Mate of the Werewolf - The Big Bad Wolf

AN: I know some of you may have been expecting a love scene in this chapter, and believe me, I tried to up the rating to write a ‘lemon’ between Chance and Ethan, but no matter what I wrote, it just didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to make a half-hearted effort as that would be cheating my readers, in a sense. So, I opted to skip it this time.

Anyway, thank so much again to everyone who has commented and voted on my story so far <3I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter as well.

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Chapter 9: The Big Bad Wolf

A young man, about 28 years in age appearance wise with vibrant red hair and equally sharp red eyes, sat upon a structure made of stone, the seat in the shape of a throne. He drummed his finger irritably upon the arm of his throne, his foot tapping with equally annoyance, the sounds echoing through the large building like a ticking of a clock.

This place was once a mansion, one of the most prestigious in the land, and now one of the feared as it was the strong-hold of a powerful Werewolf pack.

And the Alpha wolf of this land, the great Raven stared down at a pair of younger males, one with ashy coloured hair and the other a soft brown with utter contempt. They stood before him, their expression and postures fearful and highly apprehensive, their clothes hasty arranged upon their persons. Surrounding them were the other members of their pack, all in their wolf forms, their canine feet scrambling against the floor as they murmur amongst themselves.

“So, tell me, Ross and Myles” Raven said through gritted teeth, his red eyes narrowing fearsomely. “You failed to convince this White Wolf, did you?”

The boy with dark hair meekly took a step back, knowing all too well that his failure will lead to severe punishment. Raven was a powerful and fearsome wolf and one of the things he hated most was those who could not follow a simple order.

“It wasn’t really our fault,” Ross murmured pitifully.

“Not your fault?” Raven repeated as he pushed to stand upon his feet, his tall and intimidating human frame shadowing the two. That reply only increased Raven’s irritation; the second thing he hated most were those in denial of their failures.

“Then whose fault is it?” he asked as he stepped closer, allowing his fearsome gaze to fall over the form of his companion, a leer taking place upon his face.

Myles, the Bronze wolf, was quite beautiful in his human form. His body was slender, petite even, his eyes a light grey and his skin, a light tan. Oh, how he would find great pleasure in punishing him.

“His fault, then?” Raven asked as he continued to run a predatory gaze upon the youth before him, almost licking his lips in anticipation. He hasn’t had the chance to punish this one yet, so it should prove entertaining.

Myles ducked his head and nibbled on his bottom lip. “Ah, well...”

“No!” Ross immediately defended, grabbing Myles by the upper arm to push behind him, boldly placing himself between the two of them. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Didn’t do anything wrong?” Raven sneered, his eyes narrowing further with disgust from Ross’ disrespect toward him. The other male was taller than his companion by a foot, he too quite stunning in appearance; his lanky frame, his messy dark hair and his wild eyes. He, too, should prove an enjoyment to discipline.

“Well, failing to bring the White Wolf to me is classed as wrong, isn’t it?” Raven asked with a highly patronising tone.

“As I said, it’s not our fault,” Ross retorted slightly fearful and yet somewhat bold at the same time, making sure that Myles was still safely behind him, shielding him with his own body. “He’s the Night Wolf’s mate. He interfered in our mission.”

Raven immediately bristled with a furious rage upon hearing that name.

“What?!” he snarled almost murderously, his teeth bared in fury as he whole body tensed up. “The Night Wolf’s mate?”

The Night Wolf? The god damn Night Wolf?! That fool was still alive?! Raven couldn’t believe it, and an unreasonable amount of rage filled him. “His mate?!”

“That’s what he said,” Myles stated as he peered out from behind his taller companion.

Drawing in a sharp breath, Raven did his best to calm himself. No, he would not get angry here, showing to his pack any possible weaknesses. Besides, he defeated Chance’s father; he won’t be difficult to destroy if he should prove a further nuisance.

“What he said, is it?” Raven snorted in disgust, his angry still very high but more controlled. “And you actually believe him?”

“Ah, well, it’s the Night Wolf, Alpha,” Myles stuttered, stepping out ever so slightly from behind Ross’ back. “He would never-”

Within a matter of seconds, Raven transformed into his wolf form, a wolf with a dual coloured coat; black with patches of muddy red covering his feet, chest and muzzle. And he attacked the shorter of the two boys before him, sinking his fangs deeply and painfully into Myles’ wrist.

Immediately, Myles cried out in pain, dropping to his knees, sprawling out across the floor when Raven gave a shake of his powerful head. “Ah!”

With his teeth piercing Myles’ flesh easily, Raven gave a drawn out warning snarl before letting go. Immediately, Myles scrambled backwards, grabbing his wrist in his other hand.

“Myles!” Ross called out in alarm, dropping down to his own knees and wrapping his arms around Myles’ slender form, pulling him up against his chest and placing his chin on top of his head in a protective manner. “Stop it, leave him alone! It’s not his fault!”

“I’m sorry, Alpha!” Myles whimpered pathetically, tears of pain rolling down his cheeks as he pressed his injured and bleeding wrist against his chest.

Snarling, Raven stared down the two with unmistakeable rage. “Who are you more afraid of? The Night Wolf? Or me?”

“You, of course,” Myles immediately replied, clutching his wrist and pressing himself further into Ross’s arms.

Still growling with anger, Raven sniffed lightly and sent them both a look of warning. “Yes.”

He was the alpha wolf of this pack, not that fool Chance. He was the one who earned the respect of his pack, he was the one they feared, they respected. How dare they continue to revere him, even after all this time?

“Myles?” Ross questioned softly as he continued to hold Myles within his arms, one arm wrapped around his back as he pressed him against his chest, his other hand in his hair in a comforting manner.

Myles trembled in his embrace, his eyes squeezed together tightly, refusing to allow any more tears of pain to fall. “I’m...ok.”

Raven snorted. With a steady stream of blood seeping through his clasped fingers, it was obvious that he was far from alright. The fool.

Speaking of fools.

“So, Chance has finally reappeared, has he?” Raven murmured as he began to pace back and forth, still within his wolf form, his claws making that distinct scratching noise with each movement. “Three year quest to find his mate, how ridiculous.”

He then turned back to the two cowering werewolves, a sense of suspicion flickering in his eyes. “What else have you forgotten to inform me?” he demanded.

“There’s nothing else, Alpha,” Ross replied as he curled himself closer to Myles, protecting him the best he could in case Raven decided to strike again. “Really.”

Still, Raven didn’t believe him and he approached them once again, at a slow and threatening pace. “Is that so?”

“Ah, well, there was a female wolf there,” Myles admitted through the pain, his eyes looking at everything but Raven. “She tried to interfere as well.”

“She wasn’t any trouble, more bark than bite,” Ross quickly interjected. But then he looked...hesitant and he shared a quick glance with his companion, who in turned looked up at him with an expression of reluctance.

Interesting...

“But she was, ah,” Ross began to speak again, licking his lips nervously. “She was calling herself the Great Crimson Wolf.”

Dead silence followed immediately.

“...What?!”