SCENT OF THE ENEMY'S HEIR

chapter Two: The Rejection

Alex POV

From the moment I had stepped inside, I had known I was marked. Not to feel special or anything but I had eyes on me. I was shown to my room. It was quite manageable. I wasn’t someone who really cared about being treated like royalty or anything.

The guard who escorted me had a metal shield on his face so he could barely reply to me when I said.

“Thank you.”

He simply just walked away. I sighed and dropped my bag on the bed. So, no internet. That was the first thing I thought about being locked in this dumb boot camp.

‘“There’s no need being polite to the guards, they don’t care”

A voice interrupted my thoughts. It had not been subtle. It was not polite. The air itself had shifted around me. His voice was heavy and deliberate, as though every molecule had conspired to remind me where I was.

I turned and it was a wolf. The size was similar to what I had seen outside, not just the size. The face too. His eyes were just as alluring if not more alluring than the others I had seen.

“You look confused?”

I had felt it first in my chest, I was. It was a tightness that refused to loosen, a pressure that weighed down my shoulders and made each word I said deliberate, cautious and measured.

“I-I-I-’m not”

I struggled to stutter out. He smirked and looked at me. Every instinct screamed that this was not a place for mercy, that nothing familiar would offer protection but I ignored it.

“We need an introduction. Since obviously you’ve not not met us or we have not taken the courtesy to inform you of who really runs this place”

I had sensed them before I saw them. Before the sharp scent of dominance hit my nose. Before their eyes found mine across the room.

“We are the three Alphas that run the Ironclaw”

The next thing I knew. Two other wolves came out from nowhere. Instantly, I remembered them.

I saw them on my way to the entrance. They had been everything I had been warned about but never truly understood until that moment.

"I am Tyrion, this is Noah, and that's Jeff."

Each presence had been a statement, an unspoken assertion of control. Tyrion had watched me like a general assessing a weakness, his gaze sharp and precise. Every shift of my stance, every subtle gesture, had been logged in his mind as data to exploit. I followed his eyes and his gaze as well.

His attention had not been casual. It had been tactical. He had looked at me with such a keen eye. I was afraid for a moment.

"Don't be shy, I'm only searching for vulnerabilities and cataloged strengths. I just want to know if you have any."

He seemed really interested in me. But then Noah had studied me differently. Not with predatory intent, but like a puzzle, a problem that needed solving. His eyes had tracked patterns in my movement, in my breathing, in the way I reacted to commands. I had felt analyzed, stripped apart piece by piece in the silence between them.

"I'm Noah. Don't be startled"

Jeff had been the worst. The most dangerous. The most deliberate. He had smiled in a way that had unsettled me, as though I had already belonged to him even before a word had been spoken.

"Hey pretty boy"

Then I remembered him. He had made the comment at the entrance when I came in. The smile had been casual and cruel, dismissive and exacting, a small weapon that had lodged in my chest before I could prepare for it.

"I'm really sorry I just need to rest"

I obviously didn't want to admit that their presence had an effect on me. They had stripped me immediately. Not of clothes at least not yet, but of identity.

"See, we already know who you are and what you are here for. Your father has complained a lot about you. He believes that we are the best wolves for the job."

"Now, drop your bags and follow me"

Orders had come fast. Cruelty had followed faster. I looked at them with a lot of curiosity, never in my life had I ever been in such a position. Tyrion looked like he was from another world, his body was well built. Noah had a look of being the brains behind everything and then Jeff, he just looked crafty.

They all had the look of dominance in them. It held my tongue as I followed them. Entering a room, I saw that punishments had been immediate, calculated, and unforgiving. My body shivered and my eyes held a look of amazement.

"You're scared"

Noah's voice brought me back to reality. I turned and looked at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Why?

"Take of your clothes"

Tyrion's voice came as an order. I looked and he was shirtless. Immediately I didn't hesitate, I fell in alignment. I did as I was asked.

Stripping myself came with a sense of humiliation especially because I was the only one doing it and all three of them followed my movements.

"It's okay. Don't take off your briefs"

Tyrion commanded. But Jeff didn't agree.

"Well that's a bummer"

What came next was an ice room. I was going to be tested relentlessly. My reaction was going to be noted.

"Don't worry boy, you won't die"

Noah said as he closed the door. This was supposed to test my wolf. It was supposed to break me. I stood there freezing. Every hesitation, every sharp inhale, every flicker of resistance had been met with a stronger fist, a sharper tone, a faster command.

They reduced the temperature at each interval. I wondered if this was a test or simply a plot to get rid of me. They had pushed me to exhaustion in moments that had felt like hours. There were limits to how long I could last.

I had resisted, of course. But not for long. Even though the instinct had flared within me, rebellion sparked from the depths of my will.

I could feel my wolf sparking inside. Igniting a fire. As I transformed to my wolf form. I howled and roared.

Every time I had tried to push back, they had pressed harder. They had tested me, taunted me, reminded me in small, meticulous ways that I was weak in their eyes. Eventually, I fell to the ground utterly alone, shivering and whimpering. With my eyes closing up to the cold that had eaten up my warmth. I lost consciousness.

***

I woke up and I was in my room. With the fire burning up by side. I was warm, covered in a blanket. A little panic ran through me as I stood up. Then I saw Jeff standing by the side of the fireplace.

"You're awake"

He said callously.

"Yeah, where's everyone?"

I questioned out loud. But he smiled instead, a wide smile that looked filled with intent.

"They're busy. I wanted to keep you company since you passed out. I started a fire and kept you under the blanket"

"Um thank-thank you"

I said. Not sure of what response to give.

"You don't have to say anything. They are ways you can repay me."

He came close to me and took off the blanket. Pulled out my d**k and slapped me.

"I'm going to make you my b***h, my little c*m bucket"