My Unexpected Alpha Harem

The giant python

No matter what, this was no ordinary wolf. Its intelligence seemed far too high, which meant my chances of escaping from its jaws were even slimmer. I stared at the wolf suspiciously for a long while. A few minutes later, it stretched out and lay back down, closing its eyes as if to take a nap.

Despite how uncomfortable my soaked pants were, I didn’t dare change into dry ones just yet.

For one, the hollow of the tree was too cramped—if I tried to change, my movements would be restricted, and any noise I made could be enough to draw the wolf's attention. If it decided to attack while I was halfway through, I wouldn't even have the slightest chance to escape. And second… after what had just happened, I found myself inexplicably unwilling to take off my pants in front of this wolf.

I fumbled inside my backpack and pulled out a pack of bread. Carefully, I peeled open the plastic, taking great care to make as little noise as possible. I tore off a small piece and let it soften in my mouth before swallowing silently. The last thing I wanted was to remind the wolf—"Look, I’m having dinner. Would you like to come and have yours too?"

I endured in silence, hoping the wolf would eventually stand up and leave, searching for its meal elsewhere.

But I had miscalculated.

The sun finally dipped behind the distant mountains, dyeing the treetops in eerie hues of purple and red. The last threads of light filtering through the canopy stretched like veins, tangled among the vines and moss. Shadows crept in, swallowing everything in their path. And yet, the wolf—that damn wolf—remained stubbornly stationed at the entrance of the hollow.

I remembered from high school biology that wolves were crepuscular hunters, preferring to stalk their prey at dusk and dawn when the dim light helped them stay hidden. This wolf… well, it did stand up at sunset. It paced slowly around the tree, nose pressed almost to the ground, as if sniffing for something. But in the end, it simply flicked its tail, returned to its spot, and let out a low, rumbling whine.

It looked restless, clearly hungry. Yet it would rather stay here, starving, than go hunting.

And what did that mean?

It meant it had already made up its mind—I was going to be its dinner.

Ahhh, I was going to lose my mind!!!

I clenched my teeth and forced myself to stay calm, but my fingers still trembled uncontrollably. Licking my cracked lips, I carefully unzipped my backpack, reached inside, and pulled out a folding knife, slipping it into my pocket. Then, inch by inch, I shifted my body, pressing myself deeper against the tree trunk, as far from the entrance as possible.

If it hadn't charged in by now, that meant it couldn’t fit. So this was a waiting game now. And if there was one thing I had, it was patience.

I fixed my gaze on the dark silhouette outside the hollow, not daring to blink. But then—

A sudden chill brushed the nape of my neck.

Like a strip of wet, coarse sandpaper dragging across my skin—rough, slick, and cold.

At the same time, a faint sound, almost a whisper—like something slowly slicing through the air.

My blood turned to ice.

Inch by inch, I turned my head.

The last rays of sunset bled through the trees, painting the entire forest in a deep crimson glow. And in the shadows behind me, a massive head slowly emerged—so large it rivaled my upper body in size.

In the dim light, through the twisted tree roots, my gaze met a pair of cold, amber-slitted eyes.

A second later, its forked tongue flicked out—

This time, licking my lips.

A violent shudder wracked my entire body. I almost forgot to breathe.

The next second—

"Boom!"

The entire hollow trembled violently as a grotesque half of a giant python's head suddenly forced its way through the tangled gaps between the roots.

Its jaws gaped open, and a foul, stifling breath rushed toward me. I screamed, scrambling frantically toward the far end of the hollow as its flicking tongue barely grazed the tip of my pen.

Death was inches away.

I thought the next moment would be my end, that I would be swallowed whole. But luck, it seemed, hadn’t abandoned me just yet—the serpent’s massive jaws got stuck between the thick roots. It thrashed furiously, its rough scales scraping against the bark, sending splinters flying. The tree groaned under the crushing force of its coils, emitting sharp, sickening cracks. The hollow wouldn’t hold for long.

Survival instinct overpowered fear. I no longer cared about the silver wolf lurking just two meters from the entrance—I let out a strangled cry, grabbed my backpack, and scrambled out with all my might. Behind me, the relentless constriction of the giant python sent the tree into a violent series of snaps and cracks.

The very moment I lunged out of the hollow, a deafening crash erupted behind me—two towering trees collapsed with a thunderous roar.

Through the swirling dust, a silver figure leaped nimbly over the fallen trunks, landing gracefully by my side.

For a brief moment, the massive trees formed a natural barrier between us and the serpent. But that fleeting sense of safety lasted no more than a few seconds—

The giant python swiftly maneuvered around the fallen tree trunk with astonishing speed!

It is really so quick, I hurried staggered backward, my legs turning to jelly. Its massive head arched high, muscles tensing as it coiled to unleash a fatal attack—

But just at that perilous moment, a streak of silver flashed between me and the serpent.

It was the silver wolf, again!