Taming the Hellbeast

Ch. 2: Seriously, bro. I need to get laid not hibernate

     He spent his days patrolling, checking his portfolio, watching Netflix and looking after the pack. His nights he spent in the nearby towns at different clubs or pubs just for the hell of it. He was not a people person, he had tried, but they always rejected his company. At some point the rejections had gotten to him and he had stopped trying. Men were threatened by him and women did not see him as friend material, they just wanted to sleep with him. He was ok with it for the most part, friendship seemed like an awful obligation from what he had observed.

He liked prowling for chicks, he liked to f**k. And he liked it rough to put it mildly. There was enough willing game out there, humans and wolves alike. Since he still had not found his mate, what did he care. He always let Acker out for a few minutes here and there when he went to a place, just in case she would be there, but he was always left disappointed. He had settled for willing bodies, but no harm in trying. Nobody wanted him like that anyway, he was damaged goods, and no female of class would want that.

It was not long before he heard the pack scouts approached the scene. He had just finished removing the bodies, he could not do anything about the blood, but he never left a body those he carried off and burned. With his impressive speed he ran and hid. Masking his scent, he had already mastered, nobody would detect him, not on pack grounds or in town. To everybody he was just a regular human or not there at all.

He watched the three scouts come to the small clearing and sniff the blood. As usual he opened up waiting for their mind link to go active and waited for information.

“This is fresh.”

“I don’t get it. We find blood all the time, but no bodies. The place reeks of rogue, but where are they?”

“f**k if I know.”

*Beta, blood again. South western border, only about 3-miles in.*

*Again?*

*Yup.*

*We need to figure out who it is and how many they are. Check out the area and come back, nothing more you can do.*

*Have you found Santine?*

*She’s back, the little runt had been out running.*

*Bag of fleas that one,* one of the scouts laughed and terminated the mind link.

He watched them sniff around and they did actually find the trail to where he had taken the bodies, but he obscured the smell and they lost it. They spent 30 minutes trying to find the scent again, but as always, they had to give up.

It was not because he enjoyed toying with them, he had his secrets and he needed to stay clear of the pack, so they did not find out, but he would defend them if he could.

At a leisurely pace he trotted back to his sanctuary. The protection barrier he had around his house made sure nobody ever found it or him.

As soon as he stepped inside the barrier he shifted. Naked, who cared, he was the only one there. Shower, dinner and tv. Sounded like an ok evening. His headaches had been bad lately, maybe it was time for another small hibernation.

‘Seriously, bro. I need to get laid not hibernate.’

‘Shut up, Phoenix,’ he hissed at his lycan.

‘Yeah, come on, it’s been ages,’ Acker chimed in.

‘It was f*****g last week, and she wasn’t even that good.’ He held his head. He always got a worse headache when they talked at the same time. No matter what he did and how much he trained, he could not stop the headaches. It was like a mad house in his head at times and it drove him crazy. Combined with the normal headaches it was crippling for him.

‘Bro, a few drinks, some booty and I’ll shut up all day tomorrow.’

‘We all know that’s never going to happen. You can’t keep shut for more than a few hours.’

‘Now I’m just offended.’ Phoenix cut off communication and went to pout.

‘Come on, make him happy. He’s like a 5-year-old, when he sulks.’

‘Fine! Let me shower and eat first. And no talking at the same time. I can’t f**k with a headache!’

ROCKSTAR! They both yelled and then they kept quiet in content waiting.

As he went inside, he shook his head. They were like hormonal teenagers inside his head, and they were far from teenagers. Having two distinct personalities in his head at all times along with himself was chaotic. But he had to admit they were right. The girl last week had not been good, she had been too squeamish, and he had not been satisfied, so it did feel like it had been ages.

He walked up the stairs to the 3rd floor where he had his master bedroom. The bathroom was big, had a large jacuzzi tub and a shower with room enough for 4 people and 12 showerheads. It was not because he used them all, he usually just turned on 2-4 of them, but sometimes he liked to stand in the middle with all of them on. He did not care, he had multiple bathrooms and a swimming pool too, well two, one indoor and one outdoor. He had been extravagant when he had built the house. Money was never a problem for him. He was excellent at investing, having lived for so long did hold some advantages. He had tried the human life on several occasions and had made a name for himself, which yielded a lot of money. Money it seemed was the one thing everybody needed and pursued to get a lot of, so he had done the same to see what the fuss was about.

When he was done showering, he stood and looked in the mirror while he brushed his teeth. Picking up the trimmer he knew he had to do something about the beard, it had grown too long. He looked like a caveman, or a yeti because of the color, he thought with a little sardonic smile. His hair was only one of the weird things about him, when it began to grow out it came out in a dark blue nearly blackish color like his eyebrows but as it grew it turned white. All his hair did that, he had tried shaving his armpits to see the result, blue then white. Go figure.

He liked his long hair; he felt the ice white shoulder length hair complemented his appearance and the dark blue streak of hair from the birthmark on his right temple made it weirdly unique. That streak was the only patch of hair that did not turn white.

Normally he would put it in a manbun when he went out, but at home he preferred it loose.

He threw on a pair of black pants and a black button up shirt, if he wanted the good kind of action, he had to be what the women wanted. Rich, well dressed and with good manners, at least until he got them to agree to sleep with him. Then the manners went out the window. He did not mind at all that the women judged him on the brand of his clothes, the make and model of his cars or the color of his credit card, he was equally shallow. He wanted tall women with big boobs, he preferred blondes though he was not really as picky about that part. Flirty and easy but not mouthy, he needed them submissive. If he was going to hell for that, he was good with it. Hell would be a picnic compared to his life.

Gold watch, suit jacket, wallet, phone, condoms. He was good to go.

In the garage under the house he glanced at his cars. Eenie meenie miney… Mo.

Porsche wins.

On his way to town he ate at a small restaurant. Tacos. He had never figured out why he liked tacos so much, but it was his go-to fast food. The cute waitress had eyed him a lot. For a moment he had let Acker out just to be sure, but no mate.

In his time, he had tapped into enough mind links and read enough minds to understand the basics of how the mate thing worked. He still felt in the dark about it, but he had gotten some clues. Normal wolves would, apparently, on their 18th birthday be able to sense their mate when in proximity. They would, if he was not mistaken, smell them and be drawn to them. Admittedly a lot of wolves were not lucky enough to find their mate on their 18th birthday like a freaking werewolf Hallmark movie moment. Some waited months or even years, but it happened. It only made sense, some had to wait for their mates to come of age to be matched, others had to travel outside of their pack to meet them.

They all acted differently while waiting, some lived in celibacy saving themselves for their mates, others whored around like hormonal f**k bunnies and some just filled their time with the occasional casual pleasure they could find to pass the time. He did not judge any of their approaches, whatever could float their boat.

He had waited ages himself; he had been all over the world and still nothing, but he longed for the day.

Not because he longed for the actuality of being bound to one person for the rest of his miserable life, and he pitied the poor soul who was fated to be bound to the likes of him, but because it would be something new. Would maybe for a while push him out of his solitude if only for the lifespan of that person, it would be worth it. He wanted to feel love, however pathetic it sounded that was what he wanted, he wanted to feel it for the experiment, but he did not want to be in love. The sheer joy he saw from others he had never experienced in any form. Not from a parent or partner, he did not know how it felt. That was why, he had no idea what love was or how it worked for somebody like him. He wanted to find that one person who would love him without reservations or fear of who he was.

He was ambivalent about it. He would not know love if it bit him on the ass. Nor would he know how to treat a mate. Taking them out to dinner and f*****g them, sure he could do that, but what would he do if she was a frail little thing that needed care and a shoulder to cry on? How would he react if she was a head strong and independent woman who challenged his masculinity? He only knew of love from observing it from a distance and from movies, but how he would cope with it would be something only time would tell. He still wanted it though.

If he was ever to become that lucky.

Odds were against it.

So, even after all this time he still hoped for that smell to appear. Whatever the smell was. He knew he himself should be able to sense a mate, but he let Acker out to heighten his senses, just in case. Being less than normal, he was unsure what it took from him to reach that moment. Maybe he was not capable of sensing his mate on his own because all his powers blocked normal acts like that, how would he know?

Something inside him kept telling him over and over he needed to find his mate. It was a primal urge in him. It was worth a shot; he had learned to cope with the disappointment.