Wolf you Up! - Chapter 42

Glen’s mind grew dizzy, and soon he was completely drunk on the kiss. He could feel the sweet touch of Eden’s finger stroking his biceps then sliding down his abs up to the towel still tied around his hips. The hand hovered for a moment above the junction. The alpha cupped his omega’s face with one hand. He slipped the finger of the other one in the blond hair and broke the kiss.

“You’re playing with fire.”

A lascivious smile spread on Eden’s lips as he narrowed his eyes. Glen’s gaze locked on the now glowing golden iris and straightened his bust to caress the skin. His fingertip brushed a bloody crescent moon mark on the left side of Eden’s chest that wasn’t here earlier.

“What’s that?”

Eden took no heed of the question. His eyes that lit up like two incandescent flames plunged into those of the alpha. The glim inside was enticing. A sweet invitation to love and something more. The alpha knew that apart from being with his mate until he came out of this trance induced by the marking, there was nothing he could do.

The still hesitating fingers of the male omega approached the knot that held the towel. Eden slipped a finger between the fabric and the skin which flinched at his contact and he pulled lightly on it. The gesture was enough for the tissue to give way revealing an already impressive although half-erected penis. The finger moved extremely slowly up the rod and Glen’s gaze darkened. He stared at the younger man pinned down the bed as he was focused on the sensation of the caress on his member. The pheromones were already eroding his judgment and now his omega, drunk in unknown pheromones kept teasing him. The alpha was about to lose his mind. Eden took advantage of his clouded mind. The Omega circled his mate’s waist with his legs and rolled over to switch their positions.

He was now riding his alpha. He looked down at the body of his mate beneath him and his fingers once again explored the skin oversensitive under his touch. Eden drew the outline of the collarbones going from curves to sharp edges. He then approached the mark he had just made and an expression of pure satisfaction transformed the young man’s features. His hand moved away from the bitting mark without touching it. The blond looked fascinated with every inch of his alpha’s skin.

His eyes that followed the movement of his fingers moved up to the chiseled and masculine features. He stared at Glen’s face, who, docile, waited for him to continue his sensual exploration. The plump pink lips parted to let out a soft pant, then he licked his lower lip before slowly bending over his alpha to resume their kiss. The omega’s lips softly pressed onto his as their shafts were grinding between them. Eden smirked seeing the beautiful features fill up with expectations. The vision fed the younger man boldness and he pressed his body further leaving no space between them and resumed their kiss. Soon, only wet sucking sounds could be heard.

The omega sucked on his mate’s tongue and descended to attack the neck which he nibbled and sucked leaving a trail of reddish marks in its path. His tongue plunged into the hollow of the belly button causing Glen to shiver under the sweet torture when they heard three knocks on the door. Eden paused and straightened up, his face had switched to a scold. Suddenly, a new wave of pheromones spread inside the room. Glen felt the change in his mate’s demeanor. The omega was worried, restless as if he didn’t like whatever or whoever was on the other side of the door.

The alpha released his comfort pheromones and raised his hand. He cupped Eden’s face who leaned on the hand and rubbed his cheek against the palm, breathing the calming scent. The glow in his eyes gradually disappeared and the golden orbs were back to their natural shine. The seductive pheromones grew weaker. Only the unknown scent continued to fill the air, almost intoxicating. Glen straightened up and enveloped Eden in a hug which the werewolf surrendered after a weak whimper. The omega suddenly felt exhausted as if his body was being drained of all of its energy.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hm… sleepy.”

Now that the pheromones no longer controlled his body, Eden was back to his usual self. The alpha had also switched to a protective mode meeting his mate’s needs. He felt that something had changed in him, just as he felt the change in their bond. The connection was even stronger. So much that he was connected to the emotions of the omega. The feeling was both pleasant and comforting to his inner wolf as if he had finally found the role he needed to perform. Glen gently stroked the back of his omega and the gesture calmed him little by little. The unknown pheromones gradually diminished before disappearing completely. Eden wriggled against his chest before pulling away.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Lie down, I’ll get you something.”

He laid the younger man on the bed and covered him with the blankets before patting his head. Glen left the room after donning the pair of sweatpants Rafael had brought. Unfortunately, the size of the t-shirt did not match the width of his shoulders thus the alpha had given up putting it on.

He was walking around the house, bare-chested, taking the path that had led them to their bedroom in the opposite direction when he finally stumbled upon the kitchen. He was filling a glass, deep in thought when he heard a noise coming towards the entrance of the room. He turned and came face to face with Silver Bloodhood and the alpha of Purple Eyes whose he couldn’t remember the name.

The werewolf saw the leader of the traditional pack staring at his chest. Glen looked down at his skin covered in the traces the omega had left earlier. The alpha female, meanwhile, was frowning as she gazed between the kiss mark and the blood-red crescent moon that had appeared on his skin along with Eden’s.

“What just happened? Why didn’t you wait until you got back to the pack? Eden has barely woken up and our pack has had a second attack in just two months. It’s enough to act like free electrons. You have to think about the consequences of your actions… ”

Silver’s voice was full of anger although he spoke without raising his voice. The tone left no room for discussion so the three dominants were surprised to hear a response from behind them. The two leaders turned and saw his son. Eden, fully dressed, was standing on the threshold of the kitchen. His eyes were calm almost cold.

“We are, Dad. That’s why we did it. We’re sorry for all the inconvenience but it wasn’t a whim or a self-centered action. It had to be done. ” The blond werewolf fell silent and stared at his father for a moment. Glen and Elma watched father and son stare at each other as the Bloodhood Alpha’s demeanor changed.

The dominant’s body was stiff with a strange tension. Being in the residence of the alpha of another pack, he had suppressed his pheromones so it was impossible to know what emotion was bubbling up in him. However, Glen was sure from the air crackling between the Omega and his father that the two werewolves were communicating by link and that the leader was suppressing his anger and perhaps his worry as well.

Without saying a word, Silver Bloodhood walked over to his son, whom he silently passed. Just seconds later, they heard the door to the main entrance closing behind him.

“Eden, what’s going on? What were those pheromones you were emitting? That mark on your mate… ” Elma who didn’t understand what was happening stared at the son of her friends. The dominant had known Eden from birth. She had seen the omega grow. She couldn’t get her head off that there was something different about his attitude. The aura of maturity she felt in him was accompanied by something that she couldn’t define.

“You don’t have to worry. We are sorry for the explosion of pheromones. Please don’t be upset with us, Alpha Elma. We didn’t foresee it would happen. ”

“It’s ok. I mean, I know you wouldn’t do this on purpose. I won’t punish you but, Eden, are you alright? You look… ”

“Everything is alright.” Eden grinned at the female dominant and then looked deep into his alpha’s eyes. When Glen locked his gaze with his omega’s, he noticed a soft ringing inside his head. The dashboard was displayed in front of him.

[Help Quest ‘Bonded by Fate’.

Meet the witch chief of the Blue Moon clan before the next full moon]

When the alpha saw the message, he couldn’t help but react. The Blue Moon clan was the most powerful and oldest clan among the witches. It was impossible to get in touch with them, or even identify its members. The only contact the clan ever had with the Werewolves was when they threatened to go to war if their kind didn’t end the Bloodshed.

Eden silently shook his head as if to signal Glen not to say anything and the werewolf gritted his teeth, swallowing the questions that were jostling in his mind. Seeing his reaction, the omega stepped out of the doorway where he had stayed and moved closer to his mate before binding their hands together.

Elma, who had followed their brief silent exchange, realized that she wouldn’t have an explanation for what had just happened, nor for the mark that had appeared on the young alpha. She stared at Glen and glanced again at the blood-red crescent moon and then the bite mark on his neck. Was this mark really the cause of everything that had just happened? If so, the Omega mark was indeed a test and the young dominant was actually putting his life on the line to prove that he and Eden were fated mates.

The leader could only wait to see what would happen next for the Bloodhood pack but also for the rest of the packs across the country.. If her instincts weren’t mistaken, they were on the cusp of a change triggered by the couple in front of her.