My Atypical Wolf (BL)

On the door he saw none other than his father who headed to the dungeons, “Dad”! He called him out stopping him on his tracks. “What are doing here”? Christian stalled, preventing him from disturbing his brother and Ashton. He had no idea what was going on there, but both of them were too overwhelmed to deal with their cynical father.

“I received complaints of loud growls, I ought to check them out”. Mr Wrisberg clarified. He turned to go but once more Christin stopped him.

“It’s Ashton”. Christian revealed. Mr Wrisberg raised an eyebrow to which Christian explained to him the situation at hand. He was not sure the kind of reaction he would get, but he was worried it won’t be a nice one.

Mr Wrisberg gave an evil smirk before saying, “How convenient”.

“What do you mean”? Christian frowned, unsure of his intentions.

“Rut is when an Alpha is at his or her worst. I assume Caleb would get to see what his mate is Capable of”. Mr Wrisberg sneered.

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“Do you really think he would regret his decision of choosing Ashton after seeing him like that”? Christian asked. “He is strong-willed, I doubt he will take it the wrong way. In fact he feels more sad for him, rather than be terrified of him”.

“For his sake, I hope so”. Mr Wrisberg declared flatly. “Nothing good comes out of regret anyways”. Christian was unsure of what to make of his father’s reaction. At one point it seemed he wanted to separate Caleb and Ashton, but on the other hand it seemed opposite. Even for Christian his father was hard to decipher at this moment.

“So you do not want Caleb to hate him”? Christian asked.

Mr Wrisberg sighed before saying, “You are sure you got this situation under control”?

Christian wondered why his father was avoiding his query, but he replied to him nonetheless. “Yes”.

“Good, because if Ashton goes rampage, we might need Cyrus’s help. We are not strong enough to take on a pureblooded Alpha, especially the one on rut, given its feral nature”.

“Is this why you brought him here? To build allies with him so that you could use him against Ashton? Is that your purpose”? Chrstian questioned. While most of the invitations sent went through Christian, the invitation for Cyrus was kept out of his sight. He often wondered what his father’s ulterior motives were.

“You think I invited him because I wanted to? I can barely tolerate one pure blood’s presence, let alone have two have them roam freely in my grounds”. Mr Wrisberg scoffed. His hatred for the type was way too deep for it to be not evident.

“Then, why”? A whisper escaped from Christian’s mouth.

“Because, he approached me. He said he was visiting America, and he wanted to attend the annual banquet we have planned. I hate them, but I am not stupid. In Europe he is considered the ultimate ruler. He commands a battalion of wolves, compared to which we are nothing. The wolves there literally worship him. I hate him for what he is but I am not an idiot who would want to antagonise such a powerful leader”. Mr Wrisberg sighed. “I should get going. I assume neither of you are going to look after the guests? Seems like I will be the one taking responsibilities”. His father vanished into the corridor.

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Given the excitement for an entire day event, the night was still young for most of the wolves around here. Even though in any pack all the wolves won’t be sleeping at any given time, tonight was even much lively. Thank goodness for the noise absorbing walls or the guests who actually want to sleep will have a hard time falling asleep.

Cyrus returned to his room from the party when it was around two. His room was at the topmost floor, and for some reason he thought it would be better to take the stairs instead of the elevators. While crossing the second floor he smelled a spike in a somewhat familiar scent. For a regular alpha they might miss the scent, but Cyrus was no regular wolf. Given how it seemed faded he could tell how long ago Ashton was present on this floor.

When he focused his hearing, he could tell from the descriptions of the growls that his fellow pureblood was going through rut. His room, despite his absence, was guarded by four wolves, all of them being an Alpha. He entered his room and waited for a few minutes before another man, who also seemed like a bodyguard, walked in.

“So? What is the status”? Cyrus asked him.

“It’s better than ever. I have everything we need, which thanks to that teenage pureblood was further easy to do”. That man sneered with victory.

“Well done, brother” He declared. Both of their faces were laid with a tiny smirk, until something hit Cyrus’s ears,

“In Europe he is considered the ultimate ruler. He commands a battalion of wolves, compared to which we are nothing. The wolves there literally worship him. I hate him for what he is but I am not an idiot who would want to antagonise such a powerful leader.”

Cyrus scoffed as those words reached his ears. You see, as a pureblooded Alpha his senses were supposed to be heightened. But his powers were projecting those heightened senses to a range of at least a mile radius and gathering any information he needed. Even from the fifth floor he could smell Ashton’s rut, and hear his growls, making it easier to track him. In fact the people who knew about his ability referred to him as ‘The Tracker’ for this remarkable ability.

“What a coward” Cyrus mumbled.

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Christian was on his way back to his room when suddenly he recalled why he was out of his room in the first place. He decided to run to the hospital when suddenly a big coffee coloured wolf attacked him out of nowhere. His arms suffered multiple scratches but luckily no major injury took place. His arms started to heal real quick while he assumed an alert stance towards the wolf.

That wolf seemed familiar, but he failed to recognise who exactly it was. He could deduce from its stature that it was none from his pack which rose a threat of creating interpack enmity. Seeing the wolf’s ferocious gaze, Christian decided it would be best for him to shift as well, and transformed into a big grey wolf, with a bit of balck and white highlights.

Christian bared his claws, and exposed his sharp canines trying to intimidate his opponent. The opponent however seems unfazed and snarled at him. The wolf waited for Christian to do something, but Christian held back himself, determined to not make the first move. The wolf jumped on him trying to bite him, but Christian dodged the attack perfectly. This time, Christian being just behind the wolf bit his tail making the wolf wail in pain.

The grey wolf smirked before howling. He wasn’t sure exactly what this wolf’s purpose. Was he trying to eliminate the next Alpha? But with Christian gone Caleb would assume the next position of the leader, given his omega status remains hidden. Even if that was the plan, it would always be smart to have a pack attack him rather than a lone wolf then why was this wolf attacking him all alone.

He didn’t get much time to ponder upon his thoughts as he was attacked once more. This time the wolf got him injuring his shoulder blades. With the amount of pain he felt, he was sure his bone was fractured. Trying his best to maintain his posture, despite the excruciating pain, he tried to link his father. Before his father could respond, Christian had to let go of the link because the wolf was determined to kill him.

Indeed the wolf had great strength, but given that its soul purpose at this moment seemed to exterminate Christian, its movement was erratic and uncoordinated. As if the wolf just wanted to keep attacking him without any proper technique. Was it possessed or something? Christian wondered.

Taking advantage of that fact, he decided to trick the wolf and dodged the next attack by an inch, he laid down on the ground holding his breath. He pretended to be dead to get out of this situation while he linked his father his location. His father assured him that help would be there soon before disconnecting.

Soon he heard rustling noises before he heard the sound of laboured breathing getting closer. From the footsteps it seemed the wolf was in his human form and was approaching him. The moment the hand of the person was about to make contact, Christian opened his eyes and attacked him. He managed to hit him hard in the head making him collapse in the ground.

Christian observed the back of the man before shifting back to his human form. Rolling the unconscious man, he finally took a proper notice of his face and soon Christian’s eyes widened in recognition.