Mayor as My Mate (Boyxboy) (English)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Daddy

Theodore 'Theo' Rasmus

I AM so happy that I manage to bring those large containers here in the practice ground. Those were damn heavy!

I am still mesmerized with how huge the battle ground is. It is a clear field with lots of obstacles, and divided into several training places. There were pack warriors who practiced using weapons, fighting bare hands and others were doing some field work and exercise.

I can help but to feel envious with them. I remember when I was younger, I am also used to going here more frequently.

My Dad and Mom were both pack warriors of their time, and they are in a very high position.

I always watch them practice, and there are lots of masculine and powerful pack warriors that show incredibly strong physique.

I once wished I had one of those bodies. Those muscular arms, height and strength too. Too bad I was stuck being the midget, weak like twig boy. I almost thought I didn't hit puberty at all.

"Disgusting faggot looking with those meat, aren't you?" Tyrone said while he looked at me awfully disgusted. I am so used to it by the way.

I chose not to mutter a single word. I don't want to argue when I won't obviously won. He is an alpha! And his words are like rules on his territory. He is so strong that he can actually easily break me if he wanted too. I am also confused why he is not taking my life with his hands.

"Acting like a mutt?" he sarcastically asked before punching me in my abdomen. I practically felt my little strength leaving my body, as I fell on the ground, and balled into it.

It is so painful. I always felt his violence. I thought I was so used to it, but I am not. I can still feel the pain like fire, whenever he is in the mood of being so aggressive towards me.

"I just throw a weak punch and that is how you react? How weak can you be? Fag!" he mockingly said before leaving me.

I can hear the other pack warriors that are watching me. They are all laughing, and I bet inside of their little mind, they also want to throw a punch on me.

Even though I am still in pain. I gathered all my remaining strength to stand up and walk out of that hell hole. I can feel my ribs literally breaking. It is so painful whenever I am stepping one foot and another. I wish that this pain can stop, and it did.

A normal werewolf can heal their wounds in an hour or so. That is one of the blessings of our goddess Luna towards our race. She gave us the power to heal wounds faster.

But I can heal my wounds better. Like fifteen minutes is the longest. I remember the first time Tyrone threw punches on me. It is surely painful... But my bruise heals so fast. Maybe it is also one of the reasons why I still survive from all of these years.

It did not take too much time as I reached the pack house. I busied myself with other chores, planting in the garden and doing some necessary stuff.

I am eating once a day, so I have a very thin figure. I don't know why I am still alive and kicking at this moment. Maybe I am so used to living in this world, even though I imagine myself, walking barely lifeless.

Night came so fast. I am so lucky that Mariah sneak some bagels and few fruits for me! So my tummy won't be empty for this night. She also found out about my blanket, so she gave me one, and she said I should keep it a secret. Our alpha hated when someone tried to help me.

What will happen if you are tired and have a stomach that was fueled with food? Of course! I am the same too... I am almost half asleep now. Night always feels good for me.

Other pack wolves will use this time as an opportunity to hunt on our territory. They will shift into their wolf form, and go to hunt some animals for the pack meat supplies.

I on the other hand cannot do the same. I can shift into werewolf, but I won't.

Why? Obviously because they hated my wolf form. They are still believing about the white omega's curse.

I stopped thinking about it, and I dozen off into a deep slumber.

I WAS like walking into a room. It is so dark here, and the light is like glint of red light.

My attention is now on the sound of the door creaking. I saw the door on my back opening, and it reveals a man.

He is so manly, and he has the most attractive body and face I can't ever imagine. His jaw is so well define. He is shirtless and just wearing a pants, so I can practically eye-r**e his body. Chiseled and so perfectly sculpted.

He has the mouthwatering body, abs, v-line and torso. Is he even a human? Or maybe he is also a werewolf? Why he is so sexy? Why he is so better attractive than Tyrone?

He walks towards on me with a slow pace. I can feel my heart beating so fast. Smirk plastered on his lips. He licked it to be wetted, and I almost go choke because of it!

But my anxiety suddenly pulled me away from my fantasies.

What if he disgusted by me? What if he is like Tyrone who wants me to suffered. What if he wants to throw a punch on me?

But instead he brushes his palm on my face. He gently removes our distance, and he caught my lips with his. Our kisses is gently, and turn so wild after.

His lips taste sweet by the way. May my gay soul rest in paradise now.

I don't know why I am moaning while he caresses my body. My hands are restless too. It travels on his muscular body. From his hairy chess and his hard on.

I blushed! I cannot imagine myself doing this thing. He is so sexy, and he looks like a daddy, who wants to pin me on the top of his bed, and mercilessly destroy my innocence!

I just found myself whimpering and moaning under his frame. He put his member on my untouched hole. He used it like a rag. And I don't have any idea why I felt it so good.

He thrust his manhood on my emptiness. I almost felt my soul leaving my body. It is so good to be true. He is like a pro.

I just found myself reaching my c****x. After I shoot my release. I was just awake by the heat of the sunlight.

And it hit me so hard. THOSE ARE JUST F*CK UP DREAM!

I am so embarrassed that I have a wet dream, my newly blanket was tainted with my perverted dreams.

I sighed.