Chapter 39

[Warning: Hold your breath, Smut, Gore, Necrophilia, Violence, Depression and hearts will break.]

(Indonesia model; Han Chandra as my Ernie Rye. His smile makes me swoon)

"Alright, well if you need anything at all, I'm here." Cyrus exits his office as Mr. Callahan was just about to enter.

"I got your favourite anchovies dar---"

(Nicholas Callahan, an actual daddy to Jessie. He doesn't have a sure model.)

"Thank you Mr. Callahan!" Ernie said with gritting teeth, Nurse Nick pouts. "Did...I do something wrong? I swear I didn't send you nud---" Ernie nudged his foot at the man. "Professionalism."

Nurse Nick then sees Cyrus.

"Hey there, how's your arm doing?"

He was holding the side of his head as Cyrus felt sorta dizzy, like he was hit out of nowhere. One minute he was looking at pictures in Ernie's office, the next he was cancelling his request to transfer dorm rooms. Cyrus gave a thumbs up to Nurse Nick then typed in his phone. "I'm sorry about shoving you last time."

Nurse Nick shrugged.

"You'd be surprised, what humans can handle and what we're capable of." Nurse Nick then glances at Ernie as he grinned. "Isn't that right? Mr. Rye?"

Ernie sighed. "Inside my office, now." Mr. Callahan walks pass Cyrus as he whispered something to Ernie which made him red as a stoplight. "Nicholas!"

Cyrus slowly backs away, because he wasn't going to ask what Nurse Nick meant by'On the desk or on the floor?'

Sometimes his good hearing is a curse.

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They found my message already. He pushed the head further down forcing the man to take all of his cock inside.

She has power in the World Werewolf Council members, and with the FBI.

Anselme can't protect Al forever and I heard Walter was forced to shift, when one of the Strays woke up. Grunting, the young man barked. "Can't you use your tongue!? You worthless lil fuck!"

He yanked off the man sucking him.

They didn't answer, because the man was missing his eyes and bleeding out from the deep gash in his throat; dead.

"Oh shit, right. You're a corpse."

You still there? Stop dicking around. You'll need to get ready for the plan. Boss is counting on you to kill them.

Smirking sadistically, his dark forest green irises turns slowly into golden. Please, it'll be a piece of Cheesecake. Al won't even dare to kill us. Nobody knows, how much our Alpha's addiction changes us. Not even my own human.

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No, no, no, this can't be happening! He asked to be transferred!? Cyrus wants to leave me. Ernie can't take Rocky away from me, but...he's SCARED of me. Cyrus must hate me for what Grim had done. No, no, no! I have to do something!

Al's amber eyes switches to golden.

Just accept it; Cyrus doesn't have any feelings for you. He doesn't love you.

That's not true, this is all your fault!

The Alpha's mentally was becoming as bad as bad as it gets. Grim was really feeding off of his negative emotions.

Love will always hurt. But not Pride, you can only hurt others, not yourself. I don't want to hurt again, because of a second chance mate. I won't allow it.

Al's mindset was changing into Grim.

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"Are you sure? I mean we won't really mind if you skip the route run Cyrus." Emmett asked him while they sat in the library, he nodded and Maylin just held the smaller boys shoulder. "Give it up, I've been saying the same thing to him but Cyrus wants be treated like any other student." He tapped his pen twice.

"See what I mean? We'll just look out for him." Maylin reassured Emmett.

Emmett sent a disapproving look at the two. "And what if Cyrus gets lost? He still can't use he left arm, what if he slips to a cliff and he couldn't pull---"

Maylin interrupts. "Emmett, You do realize you sound like my brother and whenever he talks like that it always ends with 'not happening' or 'you're looking for trouble' relax a little, it's not like we haven't survived the trail way."

"That's not the point." Emmett sighed.

(I give you, Cyrus's adoptive parents. Mama bear Maylin and Papa bear Emmett with their demonic shy son.)

Cyrus didn't want to tell his friends he was doing fine and his left arm isn't hurting that much, he'd change the bandages and saw it's healing quickly, more quickly than a normal human should which was abnormal. After Al treated his arm no one else has seen it without the bandages and Cyrus knew he should keep it that way, anything people can't understand---they fear it.

They would fear him more, for having such a fast healing regenerating body. Though it still causes pain for the boy whenever he tries to write or move it.

"Ahhh---!"

Suddenly his ears wiggle, Cyrus stood up and looked around trying to locate which way it came from. Picking up the sounds of people groaning in agony and something hitting flesh like a sledgehammer. He broke into a run, Maylin and Emmett were hot on his heels as Cyrus sprinted out of the library then outside, where his ears lead him to their gymnasium. There was already a crowd of students, all cheering and rooting for The Alpha to eliminate everyone out, something was wrong. Cyrus shoved his way to the front of the audience and scowled at anyone who tired to push him back.

Bu-bump!

Bu-bump!

Bu-bump!

Cyrus's heart felt constricted. All his emotions going haywire for The Alpha.

Once he was at the front, he detected the familiar metallic scent of blood and saw people laying on the floor. Cyrus squinted and spotted Al who was the deadly eye of the hurricane. Bodies piled up around the angry boy and that's when Cyrus discovered the other side of this school, where the horrible teenagers all came together, to wreck each other apart. And that his own roommate, was the one who brought front the most havoc to everyone here.

Blood and bodies were everywhere.

Loads of guys who had enough muscle or less of brains took on Al and went to throw punches his way, the ragging flare of destruction in his amber iries singed anyone who dared lock eyes with The Alpha. Al grasped they're wrist and kicked them in the stomach sending shock to the ribs, and another boy brings a crowbar down to Al's back with the rustic wail, it bends upon contact and goes the opposite direction.

A dangerous growl comes out of Al.

He turns around slowly and his cheeks caved in traces of his sharp canines became visible from sucking in air. The Alpha smashed his solid forehead into theirs and kicked the boy's sides, when he collapsed on the ground like the rest. He grabbed two more guys and slams them to the ground stomping on their faces and skulls, Al was unstoppable.

Cyrus couldn't believe what he was seeing, this wasn't the Al who smiles at him, the boy who cuddled him in his arms, the Al that took care of him, the Al that was concerned about him.

This person was a monster.

Emmett cursed out. "Why the fuck is Al beating up everybody!?" He then pulls Maylin's arm. "Maylin get Shane! People are going to get killed here, quick!" She frantically nodded and went to the back to link in to him, Emmett worriedly watches the fight.

She tried concentrating, despite the noises of the fight and people raving.

{Shane! We have a situation; it's Al! He's beating up the Silver ranks and some of the others are joining in to gang up at your brother. We need you here at the gymnasium NOW! Hurry! Oh moons!}

Somebody was thrown across the gym from Al's power kick and they land next to Maylin's feet, every werewolf roars in excitement they haven't seen this much violence when Mrs. Harrison is around. Now that Al was running the school for the couple of weeks they could all act like juveniles. The Alpha goes back to beating more people, while dismissing his bleeding knuckles and wounds littering Al's muscles, those scorching eyes of his too far gone for rationally to reach him.

Cyrus dark eyes deleting to the scene in front of him, it's like the everything within the room was swallowed up in his dizzy head. Nothing registered in Cyrus's mind as he saw Al, pounding his bruised fits into another student.

This isn't your business, just walk away.

If Al wants to hurt them, he can.

Don't get involved; leave.

He felt the tight knot at his throat and sweat forming in beneath his charcoal hair, it wasn't his place to even stop this fight. Cyrus shouldn't meddle in the blonde boy's affairs, he shouldn't, this will only bring him trouble and that's the last thing Cyrus needed. It's what he was attempting to avoid too and it was easier to turn the other way; to leave.

That's it, just leave him be to beat them.

You can't do anything to help Al.

He doesn't concern you.

The boy's body went numb and other students who wanted to get a better view of the brawling, began shoving Cyrus aside to the back. There was so much blood on Al's hands now, Cyrus then ends up in the very back close to the gymnasium exit, to escaping...this.

Go back to your dorm, hide in yourself.

You'll only make it worse for him.

You're a coward, remember?

His shaking hand lingers towards the exit and all his imagination can picture is the safety of his room, where Cyrus can control himself and not cause any problems for others. At his fingertips.

The little voice was right, it's always right. He shouldn't get involved here.

Almost there, just a little bit more. He holds in his breath trying to be calm, his thoughts goes back to Al's words.

"Cyrus I'm sorry!"

"I got this...moronic little voice in my brain that nags me to do reckless and literally awful things and I...sometimes can't help but do them."

"I won't ever hurt you; I promise."

Something inside Cyrus snapped. Just the thought of a depressed, hell even suicidal Al that had no one to talk to about his bipolar disorder and seek help on how to turn his life around---hurt. His mind began working fast.

Cyrus gritted his teeth together hard and curled up his once opened palm, stepping away from the door to doing one of the most illogical decision he's choose for in his life. Risking it for Al.

This better work.

He immediately rips off the sling on himself that restraint his movements leaving his left injured arm in bandages because Cyrus knew he was going to require both of his arms for this one.

Hurt them. Every. Last. One. That's what Grim told The Alpha. Have pride in it.

Cyrus then rams himself back into the bodies of students and making it again to the front, where Al was still raising hell to others. Cyrus didn't hesitate to flung himself straight into the sights of the dangerous blonde boy's fight-to-the-death arena. The thick scent of blood poisoning Al's every thoughts, distracted The Alpha as he went for his next kill.

Driving his strong fist around to Cyrus.

BHANG!

Only for it to be caught.

Thousands of voltage sparks travelled throughout Al's nervous systems and may have given The Alpha a sudden unexpected surge of wave to his heart, Cyrus's combat boots squealed off the gymnasium floor as the impact was really something. It was enough to have the smaller boy pushed back by inches at the ground he stood, though not nearly strong enough to send him flying off the room like the others guys before.

Al stood still, eyes glazed red. "Cyrus."

Cyrus breathed out, feeling the pain in his left hand which he used to block Al's right one from hitting him. Yet he didn't give his attention to his left arm, instead Cyrus free right hand clutched The Alpha's left wrist and he bravely made direct eye contact with the rampaging boy, not cowering in fear or wanting to fight, not after what Al promised him.

It was part of Cyrus's calculated plan.

How do you stop an Alpha? Simple.

Get a demon to stop the monster.

Cyrus's hands tightened on Al.

The gymnasium was captured in sheer silence, not a soul breath nor blinked. Cyrus was mentally prepared for the back lash reaction Al would launch at him. What exactly gave him the right, to interfere with all of this violence and fight The Alpha head on lacking doubt.

Cyrus didn't know it himself.

All he knows is that he couldn't leave the blonde boy to hurt others, It goes against what he hates; abusive people.

Yet Al wasn't just some abusive guy.

He's someone who needs help.

How can Cyrus just leave?

He saw through Al, he's hurting and Cyrus knows the sad feeling himself.

Since Al had confessed to Cyrus in regards about his impulsiveness and the things he's been going through, he wanted to understand the egotistical boy better. Cyrus wished to believe Al wasn't just what the students and this whole school has made him out to be.

That he was more than...this.

Cyrus's hands were cold, like him.

But The Alpha loved the feeling of it.

Al mesmerized, observing the younger boy's reaction to them touching their hands together. That...maybe it was only a delayed response on Cyrus side.

Al was holding onto frail hope.

Nothing...

Grim was still right.

Cyrus didn't feel anything for him.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled at his face.

Cyrus's mere voice snapped Al back to their situation, he was still feeling reckless and after shaking off Cyrus hands. Al stood back away from him.

The blonde's depression was rising in.

I can't do this, my Alpha's addiction will only worsen if I keep going and I can't force Cyrus to accept or love me. Why do I have to be suffering like this? All I wanted was to love him and be loved back, but it seems I don't deserve that. Maybe I don't deserve Cyrus at all. I don't deserve to love again.

He couldn't take this shit anymore. It badly hurts, to feel unimportant to the one you person you have feelings for.

My sanity and heart is at stake here. If only I wasn't cursed with Grim and I wasn't born a Nightwalker Alpha...

Al has finally had enough as well.

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Author's Note :

Omg! What's Al gonna do!?

Is he gonna reject the mate bond without telling Cyrus thier mates!? Is Grim ever gonna make a cum back and be good!? Why is Cyrus immune to the mate bond sparks!? Will Shane make it in time to stop his brother from his own stupidity? What REALLY made Al start the fight in the first place!?

Find out next on Teen Wolf!

Sorry I'm being silly here and frankly, I've never seen that show myself and made this book. (I live under a rock alright.)

Characters who haven't found their soul mates yet.

Jessie, Weiler, Shane, Maylin, Lucas, Tate and Izon.

Characters who have rejected their soul mate.

Rainier, Ernie.

Pst-push the ☆ for me sweetheart.