Chapter 38 - 37. Reversed Marking

When his opponent collapsed to his knees on the pitch, a black fog invaded Glen's mind. The alpha stared at the werewolf whose torso rose and sagged to the rhythm of the groan that came from his lips. He knew he had to finish him off. These were the rules. The referee even reminded them back at the start of their fight. He had never killed anyone even though he had fought very often. Many of these fights ended at the hospital for his opponents. The prospect of killing someone arose a strange feeling in Glen

The alpha kept staring at his Donovan Haze. His mind grew more and more muddled. He heard a whisper in his ears and the fog thickened as a thirst rose in him. It was a feeling he'd had before, but he couldn't remember exactly when. The whisper was louder and louder and mingled with a lingering ringing that echoed inside his head. Like a way out, his mind tried to focus on the sound and stifle the whispers that were getting louder and louder. Glen frowned. The ringing faded and a strange holographic screen appeared in front of the werewolf's eyes.

[Bloodlust has been activated]

As soon as this message appeared, the whispers transformed into a soft voice, strong enough so that he easily understood the words.

"Kill him"

The female voice that echoed in his head repeated the same words over and over again, making the fog thicker. For an instant, everything went black. Glen felt his body move without him realizing it. His mouth was curved into a crazy smile that hurt his cheeks. His pulse quickened in anticipation. A strange excitement made him appreciate the sense of power he felt when he saw the face of the man kneeling in front of him. Donovan's features showed the desperation of one who knows he is going to die.

Glen was striding forward to kill his opponent when suddenly everything stirred around him. His surroundings that had been quiet a moment before, were now loud with growls and howls that came closer. He took his eyes off the alpha and turned to the noise and saw werewolves running his way. The bleachers had started to empty of most of the fleeing spectators as a small number of werewolves attempted to stop the attackers. Their efforts were in vain as Glen was quickly surrounded.

The fog that had dispersed in his mind returned when the anger of being trapped gripped Glen. Several werewolves looked at him with a mixture of contempt and anger for what he had just done to their packmate. Glen swept his gaze over the enemies surrounding him. Inside the alpha, a storm of emotion raged. He felt his wolf growling, chattering his teeth, ignoring the pain he felt as he felt the force rush through him.

One of the werewolves rushed forward to attack him and immediately Glen released his pheromones. The scent dispersed and reached the far corners of the lawn. Even the first rows of the bleachers that had not yet fled were affected by the potency of the alpha's pheromones. The dominants around him had all collapsed to the ground, gasping and sweating with fear. When he saw the scene, a smirk spread on his lips and he transformed. A wolf with black and white fur appeared before the shocked eyes of the different packs.

The fog had almost completely invaded his mind, allowing him to forget the pain that ran through his veins when a strange feeling caught his attention. More appealing, a call from his instincts telling him to leave. He had to reach someone who needed him. When he realized this, the werewolf turned his head towards the exit. The feeling that he had to be near someone turned into a visceral urge. Mate. He needed his mate. As soon as he recognized the sensation, this overwhelming urge, the werewolf sprinted for the exit. But he was quickly stopped by a dozen werewolves who blocked his exit. The wolf stopped, searching for an opening. Unfortunately, those in front of him were determined to prevent him from leaving the stadium. The alpha was starting to get angry. He must be with his mate. Why were they trying to stop him? His anger mounted and the fog thickened.

The voice started to whisper in his ear again and the werewolf gave in. Glen immediately jumped up on one of them and bit him in the chinstrap. When the others saw their packmate's body fall on the ground in a puddle of blood with his neck half torn off, they realized that strength alone wouldn't be enough. They rushed at him at the same time.

In a trance, the only thing Glen could hear was the voice whispering in his head. The werewolf bit and scratched the foes who had pounced on him without even thinking. The smell of blood spilling onto the floor filled his nostrils and fueled the feeling of ecstasy that rose within him. The fog in his mind grew thicker and thicker.

"Glen! Go get Eden! "

When he heard the name spoken by the familiar voice, the werewolf immediately turned his head. His thoughts were clear. That's right. He needed to find his mate. He needed to be with him.

"Go!" Connor yelled out.

Fighting alongside the three werewolves, the agent was covered by Greg. The doctor was shooting at anyone who attempted to attack the Bloodwood members. The black and white wolf fled towards the exit. He finally reached the parking lot when a new group tried to stop him. Not wanting to waste time, he released a large dose of his pheromones and the werewolves collapsed to the ground, intoxicated. He walked in just a few seconds the path to the building housing the place where he had left Eden. Outside, several werewolves from Purple Eyes were fighting against Grey Wolf's traitors. He pushed his way through.

He was almost at the front door when a dominant from Grey Wolf attacked him from behind. Glen turned back and threw a contemptuous look at his attacker and he could see him back off immediately. Glen bared his teeth and strode toward the werewolf who had regretted his attack just as he had sensed Glen's aura.

The alpha quickly got rid of his opponent and entered the building. He went straight to the room he had left earlier. Several Purple Eyes fighters were fighting with Grey Wolf wolves. As soon as he tried to approach the room where he smelled Eden, several dominants rushed at him. He pushed them back with bites and claws, letting his toxin finish the job. When the last enemy was down, he walked towards the room and his heart sank.

The anger he had suppressed, thus holding the darkness that threatened to invade his mind, rushed back. Before his eyes, Snow Bloodhood and Cherry were desperate to stop an alpha who was strangling his mate.

"Kill him! Blood Shed blood! " The voice that had been a whisper until then had become a cry that numbed his senses. Glen was seething with anger and bloodlust. He wanted to tear this werewolf apart, turn him into a thousand pieces. He walked into the room and stopped in front of Sol Aurora who had turned to face him then shifted his werewolf form. A huge growl then escaped his throat and he bared his fangs.

"Don't touch my mate!"

Immediately, Sol grabbed Eden to use him as a shield and the alpha's anger exploded. Glen was more and more swayed by the voice that was affecting his consciousness, but he remained still. Glen stared at the omega who struggled to extricate himself from his enemy's grip without daring to budge. He didn't want to hurt him. It was the only thing that mattered. If he rushed, he would hit him along with their enemy. Eden tried to escape, but the werewolf caught up his intents and tightened his grip, the claws ready to sink into his throat. The alpha's blood boiled and he narrowed his eyes at Sol.

"What you want is your mate, right? What will you do if I mark him? You can't kill the mate of a marked omega without risking his life. It would also put Bloodhood in danger if they were to lose their heir. It means that once he gets my mark, I'll be untouchable. What do you say? "

The black and brown furry alpha had a dirty smile on his lips. The alpha's heart stopped when he saw his teeth approach the neck of the omega who, at that point, began to leak distress pheromones. Bloodlust and anger took control over Glen's mind. The next second, the Red Creek's alpha claws ripped apart the body of the alpha who didn't understand what had just happened.

Inside Glen's head, a storm had arisen and this time the Alpha couldn't calm down. Darkness surrounded him and only the cries of the voice calling for blood filled his ears. He stepped back and took refuge in a corner of the room. His body was warm, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, but the sound didn't reach him as if it was sealed off from any sound other than the voice screaming in his ears.

"Kill them! Kill them! "

He pressed his hands to his ears to shield them from the command that wanted to push him to attack his omega and the other two werewolves present in the room. A noise caught his attention and he saw an intruder smash what was left of the door. Glen took the chance and stood up. He rushed close to the enemy and stabbed him with his fist in the hope of finally calming the voice that continued its morbid litany. Unfortunately, the call for blood only increased. When he realized that the voice would only subside when he killed everyone around him, fear gripped Glen. His mate turned to him and took a step forward. Frightened of what he might do, Glen stepped back. He saw the teen's face scow.

Glen didn't know what was going on around him. He had slumped back into a state of prostration in the hope that whatever was happening to him would pass. He was deep in thought, busy ignoring his impulses when he heard Eden's voice. He looked up and saw that they were alone. Eden stared at him. The omega looked straight ahead, without a trace of hesitation or fear in his face. His voice rose soft and soothing.

"It's alright, Glen. I'm here. I will help you take control."

Glen stared at him and he was sure.

"You know. You know there is something wrong with me. "

Eden took a step and to his great happiness, this time the alpha didn't back down. He decided to keep the momentum going.

"Yes, I know, and I can help you. But you have to trust me, you have to trust us, ok? "

He continued to take one step at a time towards the Dominant who was looking at him hesitantly. An idea crossed his mind and Eden released pheromones. When an omega and an alpha were bonded, the omega could soothe its alpha when the alpha was upset. They weren't bonded yet but they were fated mates, so the young man took a chance and the effect was immediate. Glen's panicked gaze instantly disappeared. His breathing calmed down, quickly replaced by long and intense breaths to inhale the scent in large gulps. In Glen's head, the voice had completely disappeared, pushing the darkness away. He felt his body relax completely and his legs weaken. Eden rushed to support him. With his forehead resting on his shoulder, Glen was even closer to the enticing scent. Inside his chest, a feeling of well-being tickled his heart. They stayed that way for a long time when Eden broke the comfortable silence that enveloped them.

"We should put something on your back, I think."

Glen mustered what little strength was left in his body and pulled away from the omega before looking down at his body. The Alpha was back to his human form, completely naked as his clothes had been ragged after his transformation. Embarrassed, he tried to hide with his hands and glanced at Eden. The teen's cheeks were red. He turned away and let Glen step back to the bed, tearing the sheet apart and wrapping it around his lower body.

"Tell me," Glen asked when he was presentable again. "Tell me what you know about this voice that I hear in my head."

"A voice? I don't know about that. But I guess it's related to your curse. "

"Curse?" The alpha remembered what the old woman had told him when he was in Bloodhood territory.

"You have been cursed by a witch. That's why you can't shift and that's why… when you're in your werewolf form, you feel thirsty for blood. "

Glen's eyes widened and he averted his gaze, ashamed.

"How do you know that?"

Eden smiled. "I've got a lot of things to tell you but for now…" He took a deep breath. "I want you to mark me."

"What? No! "

The rejection made the omega's heart squeeze, but this time he decided to ignore the sensation. He was about to speak, but Glen was ahead of him.

"I want you! Don't misunderstand me. I want to be your mate. But if I mark you now, I don't know what will happen. I don't want to hurt you. I wouldn't stand it if this were to happen. And I don't want you to ever regret choosing me as your mate either. "

"But we are…"

"I know! I… I can feel it too. Still, I would like to wait while we can shed some light on what's wrong with me so, instead, can you.... Mark me? "