshold, the alpha who was fighting his bloodlust with all his might, foresaw that his mate was in danger and reacted. Before Grey Wolf’s leader could reach Eden, the black and white werewolf had emerged from his prostration. He quickly arrived near Basile and looked down at the leader, dominated by his stature. His fist dug into his enemy’s stomach. The shock of being touched so easily froze Basile Stones’ face in an expression of pain and frustration. Glen withdrew his fist that had gone through the body, and the sound of smashed flesh echoed in the room. At the same time, Silver Bloodhood arrived, followed closely by Dante and Christopher Fern. The three werewolves watched the scene, trying to figure out what had happened. On Eden’s screen, a message flashed.

[The Fated mate’s bloodlust hit 40%. Regression is not possible from 90% percent.

Bloodlust: 402/1000]

The Omega looked at his mate who was once again standing still. It was as if to avoid succumbing to his urges, he had chosen to limit his reactions. Eden knew it was now or never to put his theory to the test.

“Dad, I want you to get out of here. Take Mum and Cherry with you and get out of here and whatever happens, whatever you hear, don’t come back to this room for any reason. ”

“Eden, what is …”

“Everything will be alright. I will contact you by link when this is all over. ”

His gaze was firm. Silver Bloodhood remembered the incident with Crescent Moon when he hadn’t given his son’s words all the credit he should have. The black furry werewolf stared at Glen for a moment before returning his attention to his son.

“Honey, Cherry, come with us.”

Still shocked, the two female omegas stood up and walked unsteadily towards their dominants. Once her mate was wrapped in his arms, Silver threw one last glance at Eden who never took his eyes off his mate. They walked away and left the two werewolves together and the teen waited for the noises to mute.

“It’s alright, Glen. I’m here.. I will help you take control. “