My Atypical Wolf (BL)

Giving the poor kid a final warning he responded to his servant who informed him that there was one young man who was looking for him. “Did he tell you what business he has with me”? Christian asked.

“He insisted that you owe him something”. The servant informed him.

“Okay, tell him I will be there soon”, he dismissed him. Asking Rexford to watch over the training instead of him for the time being, he ran back to the pack house. There he saw none other than the guy, once blonde now brunette guy, looking at him as if he was about to kill him.

“Pay me up! I have been waiting here for a long time”. Sebastian ordered.

“You could have just given me your contact, I could have wired the payment to you”. Christian sighed. “Why bother coming here, so far, just for a few hundred bucks”?

“500” Sebastian clarified. “Also, I was going to be here anyway, why bother giving you my bank details”. He shrugged.

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“Wait, what”? Christian frowned. “How can you just come here without the alpha’s permission. You won’t be allowed to stay in the pack premises” Christian informed sternly.

“I don’t owe you any explanation” Sebastian declared sternly. “But, to not give you the wrong impression, it was your father who invited me”.

“What”? Christian frowned.

“The banquet. You know about that right? After all, you’re his son”. Sebastian mocked him.

“I never bothered to look at the guest list. But yes, I am aware there would be few unpleasant guests”. Christian retorted.

“I will try to avoid them, just like I would try to avoid you. Now, give me my money, and I will be off” Sebastian ordered once more, not beating around the bush anymore.

“Hold on,” Christian said, before running inside the house to bring his wallet. He hardly carried it to any pack training as it had no use to him. Coming out of his house, he handed him the dollar bills, which Sebastian snatched away from his hand before running off. Skeptical of his actions, Christian decided to stop by the office to confront him about Sebastian.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did invite him”, Mr Wrisberg confirmed.

“Why”? Chirstian furrowed his eyebrows further. “I mean, he is a rogue. Isn’t the purpose of the banquet to strengthen the bond between various packs”? Christian pointed out.

“It is, but to be fair he was originally from our pack. Last time he proved to be very efficient, and I hope that if after the banquet he sticks around, he could be useful”. Mr Wrisberg announced without bothering to look up.

“Useful for what”? Christian snorted. “Not every attack is a witch attack”.

“There are a lot of threats out there, some known, some unknown. It’s important to be prepared for the worst. When the time comes we are going to need as many wolves on our side as we can”.

“When the time comes”? Christian mumbled with confusion. It seemed that there was something his father was keeping from him, but he knew that he would not get anything more than this, so he decided to ask him something else. “Is this why you accepted Ashton so easily”?

“Bold of you to assume I have accepted him” His father replied. The words made him stunned as he wondered what could his father have possibly meant by that. Before Christian could say anything his father hit him with a “If you have nothing else to say, go back to the training place”. Christian hesitated for a moment before complying with his father.

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Ever since the strong smell hit his nostrils, Ashton found it hard to focus. Like an instinct he had an urge to kill the pureblooded alpha him and run away with Caleb, being his mate and thus tried very hard to maintain his composure. Without even getting a proper glimpse of his face, he felt threatened by him to his bones. He hated these baseless instincts that were embedded in him, which further blurred the lines of an animal and a human for a werewolf like him.

Unaware of what this pureblooded Alpha’s skill might be, he tried to hide his presence as much as possible, including putting on the sunglasses Caleb gave to both him and Matt. He was surprised to see Matt follow the same suit and wondered what impression he got from the scent. The amount of pheromones were way higher than any amount Ashton ever let out. Maybe if he ever unleashes all of it at once, his scent would be just as strong as his.

The man approached Caleb, who seemed uncomfortable as well, and thus greeted him, “I am Cyrus Viserboldt” He spoke in a heavy european accent and pointed at the card Caleb was holding, “I believe you are here to pick me up”. He smirked.

That smirk made everyone uneasy, despite that they tried their best to hide it. Caleb nodded and invited him to join them. On their way, Cyrus remarked, “It’s amazing how as an omega they let you lead here”.

That sentence sent a chill down all of their spine. Caleb wondered if the rest of the wolves who were here heard him. He wanted to simply deny the fact, but then Cyrus would go back to explaining why he said what he did. Caleb remained quiet until they were seated in his Car. While Caleb was the one who drove, Ashton instinctively sat next to Caleb in the shotgun seat, still shaken up by his words, leaving the other two to sit in the back. Cyrus didn’t complain, but he didn’t look very pleased either.

“Why do you think I am on omega”? Caleb asked once he was sure he was out of the rest of their earshot.

“Your scent, it is commercial pheromones. The one in particular that you are using is very common in our city. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that if someone uses them on a daily basis he must be an omega. I must say though, the male ones are pretty rare” He smirked.

Caleb, who has started driving glared at the windshield, feeling alarmed by Cyrus’s behaviour. He failed to understand as to why his father would invite another pureblooded Alpha, that too who seems in a position of power when he was clearly against Ashton. Exactly what was his father planning?

Meanwhile, Ashton tightened his fists and focused all his energy from preventing himself from making any irrational move. After a moment of uncomfortable silence Cyrus spoke, “I believe it is rude not to introduce yourself, especially when I have already introduced myself”.

“I am Matt” Matt went first, feeling a bit intimidated by his aura.

“An Alpha, I see” He smiled.

“I am Caleb, I am the younger son of Arthur Wrisberg”. Caleb spoke next.

“Interesting” Cyrus nodded. “I wonder if they let you lead because you are related to the head Alpha” He mumbled. That sentence hit a nerve of Caleb. If anything he hated to be judged so quickly just because of his blood status. Time and time again he had proved that he is a great leader, whatever his blood status be, but at the end to most of the wolves his efforts mattered if he belonged to the proper blood rank in their traditional hierarchy. Thus, forcing Caleb to maintain his false Alpha status.

“This is Ashton” Caleb chose to ignore his statement and introduced his mate.

“You seem human, how come you are here with them”? He asked Ashton. Resisting the urge to growl he took a deep breath and looked back at Cyrus.

“I am not human”, saying this, Ashton let out his scent since there were not many reasons to hide his blood status anymore. The moment the scent hit Cyrus’ nose he assumed an alert stance from his playful one, thus affecting him the same way it affected Ashton earlier on meeting Cyrus. “I am his mate” He asserted further.

Caleb, not missing the hint of jealousy in his voice, smirked. He could tell Ashton was uncomfortable, but he assumed it was because of the basic instincts that usually kicks in when Alphas meet another Alphas. From the tone of his voice he could tell he felt insecure regarding Caleb too, as if he was being possessive. Usually that is not something he would enjoy, but turns out with Ashton he doesn’t mind so much.

“Well, I have never met another pureblooded Alpha in my lifetime. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you”. Cyrus said with a smile which was hard to not perceive as forced. It was quite evident that he wasn’t pleased with Ashton, so that smile came off more threatening than intended.

Ashton, returning the same gesture, smiled at him with equal amount of loathing before he said, “The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Viserboldt”

“Oh please, call me Cyrus” Cyrus smirked.