Jack’s POV
“No one’s gonna hurt you for being an hybrid. I’ll give you an advice which I’d like you to follow.” I whisper to him as everyone has left the room already.
“What advice?” He weakly responds.
“Don’t ever inform anyone about your being an hybrid. If anyone ever asks you who you are, tell the person that you’re a werewolf.” I advise.
“Taken.” He says and forces a smile across his chin.
“Cheer up. I am always with you. I will convince dad to admit both of us to college. Not only me will go.” I say again and he pulls me into a hug, claiming he appreciates my love for him.
“Why not? Or do you want us up to end up like our two fathers?” I ask as he chuckles softly.
“Two fathers indeed. It’s been a long while I last saw my uncle anyway,” he says, “what about we deceive dad about going to college but rather, we sneak into his pack to greet him?”
“That can’t work. Not even the way you prescribed,” I retort, “dad will take us in his new jeep to the college. He’s gonna have to admit us there. How do we work it out after returning from Dominic’s pack if we ever get to sneak there?”
“Some of his wolves might be students of dad’s college.” Jake guesses.
“How certain are you that he’s telling the truth?” I ask, as I fold my arms across my chest.
“Why do I feel like dad’s going to ring the doorbell anytime soon?” He suddenly says as I arrange the room, tidy up the scattered stuff all over the ground.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I run to get it open, preventing Jake from doing so.
As I get it open, it’s Alex indeed, whom Jake predicted.
“I think he’s a mind reader. He actually predicted your coming. What the fuck, man!” I happily scream as I watch Jake’s face beam with smirks.
“Both of you need to resume college tomorrow morning. I’m sorry it’s coming late but I’ve registered both of you already and you’re gonna have to write the entrance exam before you’re approved as students.” He informs as we fail silent. Jake and I.
“Jake’s not interested,” I interrupt as I keep my peripheral eyes focused on him, in case he tries to throw tantrums at me.
“Don’t mind the dude. He’s under the effect of great folly.” Jake says as I shoot him a deadly glare. What sort of joke is that?
“No. I won’t take that.” I fix a frown on my face, asserting my dominance over him in the argument.
“Dad, we’ll get prepared. I’ll go see mum so she’ll pack all the stuff I need for school.” Jake says and wink at him as he leaves, looking back every now and then with a facial expression that tells us not to engage in a heated argument, or better said, no argument at all.
“Why did you call me a foolish dude?” I grab the shirt few seconds after dad has left. I ensure he is out of sight so he doesn’t get to hear a little noise and retrace his steps.
“I was joking, man. You said I wasn’t interested in attending college. What sort of joke is that? Dad’s a warrior and he’s black-hearted. We’re only lucky to see favor in his eyes. Why try suppress the favor?”
“We’re good. Get up. Let’s go meet mum.”
Dominic’s POV
The lycanthrope stands straight as expected, as it growls fiercely, threatening to pounce on me if I don’t get away from Beatrice immediately. If it hadn’t entered the room, I would lock him outside, ensure all entry methods are blocked, and keep on with the act with Beatrice since that’s all I can think of, to suppress the boastful energy in her.
“It’s fine!” I slightly scream as I pull out my dick from her ass. She slowly moans which makes the lycanthrope tilt his head, making some cracky sound. I gently get into my trousers as I walk out of the room. I hide at a corner but I know the lycanthrope can still see me. I’ve seen lycanthrope in movies. I’ve read about them in books. I know what they are capable of doing. They are reportedly stronger than Alpha werewolves, and much stronger than regular werewolves. Even a regular lycanthrope can win a fight with an Alpha wolf because they’re particularly blessed with strength and ability to resist a lot of attacks. They’d get deep cut and wounds, yet they would have more agility to continue the fight.
I quickly shield my eyes away from it as I turn to a different direction, since it’s keeping its focus on me and I don’t want to be victimized.
“Sorry about that, beautiful.” I suddenly see a young man sitting close to Beatrice as he unchains her. He’s well dressed and not naked like us. I’m certain he must have brought the dress along. Doesn’t seem like something he was on, after returning to his human from.
I don’t know much about lycanthrope despite reading a lot about them. But I can say their bodies are like werewolves’, just that they stand straight after shifting, not bend like us. They have the power to resist attacks better than we and one last thing which seems more important to me. They can run fast like a vampire. Not all of them but some.
I think this guy has that ability. He lifts the silver wolf with his hands as he vanishes. I can see him vanish, which is to say that he only walked fast and was seen in motion, not like some disappearance.
The rogues who saved my ass run to meet me after the lycan leaves. I actually think they’ve all been killed.
“Only four of us are left. Eleven of us have been murdered.” One of them claims.
“How did he invade this territory?” I slowly ask myself, facing them.
“Did you see him? Do you know what he looks like? We can report to the moon goddess. She’ll do something about it.” He says, his voice shivering.
“I was fucking his mate. I didn’t even know she’s his mate. She asked me if I can withstand her mate. Immediately she did, the door fell down and this figure showed up. Does that seem like a lie to you?” I ask.
“She can never be mated to a lycanthrope. Wolves don’t attract lycans.”
“She’s a silver wolf, man. You can never tell.” I rebuff.
“It doesn’t matter.” He says and clears his throat.
Another speaks up, sounding a bit too vocal, “you talk a lot. Will you keep shut and let’s welcome our wolves back to the pack?”
“Where were they?” I gently ask.
“After we murdered the last soldier, we realized that the wolves who have been manipulated were locked in the basement and their voice can’t be heard except you’re one of the soldiers.” He says.
“Will those soldiers rise again?” I ask, trying to catch a point.
“No. They are mere humans. Not some kind of vampire or immortal wolves.” He retorts.
“We’ve cleared them, huh?”
“Even the wild wolves at the back of the pack have fed on most of them,” he retorts and chuckles, “I’ll serve as a good beta when you assume power.”
“Indeed.” I comment and walk away.
As I almost reach the hallway where everyone must pass if going to the north direction of the pack, I suddenly see the lycan still leading Beatrice away from this pack.
“I feel so weak. He battered me. He deflowered me. Can you imagine? Just imagine.” She says.
“Calm down.” The husky voice is revealed. I sense that he feels I’m around him. Perhaps lycans have a strong sense of sniffling scents from a distance.
“He shouldn’t go scot-free. He did it all wrong.” She pleads with him, “man, did you see how bad he treated me? Chained a whole silver wolf belonging to a royal family, up?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll ensure he doesn’t go scot-free. Get to the car first and I’ll return here to whoop his ass.” He assures as she side hugs him.
I sigh shakily as I creep back inside the pack to inform my colleagues so they won’t be affected as well.
I just hope he won’t manipulate the minds of my colleagues to act against me. As I run towards them, one of them bumps into me, apologizing instantly. It’s actually the master that led us here. The master of the rogues in the woods who claims their hiding place was specially created by the moon goddess and they’ll be pardoned not to remain a rogue if they can belong to a pack successfully in seven days after becoming a rogue. The guy who has just two days left had died. He probably was struck by the moon goddess. Who can tell?