Suits and Rogues

Chapter 3

    Odin is furious. So furious he feels like an exploding volcano about to cause a disaster. At the moment, he doesn’t care anymore. He’s so angry...so angry at his fate. Out of all the bad things thrown his way, this is by far, the worst! He doesn’t know whether to cry or scream in anger. The fire in his chest is burning so hot he feels like succumbing to it. But no, he has a job to do. He always has a job to do and he feels like giving up. He should’ve given up years ago. Maybe he would’ve been spared by the humiliation and disappointment he’s feeling now.

    His wolf continued to attack the golden-yellow eyed man. His ears are bleeding but it only fuels his anger more. His pack is attacked, an enforcer got in his pack, hunters are wreaking havoc, some of his pack members turned their backs on him, the hellhound got inside his pack, and now...fucking now...his mate turned out to be this golden-yellow eyed rogue who he suspects to be the hellhound himself. Screw it! What the ever-loving f**k had he done to deserve this?!

    “Now now, snow ball, that’s not how you greet your mate.” The f*****g rogue had the nerve to tease even when Odin’s fangs are buried deep in the rogue’s arm. He couldn’t hear him because of the effects of the emitters he suffered earlier but in anger, he clamped his jaws tighter; making the rogue’s eyes flash warningly. A huge hand suddenly clamped on the back of Odin’s neck before firmly pulling. In his anger, he was not able to dislodge his fangs from the rogue and ended up ripping a huge chunk of muscle as he was pulled away.

    To say he was shocked was an understatement. Not only did the rogue pulled him away like he’s a mere pup instead of a 275 lbs. Alpha wolf, but he let him rip out a huge chunk of muscles from his arm without even a tiny hint that it hurts him. Crimson blood dripped and clung to Odin’s pure white wolf as the rogue dropped him to the ground almost carelessly before taking out a black handkerchief and wiping his hands instead of wound.

    Rippling muscles and intricate-patterned tattoos were shown and despite himself, Odin couldn’t help but watch. His wolf is drinking the sight all in like a starved and thirsty nomad who had been in the desert for too long and finally found water and food. The scent of heavy male testosterone got them in a high and drunk state as they take lungful of their mate’s scent. The tensing and relaxing movements of their mate’s muscle hypnotized them; making them unaware of the commotion around them until a bullet wheezed beside his left ear.

    Odin shook his head to clear out his thoughts as the ground beneath him vibrates; making him aware of the approaching enemies. Bristling, he cursed upon realizing that he’s surrounded. In front of him is the hellhound and behind him are the pests known as hunters. He can’t turn his back to any of them since he’s already at a disadvantage because of the wounds and injuries he acquired during the first fight. Taking a sideways stance between the hellhound and the hunters would allow him to keep an eye on both enemies. But in doing so, he’ll be vulnerable to the bullets and other weapons.

    The hellhound is silent but he feels his intense gaze on him. It makes pleasurable shiver wrack through his body and he sneered; hating it. The goddess is really out for him big time. As much as he wants to curse the goddess for all eternity because of this unfairness, he can’t since he’s in a middle of a crisis right now.

    Straining his ears to catch as much as his almost-deaf ears could, he forced it to catch even the tiniest sounds while relying on his sense of smell and touch to know what’s happening behind him. He kept his eyes on the hellhound who is still hidden in the shadows except for his golden-yellow eyes trained unmoving on him. He bared his fangs at him in warning but the hellhound didn’t even bat an eyelash at his threat. Not taking his eyes off the rogue, he counted to five before jumping up high in the air just as the hunters were about to attack him. The intense gaze didn’t leave him even as he transformed into his beast mode mid-air and landed on the hunters with a mighty swipe, ignoring the stinging feeling he felt on his thigh as he did so. 10 hunters instantly died on the spot but more hunters came. Bullets whizzed past him and he felt that same buzzing sound in his ears – no doubt it’s the emitters.

    He charged at the hunters, killing as much as he could before his energy runs out. He can’t hold his beast form for too long so he needs to eliminate as much threat because once his time runs out, he’ll faint and there’s no telling what will happen to the pack if that happens. His claws tore through bodies, his fangs ripped out throats and heads, and his hands squeezed necks to death as his white fur became red. Bullets and knife scratches also reached his body but the adrenaline pumping in his veins kept him from fully registering the pain.

    Darting from place to place, he doesn’t know how many lives he took but by the time the space is cleared from hunters, he’s already heaving in exhaustion. 10 of his pack members died in the battle. Some of his warriors are wounded and have bleeding ears like him but otherwise fine. He could feel his legs shaking and his form crumbling. He doesn’t know if they had eliminated all hunters yet but he needs to stay in that form longer. He had lost sight of the hellhound during the fight but he could still feel his gaze on him so he’s probably near. He doesn’t know how the hellhound got in or what’s his purpose is but he’ll be damned first before letting his guard down. He might be his mate but that doesn’t mean he can trust him.

    After all, the hellhound did wipe out 5 of the strongest and biggest pack in the whole world by himself and Odin has to die first before he lets the hellhound hurt his pack next.

    He cursed his luck. Why on earth did the goddess gave him as a mate? Worst of all, a MALE! A f*****g male! He growled, swiping at a tree and taking out a chunk that is half of the tree’s trunk. Feeling his fur standing erect and pointing to the direction where the burning gaze is coming from, he looked to his left; his heightened glowing silver eyes zooming through the trees, searching further through the c*****e and plants until they connected with those hypnotic golden-yellow eyes hidden beneath the shadows. It’s no wonder he has an unexplained fondness over the golden-yellow stress balls. It turns out; it was the color of his mate’s eyes all along. The f*****g irony...

    And what the f**k is with him and the shadows?

    Taking one last sweep of the area to make sure his pack is ok; he took a step to where the hellhound is only for something heavy and burning to attach itself to his neck. A roar of agony escaped him as he fell to the ground with a loud thud. The chain – as he realized – turned out to be a silver chain coated with what he could smell as wolfs bane. It’s a deadly combination for werewolves and he writhed, growled and clawed at the ground because of the searing pain. His pack rushed to help him but enforcers of all kinds came out of nowhere and kept them back. Some of his pack fought the enforcers to come to his aid but after a hard battle with the hunters, they were easily overpowered.

    When an enforcer hit one of his warriors at the back of his head with a gun, he tried to stand up only for multiple high-voltage Tasers to electrocute him; making him lose his energy to hold the beast form so he shifted back to human. All the exhaustion and pain came to him in an overwhelming force; making him faint.

    A loud angry roar that chilled him to the bone was the last thing he remembered before darkness consumed him.

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    “Touch him and I’ll kill you.”

    “Geez! Go ahead then, let him die-“

    “Just f*****g make it quick!”

    “As you say so, boss.”

    Odin felt hands probing his body, touching his skin and dabbing around his wounds. His skin crawled in disgust at the foreign touch just as he heard the low threatening growl of his mate somewhere around him.

    “Stop feeling him up!” he heard him snap.

    “How should I know the best method to heal him if I don’t “feel him up”?” another foreign voice snapped back but in a joking way.

    “f*****g make it quick! I can’t hold him back any longer!”

    “Ok prissy-pants!” hands came back to touch him once again and his fingers twitched; repelled by the touch. Ever since his body found its mate and took in his essence and form, it hard switched to “Mate Mode” where a werewolf’s body undergoes changes to accommodate and to match its other half. One phase of the change is the process of taking in the essence of the mate like knowing its scent, its build and physique, its aura, the feel of its skin, the combine aura of him/her to their wolf counterpart, their marking scent and their original scent, etc. Second phase on the other hand, is the physical changes of the wolf. For females, their body become lusher, softer, and more female. Males will become toner, taller, and gain more muscles. In behavior, the females will turn a bit more submissive while the males become more dominant. Or if the couple are an Alpha Female and the male is a regular wolf, the female will become more dominant and the male a bit more submissive. These changes usually depend on each wolf and do not always follow the same changes to match their mates. For example, if a mate is aggressive in nature, the other would be a passive one. In this change, a wolf’s body will also repel the touch of other wolves besides their mate and family. The rest will take a while before the wolf will be able to tolerate being touched by others. For alphas, it’s longer.

    Mates are made to balance each other but in Odin’s case, how are they even going to work? Both are Alpha males with alpha nature. Having them in the same room would be a disaster! There’s no telling what would happen if they disagree with one thing. Their pride wouldn’t allow them to talk it out or even solve it. Their dominant nature wouldn’t accept being subdued or take on the submissive role! In other words, this match is already an epic fail! Odin doesn’t know what the goddess’ deal is but he’s had enough! He’ll find answers even if he has to force the Gauntresses to contact the goddess and he doesn’t care if he’ll need to spill blood to do so.

    A warm, tingling sensation started to radiate from the foreign hands and ran through his whole being; coursing though his veins at the same rhythm of his pumping heart. He could feel the dormant pain started to build up, getting more and more painful that it caused a pained grunt to leave his lips.

    “Enough!” his mate barked as the air started to stir dangerously.

    “If I stop it’ll put him in even more pain and you know that.” The male healing him replied.

    “He’s already in pain!” the hellhounds’ voice became a mix of angry voice and a snarl that made his heartbeat faster.

    “This is the reason you took him to me right? To heal him? To take away his pain?” What does he mean the hellhound took him to this male? Did he just f*****g kidnap him?!

    His mate grumbled as the healer continued healing him. The pain started getting more intense to the point where he feels like he’s inside a boiling volcano. The feeling is almost the same as the first shift and after shifting from form to form for 69 years without much pain, he almost forgot how it felt like. And screw it, it’s not a good feeling reminisce!

    A few more seconds of excruciating pain, it slowly receded until only a lulling warm feeling remained. His hearing came back and his control over his body returned. He could twitch his fingers now and take in his surroundings despite not having the strength to open his eyes yet.

    “Ooof!” the presence near him was suddenly removed and replaced by a more powerful presence. Judging from the way the hairs on his arms stood as if to reach out to the presence made him conclude that it’s his mate standing over him now. An animalistic huff reached the skin on his cheek, confirming the fact that the hellhound is indeed on top of him in wolf form.

    Wait...wolf form?! f**k!

    He struggled to wake his body up. He’s not in a good position and there’s no way he’s going to risk being fully mated now! What the f**k was the hellhound thinking, letting his wolf out at this very situation?! Is he f*****g crazy! All alphas know the overwhelming urge to fully mate when an alpha finds his/her mate. They all know how incredibly possessive, protective, aggressive, and horny they are in the early stages of meeting their mate. And that is only witnessed on human forms, how much worse would it be in wolf form?

    The...

    absolutely...

    fucking...

    WORST!

    As if that’s not enough, there’s no doubt that the hellhound’s wolf is already protective seeing as he’s hurt. Add the touching of another male earlier while he was being healed had no doubt made things worse! What the f*****g hell did he do to receive such unfortunate fate?!

    When something wet and throbbing touched the skin near his inner thigh, he panicked and that caused his body to jerk and for his leg to automatically kick whatever it is. A surprised growl escaped from his assaulter as his eyes finally flew open and his body jerked to sit up.

    “I told you not to do that.” A tall, lean male with the blackest hair color with equally dark eyes remarked amusingly in the corner as he snickered.

    Odin’s chest heaved up and down as his gray eyes connected to the golden pair near the foot of his bed who is growling at him. “Stay away, you f*****g r****t!” He yelled at the huge black wolf that is crouching because of the ceiling above in the height of 7ft. His heart stuttered. How huge is this wolf? If the wolf is this huge, then perhaps the human will also be tall. Perhaps taller than him and that slightly intimidates him. He’s the tallest alpha in the world with the height of 6’7. If the hellhound is taller than him, then maybe he’s 7ft. or taller.

    ‘Fuck...you’re in trouble Odin.’ He thought to himself.

    As the black wolf continues to glare at him while huffing through his nose as if trying to dislodge something inside it, he suddenly realized something. Oh...so it was his nose that was touching him. He thought it was-

    “You thought it was his d**k, didn’t you?” the male on the corner chuckled. He’s so f*****g amused at the situation that made both alphas growl at him in annoyance.

    “Chill!” he exclaimed, raising his hands in surrender that made the black wolf advanced towards him. The ceiling vibrated and debris started to fall as his gigantic form rotate around to face the male.

    “Oh crap...I’m going! I’m going! One order of privacy coming right up!” the male rushed out, skipping to the door in fright. “Just please clean up after you’re done. It’s not really that easy to wash off alpha ejaculations so-“ a growl cut off the male’s ranting that made him run out of the house like his ass is on fire.

    Odin frowned at the male’s words. How could he know what it’s like to clean up an alpha’s c*m? Thinking back to what he heard before, he gritted his teeth in both anger and jealousy. It seems that the hellhound has been here before and they seem close. Seeing as that male knows about the hellhound’s ejaculation, that could only mean it’s either they did the deed or the hellhound engaged in it with someone in this very house. It disgusts Odin to know this. Who knows, this very bed is also the very same place it was done...

    Now totally repulsed, he ignored the intense stare trained on him and hopped off the bed. Suddenly, his legs gave out underneath him that made him crumble to the floor. If it wasn’t for the quick paw that came to his rescue, he could’ve hurt himself again.

    The wolf let out a scolding growl at him in which he swiped his paw away at angrily. “Don’t touch me!” he growled, angry at both the wolf and himself. Already, the mate bond is coiling around them tighter; making Odin feel the intense attraction to his mate and feeling the urge to glue himself to his body. He shuddered in disgust at his thought. How could a male ever be attracted to the same s*x?! It’s appalling! There haven’t been any cases of same-s*x mating or any relationship at all! Not only is it unthinkable but also unacceptable! The very reason two sexes are made by the goddess is to have balance! How could there be balance if both mates are of the same s*x?! Only conflict will result in it. Not only that, they won’t be able to reproduce at all and continue the bloodline! In other worse, it’s a curse not only to werewolves but other supernaturals as well. For the humans, it’s ok for them to have that kind of relationship because they have a choice. For supernaturals, they don’t. They have responsibilities and beliefs that humans will never be able to understand.

    The wolf growled back at him with the same intensity before it started shrinking. The darkness receded a bit as the wolf slowly shifted back to its human form. Odin couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized as the gigantic beast became smaller until only a silhouette of a man stood at the shadows in the corner of the room.

    “You’re one ungrateful bastard, you know that?” A deep, growly voice like a demon’s spoke as those golden-yellow eyes flashed brighter. Once again, the bond thrummed between them; making Odin’s body shiver in delight at the sound of his voice. His wolf who has been dormant earlier suddenly became alert. He stood up inside Odin’s mind, his tail wagging and tongue lolling out in excitement as he takes in the scent and imprints the sound of his mate’s voice. Odin shook him out before turning his attention back to the hellhound.

    “I didn’t ask you to save me.” He said coldly that made the hellhound bare his fangs at him.

    “You’d be dead by now if you I didn’t and your pack would’ve been eliminated already.” came that growly voice.

    Odin jerked, remembering his pack. “My pack...what happened to them? What did you do to them?! If you touched any of them I’ll kill you! Mate be damned!” Odin growled, standing up and this time, he successful did but there’s a burning sensation in his thigh that the hellhound’s eyes momentarily stared at.

    “They’re alive...not for...long...” the hellhound breathed out in breaks, making his voice sound even deeper as both alphas continue to stare at each other; refusing to look away first for it will signify that they’re more submissive than the others. And of course, everyone knows the extent of an alpha’s pride.

    Odin snarled at him. “Don’t you dare hurt them! Yo-“

    “Who said I would be the one to hurt them?” the hellhound asked, raising an eyebrow in the dark. He has to admit he was tempted. All those Whurr wolves are so inviting for him to sink his claws in their bodies and drink from their throat of life. He was a second away from doing so but his wolf held him back. His mate was injured and he needed immediate help that time. The instinct to make sure his mate is ok made him forget about his bloodlust. That is...until he was reminded of it just now.

    “What do you mean by that?” Odin gritted out, fighting the urge to claw at him or kiss the f**k out of him. Damn this f*****g mate bond!

    The hellhound grinned in the dark before taking a few slow steps closer to the light. “What do I mean...hmmm...” he taunted the red-faced alpha by feigning forgetfulness. Odin growled at him even as his legs trembled in fatigue. His wounds may have healed but he’s still weak and tired. If he challenges the hellhound now, he’ll be dead and he can’t have that. He still has a pack to protect and to provide for. But he’ll be damned first before making it obvious that he’s at a disadvantage here in front of the hellhound...as if he’s not damned already.

    “Out with it already!” he barked.

    The hellhound let out a raspy chuckle that caused pleasurable tingles to caress his skin. Ugh! f*****g mate bond!

    “It couldn’t be me...they’re already an expert at getting themselves killed.” The hellhound chuckled as if it’s a good joke. Odin is obviously not impressed for he recklessly lunged himself at the hellhound.

    Instead of tumbling to the ground as he expected, the hellhound caught him in his arms instead and now, he’s clutched tightly to the hellhound’s naked form; making sparks and electricity explode in their skins at the first ever contact of them being mates. Odin jerked in surprise at the sudden onslaught of sensations before a moan escaped him just as a purr came out of the hellhound’s chest. He was suddenly jerked upwards until Odin is face-to-face with the hellhound. The look on the hellhound’s eyes made him shiver in both delight and nervousness.

    The eyes of the hellhound’s wolf stare back at him. The golden-yellow eyes are both bright and dark at the same time while the bloody-red color ring around his irises have streaks of red-orange and orange at the tips of the red. It’s almost like his eyes are ringed with fire. And if he looks closer at them, it seems like they're actually burning.

    Without both of their knowledge, their body molded together and their hearts both started to slow and speed up to match each other’s rhythm. Tingles and sparks threw a celebration on their skins as their senses drink each other in. The overload of sensations brought out the instinct to claim each other and in response, their bodies released both pheromones and testosterones as a signal of claiming and urge to mate. They started to get hard. Arousal is boiling intensely inside them as their minds and wolves took all of it in and imprinted their mates to their senses and instincts. A connection started to form between them as the wolves tried to connect from inside their minds. A charged golden string started to reach out for each other from their mind but before they could connect, the door flew open with a loud bang and the moment disappeared.

    Odin immediately scrambled away from the hellhound. For the first time, he’s flushed and flustered and he’s so bothered by his b***r.

    The hellhound snarled in anger at the person who disrupted them. Before he could lunge to annihilate the cause of interruption, the male from earlier spoke in alarm; “Sorry to break your lovey-dovey-ness but we got company.”

    Just then, shouts reached their ears.

    “The alpha and the hellhound went in this direction!”

    “Be ready, men! And don’t forget the orders from the council! We have to kill them!”

    “Aye!!!!”