Chapter 38

"Don't stop, oh please don't stop! I-I want more." He looks up at Weiler's glowing jade eyes. "Now, I want it all!"

The Older Alpha had both his arms on either side of Lucas's head, Weiler is younger however his frame was taller and his toned muscles were to die for. His cool composed expression was the right touch to his handsome features.

"You...really think we should keep going?" Lucas nodded eagerly. "Yes, I want to know more about the curse. I want to figure out how I can help you."

His irises returned to a grey hue.

"Very well, since you're stubborn. It's not I don't trust you knowing. This topic just has a lot of emotional hurt in it and I can't be too exposed to feelings. Most emotions for me are dangerous to have."

Weiler swipes his jet black long hair back and goes to sit on a armchair, he didn't want to talk about it. Even just saying the actual name of the curse is uncomfortable for him. Though Lucas was insistant and he refused to let him leave the hospital because he is still on observation. "Take a seat, it's a long story but I'll try to cut to the point."

The Detective Beta did as told, Weiler set both his strong veiny arms at the armrest and Lucas couldn't help stare at his thick thighs that looked great.

"Don't even think I'll let you sit on my lap, I'll hit you plenty." Weiler warned.

Spanked by daddy? yes please. Lucas' s wolf; Crisp has a kinky imagination.

Calm the hell down, Crisp. Lucas turns more serious now. "I'll take you up on that offer later, right now, I just want to know what this curse does to you."

The Older Alpha said. "I'm too lazy."

"What!? Oh come on Weiler! I thought you were going to explain everythi---"

"Let me finish, Lucas." Weiler then holds his Red dog tag in between his fingers as he places it to his lips. "Long before, Moon Goddess herself cursed my ancestors bloodline. Bubbles, my wolf, is addicted to the sin of...Sloth."

Lucas rose a brow. "Which means?"

"Which means Bubbles can cause my body to go either really weak or put me in a comatose. But when awake, I gain invincible strength for a specific amount of time. It's not just me, It's embedded in all of us. Everyone who is blood related to the Nightwalker family, will always be born an Alpha. Regardless of their mate's werewolf bloodline. Along with it, we are born with the most ruthless bloodthirsty and maniacal breed of wolves, but I'm different...I'm not all pure Alpha like my cousins. I'm half a Zeta; a hybrid."

Lucas whispered. "That's why you go with us on assignments, not because it's part of your pack duties because..."

"Zetas will always want to fight and defend others." Weiler smiles, yet his smile didn't reach his ears. "It's what Pack Worriers do, my father was a Zeta. He got killed during my mother's pregnancy with me, after some years, Miranda noticed something odd about me. I liked fighting hard with Al and leading the way with Shane. She lied to me, when I asked about my father. She kept brushing off my every question."

Weiler could feel Bubbles is upset.

"Madre told me I was born just like my Alpha cousins, that I was all Alpha but Selena came to the pack. Just like you she was a Stray, I immediately knew we both shared something in common. She helped me discover my Zeta abilities, parts of my identity. I got into a fight with my mother, Miranda didn't want me to know what I was; a hybrid."

Lucas gazes at his feet. "Maybe Head Luna didn't want you to feel different because you're a hybrid. So she chose to hide it, parents aren't perfect. They too fuck up." Weiler is then reminded that Lucas here was actually an adult man, who singlehandedly raised his three younger siblings. "My mother's insanity phase should be accounted, she didn't take my father's death well. Her wolf; Saber is addicted to the sin of Greed."

"So, all of your wolves are addicted to a certain sin and make you lose your minds if your mate dies?" Lucas looks up. "Is that what happened to Al when he massacred and ate that pack of High Rank Rogues?" Weiler nodded.

"Cannibalism is also in our wolves nature, it makes our wolves stronger and us feel less human. Al's wolf Grim is addicted to the same deadly sin as our dictator grandfather Alexander."

The Detective Beta questions. "Cure? There's gotta be something to stop it."

This time his smile reaches higher.

"Love overcomes anything, even an old curse by Moon Goddess. Finding our soul mate is the only known cure to control our wolves better, but if they get killed or we get rejected by them, we go mentally unstable. Our hair turns pure white and the wolf inside us takes full force control then, making us give into their addictions."

The Older Alpha folds his arms.

"Shifting back to human is impossible at that point on until, we won't even remember we were human." Weiler frowned. "Madre went insane when my father died. Al was no exception, even Anselme was convinced he'd never recover unlike my mother, she had me; her son. It took years for her to recognize who she is, who I was. When Miranda eventually recovered, she refused to remember the death of my father or anything else about him, she busied herself as head principal."

Lucas asked. "But how come he did? And I remember, it didn't take Al long to go start partying and drag racing again. How did Al overthrow Grim? How did he beat his Alpha's addiction? "

"We don't exactly know, Al is the first in our family's history to regain back his sanity on his own without the help of Selena. Just achieving that much, and Al turning back into being human means he's more powerful than Grim. Al's hair was all white and eyes golden when uncle Walter found him on a small island, he was the only one alive."

"But my cousin was never the same, not even our grandfather was able to control his Alpha's addiction to Pride. Alexander was consumed by his wolf, starting the last Blood Moon War and killing all the Werewolf Alpha Royals Anselme is scared of history repeating. Moon Goddess is still angry because of what my ancestors did centuries ago."

Lucas leaned back on his seat.

"Alright! my head hurts a little. One; Moon Goddess cursed your family. Two; You're all born Alphas with you being a hybrid. Have cannibalistic, killer psychopath fear-kink wolves that are addicted to a certain deadly sin." Lucas turns to Weiler. "No offence Bubbles, you're fucking scary when sleep deprived."

Bubbles smirks. None taken, bitch.

Crisp rolled his eyes. Your bitch, get your facts straight. Lucas blocks him.

"And the only known way to tame your wolves from driving you crazy is by finding your mates. Shebang! Get laid, and live happily ever after! But if your mate dies, like what happened to Selena...There's nothing to stop Grim? Sooner or later he'll fully control Al?"

"A substitute mate; Jessie is the...dare I say it. Next best mate replacement my Abuela has chosen for Al. Time is critical, my cousin will soon be Head Alpha. But he isn't showing signs of improvement and Anselme thinks this is the safest solution, so I won't have to challenge him. Al won't become like Alexander; an abusive dictator Alpha."

Lucas agrees. "It makes sense, Moon Goddess rarely gives second chance soul mates. Especially since she's mad at your bloodline for killing royalty." The Older Alpha sees a classified file on a coffee table. "Lucas what's that?"

He glances to it. "Record researches I did while you were knocked out. One about a minor orphan put in WISEC, witness protection six years ago. The police reports said they found the boy half dead, bleeding in an abandoned warehouse gutter. Think he's a victim of a human trafficking syndicate ring. Good thing the kid was found, called in by an anonymous tip to Chief Prescott. He now goes to Northwood."

Weiler's eyes glinted. "Can I see it?"

"Only if I sit in your lap." Lucas laughs as he ignored Weiler muttering 'Why me?' "Fine, you may sit. Just behave."

"Ehhh!?" Lucas and Crisp jumped to hand Weiler the file and sit with him.

"Name : Elyos? That name means sun. Age : 16, (presumed) No exact date of his birth, lefthanded. 5'11, Ethnicity : Half Southeast Asian; Filipino. Speaks two fluent languages and self taught in learning English...Lucas, why do you have this boy's classified profile?"

Lucas grins leaning towards Weiler.

"Werewolf authorities also has his file under suspicions of him being a Stray, a little Omega told me, someone had this case file locked away a month ago before Elyos enrolled in Northwood. I claimed a few favors from the inside, You'll never guess who's initial is on the court order to have it locked up."

The Older Alpha flips the pages and found a familiar initial; M.A.N.H.

"Miranda Amy Nightwalker Harrison,Madre is hiding something again and there's was only one new scholarship student she admitted in Northwood during the middle of this school year."

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"Cyrus? What are you starting at?" He pointed to the broken window glass.

Emmett shakes his head at the sight.

"Ahhh that, as weird as rumours can get people actually saw officier Al go rammed himself through that glass. I feel more sorry for the window really, we can't walk through that hallway to the clinic now, it's a safety hazard."

"Nobody in their right mind would do that unless it's an emergency. I'd pay to see how he managed to walk it off." Maylin says putting her books in her locker, Cyrus looks at the wreckage.

Bet Al was high on something when he did that...wait, that leads to the clinic?

He felt something in his chest pricked a nerve, recalling how Al entered the school's clinic covered in scratches. It wasn't hard for Cyrus to put two and two together. The Alpha had broken through that glass window to get to the clinic faster, so he could get to him.

"Hurry up Maylin, they have honey cake today and I want Cyrus to get it."

She laughed. "Wow, for once I'm not the one who's talking about deserts."

"Right! I need a fORK, I'll be right back!" Al's voice breaking into a high pitch was unexpected and refreshing, Cyrus then remembered being feed sweet honey cake by the blonde boy.

"If you need water just nod." Al smiles sheepishly at him while spooning Cyrus a good amount of honey cake, small enough that he won't chock on it.

He noticed Al's hands were careful and shaking slightly, his faces was a bit hot with the tips of his ears being reddish.

Bright amber eyes making sure that he would eat well. Cyrus hums, satisfied.

Ding!

Cyrus glances at his cracked cellphone and saw Mr. Rye reply to his message.

"I'll be in my office shortly, the doors open just wait for me there to discuss about your dormitory room transfer."

He typed in his phone and showed his friends. "I'm going to Mr. Rye's office for a while, go on ahead without me."

"Sure, but we're still saving the honey cake for you." Maylin goes forward to the cafeteria line grabbing her tray.

"Emmmy? Where are yaaa!?" Cyrus turns but Emmett suddenly tugs back at his uniform shirt from behind.

"Cyrus hide me, just for a while."

"Shorty!? Where are you? Ya can't run from me forever ya know, shortyyy!" Chase was walking around with his Delta sector tailing him. "Short stuff! There you are, been playing hide n' seek with me have you? Oh, the Zeta."

The Delta stood right in front of Cyrus who was deadpan as usual, Emmett has been trying to avoid Chase since he doesn't want to be his private tutor the player wasn't giving up just yet.

Chase smirks at Emmett. "I see you found yourself a bodyguard, not that it makes a difference. Why won't you tutor me shorty? Promise I'll be good."

Emmett stepped out.

"Hey, first off his name is Cyrus and he isn't my 'bodyguard' he's a friend, not that it's any of your business. Go find someone else to tutor you Chase."

The Delta's eyebrows drew in though Chase kept his casual carefree smirk.

"What's he got that I don't, muscles? Pssh, got that right here baby." Chase then lifted up his uniform shirt and girls squealed seeing his six pack abs.

"Bet Cyrus here can't out-run me."

Emmett's face grew a pinkish shade."Jesus! put your shirt down already! You're violating public decency here!"

"Nah, I wanna see my competition."

The Delta was quick to lift up Cyrus's shirt, yet Chase's wrist gets slapped in the other way. Cyrus glared knives at him and Dagger's wolf ears fell flatten.

Emmett gets in between them. "That's enough, Chase. God just...fine I'll tutor you." The Delta immediately smiled and Dagger's ears bounce back up too.

"I'll see you tonight then, short stuff."

Chase throws a cheeky wink at him, laughing with his sector as they left.

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Closing the office door behind him, he takes in the room and noticed Ernie had many pictures of Miranda and himself looking younger. They must have been friends when teenagers.

Cyrus sees another picture frame but this time there were more people in it.

A younger Miranda, Ernie, some older boy an adorable Shane with braces on Chase wearing sunglasses and Rainier in a hoodie. Al at the middle wearing a leather jacket looking cocky as ever, beside him smiling is a slim boyish girl with platinum mohawk hairstyle.

Maganda siya.

"Careful. Curiosity is a killer, Elyos." Cyrus turns around and spots a little girl with dark skin and dreadlocks in a ponytail, she was sitting in Ernie's desk holding a doll and...his old scarf.

"Who am I? How did I get your scarf? Why do I know who you are?" Katie smiles at his confused expression, her face drops seeing his arm in a sling.

"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you but I can't sleep right if you leave Al."

Katie's pupils shift to an indigo colour as her wolf; Cresent stares into Cyrus, his whole body is frozen paralysed.

I'm really sorry it has to be this way.

"In the absolute name of the phases of the moon; obey me. You will change your mind about transferring rooms and will stay with Al; befriend him."

Katie then jumps off the desk walking to Cyrus and handing back his scarf.

"You'll both need each other---soon."

She calmly left thinking. This is as far as I go, the rest is up to them, Goddess.

He snapped out of the strange daze as Ernie entered his office. "Mr. Cyrus, please take a seat, so we can discuss where you'd like to be transferred."

Cyrus looked up.

Onyx eyes deleting.

"I changed my mind, sir."