Chapter 01

[Note : to clear up a small confusion, think of the "Wolves" in this story (example Grim) as a spirit or ghost that is attached to the human counterpart. Everything the human (example Al) experiences, their wolf also sees and experiences but they're reaction can only be heard from inside the head of their human, unless they shift or talk to other fellow werewolves through their packs mind link together.]

If there was one other thing that's worse than death; it's utter boredom.

Boredom of life and living.

Al wasn't particularly one to complain about where he stood in life, though it does take away the excitement of all things. For example, if he wanted to have something others would go out of their way to give it to him. Just like that.

But not everything goes his way all the time, like tonight, he didn't wanna be attending this fancy party in a tuxedo. Surrounded by many of their pack and branch pack members from across the country. He was at least trying to pay attention to everyone who talked to him, though it was proving difficult.

If it wasn't his grandmother's 181th birthday he would be in more casual clothes, Al wasn't dressed to impress on people as he views it needless, with his thick dark golden hair slicked back into a styled quiff and softly burnt amber irises, that seem to glow radiance of power and sheer dominance. Even his fine suit did no justice to hide his well sculpted muscles. Biceps prominent whenever he reached for a drink, and his warm sun-kissed complexion, lips plump to leave anyone lusting after Al.

It was really challenging, especially for all the Omegas present there to be in the same breathing room as Al not to jump the young man and get down on their knees to beg him to bed them.

Al was a literal walking perfection masterpiece of their Moon Goddess herself. And he rarely attended these kinds of gatherings, which made it all the more nerve wrecking to see him physical standing here looking bored.

Ever so slightly.

For the past hours he's had to decline a total of ten people already, and those were the gutsy one to even approach Al. His natural striking gorgeous looks alone, could sell himself to anybody who regardless of your pack ranking, sexuality, and gender. Al can and will, make anyone squeeze their thighs tightly together upon seeing the sight of him. That, and he was secretly kind of a grandmother's boy towards her. He'd gladly bear all these people for that woman any day. Which is why he still found himself in this grand ballroom.

Old gal was the only one who could get away with pinching his cheeks red and calling Al her precious Marshmallow.

Tradition was the one thing you can't argue with her, she was one of those sticklers who would uphold tradition no matter what. However, Anselme has come to bend old habits for the new generations of her own werewolf pack.

Everyone loved his grandmother and he couldn't say no to her, even though his father was now the reigning Alpha their pack still treats Anselme highly. Yet as the hours tick by Al was slowly showing signs of spacing out along his conversations. Unlike like his younger brother Shane, who was discussing his interest in their experiences during the olden days battle with other elder pack members. Shane was more into his comfort zone than Al, the perfect son.

A small smile came to his lips spotting Shane, slightly choke on the wine that was offered up to him by the elders. Al knows his little brother isn't one to drink much, so it didn't surprise him when he saw Shane almost spit out the drink after taking the tiniest taste of it. Shane awkwardly trying to swallow it down as a female elder pats his back laughing in delight at his silly brother.

Almost perfect. Al thought, shaking his head and takes another sip of wine.

He'd rather be running around in the wilderness and hunting some animals for the hell of it. Instead Al was here, talking with a bunch of elders who keep gloating on and on about their bravery participation during the last Blood Moon War that took place years before Al was even born, the young man just can't relate to something that didn't concern himself. Al tried his best to be as polite and not doze off, because he knew his mother was somewhere in the room keeping a keen eye on him too.

Even he wasn't gonna risk pissing off their packs Luna, Al still loved life.

His lively wolf on the other hand hasn't been helpful, Grim was begging to take over them so they could ditch this party already. Al couldn't agree more, his wolf was quite the adventure seeker as him, and just as uninterested to hear everyone's opinion of how he was going to run their pack when Al turns of age. It was just suffocating and he felt like screaming in their faces to fuck off and how he was going to rule their pack is none of anyone's goddamn business.

Just one little bite...Please.

No, Grim. They're still apart of our pack members. You can't have their heads.

But they just won't stop talking and talking and talking, just one nimble? (Note : Grim is being childish here to convince Al)

Grim. We'll have plenty of Rogues to play around with later, we promised already we'd behave ourselves until grandmother's birthday is done after.

Graaahhh...fine. but once it's midnight I'm taking control and were leaving.

Al chuckled, sometimes his wolf can be such a spoiled teenager; like himself.

After we give grandma's present.

Do you think she'll like it? He felt the wag of Grims bushy tail swing around.

Let's hope so, unless she was counting on a litter of puppies from me, which is never going to happen anytime soon.

The cackle Grim released from inside Al's head was contagious, because both of them knew very well it was absurd.

"So, I hear Miranda is taking in those mutants, can you imagine? I thought she had more common sense in her." An elder said and this caused another elder member to glare at them. "You really should watch what you say Tim, can we leave that out of the occasion."

What are they on about now?

Focusing on them, Al could sense that the male elder was be too careless in discussing something he shouldn't, his hearings really good which he's used in more than one time for personal gains, to be in the know of private matters.

"I'm just saying, Miranda of all people should know better. If she keeps this shit up I don't think we should trust her. She's being way too gullible honestly, it's going to get someone killed soon."

Als brows furrow. "Yeah? what about my auntie Miranda?" He spoke firmly.

The two elders suddenly flinched to hearing his deep bass-drop voice from behind them, Al's notorious among the pack for showing up out of thin air and from nowhere, similar to a phantom.

Tim glanced back to the elder and to Al, smiling yet he was quite unsure if it was his place to say this. With his surprised and nervous state Tim replied. "M-My apologies sir Al. Leslie's right, I shouldn't bring this topic up to your beloved grandmother's birthday." He squeaks.

Now, Al was just annoyed. And like a switch his demeanour turned darker, as though he's casual facade shattered to reveal his more spiteful expression.

He tilled his head, eyes going to slits to glaring in on Tim. Al took a step too close for the elder man's personal space.

"Well Timothy, maybe you should have thought that over carefully before you ran your stupid mouth." The growl in Al's tone sent spines in shivers and the nearby heads to whirled to them as he grew hungry for some entertainment.

We asked you a question, GAMMA.

Grims collected tone only worsen the atmosphere instantly, the fact that Al's wolf was so calm meant Grim himself wasn't afraid to let Al have them shift or deal with Tim in his human form. All werewolves were on edge, feeling the rooms temperature drop to match Al's icy scowl. They knew he was now irked and secretly people had prayed for the Moon Goddess's divine mercy, to never receive any of Al's full wrath.

People around them created a direct pathway to Tim, avoiding to get in Al's way and everyone turning blind to the new commotion in front of them, nobody dared to speak out. In fear that Al would decide it might make it more exciting to have more than one prey for his type of games. Tim kept staggering backwards, until Grim could also hear both Tim's wolf whimpering in place, as the elder man stumbled landing on his behind and practically crawling back to get more distance from Al's huge form.

His mere shadow, that casted below the man among the bright ball room lights made it hard for Tim to even breath anymore. Al slowly walked to him, his dress shoes echoing off the marble tiles. When he was standing three feet above the man, Al squatted to stare at eye level this foolish low ranked werewolf.

He selfishly craved the pure terror in those eyes as Al licked his upper lip. It was driving him high, tasting the fear that Tim was voluntarily displaying.

"Why don't we take a quick pleasant walk out, yeah?" Al whispers happily.

His smile was killer, and not the good kind at least for this unfortunate man.

Yeah, let's have fun.

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Author's Note :

Date Created : July 28, 2020

(I.M.O. Anselma)

I have no idea where I'm going with this *weird awkward laughing* I dunno how I went from 'aye let's make a charming caring Top that actually isn't a jerk' and then I end up with Al! Jesus Christ where did I go wrong?

Fair warning, this book might tackle some dark themes as we go on but I will place warnings here and there if it's too much

Wolf dialogue will be in this format!

Human / Werewolf *thoughts* partner will be in this format

Um also, heads up English isn't my mother language so forgive meh if I slip on the spelling and grammar sections, I try to get past my annoying dyslexia while writing, great ship I know

(dyslexic x non mother tongue)

Anyway, please tap that ☆