Chapter 91 - 90. Domination

When Connor arrived near where the Bloodhood healers' location, he immediately spotted a familiar face. The agent looked around and pondered whether he should go or not. It was the first time he had been assigned on a case that wasn't the execution of a rogue, wanted for killing humans. He was quite curious how the WIA and the packs had sealed off the area to create a safe place for their fight.

Standing by a tent, Trinity Rivers pointed to two werewolves carrying a third with an open wound in his abdomen. The area she was pointing at was marked with a number indicating the severity of the injury.

The healers immediately complied, carrying the wounded man to the indicated area when the werewolf had already turned her head to deal with new arrivals. The stream of wounded arrived without stopping. Teams of healers on the battlefield took care of bringing back Bloodhood fighters who were found injured and unable to move during their fight so that they wouldn't get executed by the enemy. As the healers' head, Trinity managed the flow as best as she could.

Connor walked towards her, not sure what to do. He waved his hand to show that he was there while remaining at a distance so as not to disturb her. When Trinity beckoned him to approach, he walked towards her and stopped a few steps away with a grin on his face.

"You're finally here!" Trinity said responding to his smile.

"Yup! Don't know what to do, though. Do I have something to do besides idling around hands deep inside my pockets?"

"Well, it's new for us too so we don't know. Do you want to help me with the injured?"

"I'm more suited to cut than to patch up…" He said with a pout and Trinity chortled.

"I see. Wait a minute."

She turned away from him for a moment, her eyes unfocused, then looked at him again, a smile up to her ears.

"You can join them in battle. I couldn't join the Alpha but Beta Acher sees no problem as long as you obey your partner's orders.

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, you aren't a member of the pack, so to prevent you from attacking the wrong opponent, it's better to pair you up with one of our fighters so he confirms your target."

"Are you sure about that? I don't want to end up getting in your way."

"No sense! It would help if you get away now! Seeing you on the side sulking disturbs me and prevents me from being effective effectiveness."

"Okay, okay I got you!"

Just as he finished his sentence, the heavy hairy arm of a werewolf rested on his shoulders and Connor bent under the newcomer's weight. The agent turned his head and his eyes met Christopher Fern's sharp-toothed smile.

"Ugh. You!" Connor commented with an annoyed look.

"Hey, show a bit more enthusiasm. You'll hurt my feelings."

"As if it could happen." The agent retorted.

"Don't be so cold! Show me your smile! It will be fun. I can't wait to see the man in action. I wonder if you'll be able to keep up with my pace." Christopher continued to ramble with a grin.

Connor slapped his arm away and turned on his heels to walk towards his car.

"Hey, where are you going! Don't tell me you don't want to go just because I'm your partner?"

"I need my blades. Unlike you, I can't fight bare hands. At last not against that many opponents!"

The light brown-haired man strode up to his car and unlocked the trunk. He revealed the secret cache where he left his belongings and weapons. A breath near his ear caught his attention and he turned his head to see Christorpher who had also come closer.

"Hey! Step back a bit would you!" He placed his hand on the werewolf's face to push him away and prepared under the impatient gaze of his future partner.

He barely had his dao hooked to his back, the werewolf who had been leaning on the car peeled off and rushed toward the entrance to the town. Christopher smiled when he felt Connor's presence by his side.

"Alright," the werewolf began. "I'll be fast, all the werewolves you come across will be transformed in the town. The only way to tell them apart is if they attack you or not."

"What? I thought there was something else. You won't stay near to tell me whether I'm wrong or not?

"Don't worry! I contacted all our fighters to tell them you were with us. They won't attack you, so if a werewolf isn't hostile to you, leave them alone. Oh, there's also Grey Wolf's omegas. They should be away from the fights and it's unlikely that any of them will be aggressive, but if they are, don't attack them. Even if it is a battle, we do not attack the weakest."

"What do I do if I fall if one is of the same gender as Blondie?"

"'Blondie'? Is that Eden you're talking about?" Chris asked with a look of surprise in his eyes, then burst out laughing.

"Our little one is pretty unique. You don't have to be afraid to come across one like him. So excuse me…"

In two leaps, he moved away and went in pursuit of an enemy he had spotted in the distance in an alley. Connor shook his head, a smile on his lips, and grabbed the dao from his back. He spun the handle and the blade made a perfect circle slicing through the air with a soft hiss.

"Well, let's get started."

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Eden looked at Connor kneeling on the ground and his blood immediately started to boil. He stomped forward up to the group and shoved the fighters unceremoniously to clear a path. Surprised by his attitude, the dominants were about to react when Eden turned around and glared at them.

"Release him right now." The omega's voice was cold, menacing, and the fighters paused before reacting.

Eden was the son of their alpha but he was still an omega, the lowest rank in a pack. The young man had never caused a problem with his packmates, he never opposed them, so his reaction left them puzzled. They assumed it was because the person involved was a friend of his mate.

One of the fighters sighed, annoyed, and put his hand on Eden's shoulder. Unfortunately, the anger that had invaded the young werewolves made him hermetic to any speech. He jerked his shoulder free, grabbed his packmate's wrist, and locked it in a grip. The middle-rank dominant was then face down on the ground with his arm twisted back, his shoulder about to be broken.

"I said, release him, right now."

The fighters flinched, unable to know how to react. The omega son of their alpha was attacking one of his packmates and defending a prisoner. They couldn't let it slide. One of the werewolves was about to attack Eden when Christopher stepped into the room supported by two healers including Trinity Rivers.

"What the hell is happening here?"

The werewolf who was about to hit Eden stopped his hand and recoiled in front of the animosity shown by Trinity and the glare of Chris.

"H-He started it. look! He attacked one of the guards and won't let go."

"Fighter Chris, why is Connor tied up like that and why does he look like he was beaten up? Free him. Now!"

"First things first, Eden, you should…"

"Answer!" yelled the male omega, his face contorted with anger.

A wave of pheromones escaped his body and several dominants near him collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, in a submissive position. Christopher and Trinity's eyes widened at the scene. How could an omega force dominants to submit to him with his pheromones? It didn't make sense.

Trinity felt her strength weakening and stopped so as not to approach Eden any further and collapse like the rest of her packmates. However, the commotion was starting to draw people's attention and several higher-ranking fighters were already coming closer.

Eden loosened his grip that was now useless since he had released his domination's pheromones. He let go of his packmate's arm which fell weakly and walked over to Connor who was still kneeling on the ground. The fighters around him were all on the ground, affected by the pheromones.

The blond bent down next to the agent and undid the bonds that kept his arms tied behind his back. Connor turned his head towards him to thank him and his swollen face crossed Eden's whose heart sank. The young werewolf grabbed his arm and slung it over his shoulder to help him up.

They tried to move forward when the fighters blocked his way while being careful to stay a few steps away. They had seen how those who dare to step closer ended up affected by the strange pheromones.

"I'm not going to repeat. Step aside."

Eden's voice was low. His tone sounded unmistakably like an alpha command. All the dominants who witnessed the scene thought the same thing at the same time.

The young werewolf couldn't use an alpha command when his blood rank was that of an omega. However, they were all witnesses. Eden had just submitted the dominants near him and used a command that they couldn't fight.

The lower rank fighters and the guards who had come as back-up had already stepped aside to let Eden and Connor pass through, while the higher ranks who were trying to resist were simply frozen in place.

Their legs were shaking as they tried to fight the order given to them. A crowd started to gather around them in ever larger numbers and Ed's anger was getting more and more out of control.

Fighters kept coming. Straight back from the battlefield, they came across a more than unreal scene and none of them knew how to react.

They had all received the link informing that the newly assigned agent had been taken prisoner, but apart from those who were at the scene of the incident, no one knew why. Now as they headed back, they saw the same agent being rescued by their alpha's son and several of their dominant packmates on the ground in a submissive position in front of Eden.

Nothing they were watching at made sense. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the cave changed. Footsteps echoed, slow and steady. The bodies of the werewolves blocking Eden's passage started to tremble in fear and a voice rose.

"I think my mate asked you to do something."

Glen's voice made them flinch, and several recoiled from the murderous aura the alpha gave off.

Christopher Fern who barely had control of his body spoke in a weak voice.

"Y-You can't leave with him. This man is... He's dangerous. He suddenly went crazy while he was on the battlefield. He started attacking omegas when I specifically asked him not to touch them.

When I tried to stop him, he wouldn't listen to me. He kept going after them like a madman. Omegas are barely stronger than an average man. This man is an assassin specially trained to kill rogues. He's so much stronger than an omega, he should never have gone after them that way."

"Why does his face look like that if he was attacking the omegas and not the other way around?" replied Eden glaring at Christopher who couldn't help the shiver running down his spine.

"I could restrain him alone so others came as well to prevent him from attacking them."

"That's strange," Eden cut in. "Connor fights with weapons laced with wolfsbane and I don't see a single wound inflicted by his blades on any nearby fighters. Am I seeing wrong?"

"Well, he didn't try to hurt us, but we had to stop him, because he kept going after the omega, shouting nonsense."

"What was he saying?" Glen asked, watching Eden pass a comforting hand on Connor's cheek.

"I don't know, it didn't make sense. He said they were Skinwalkers and they had to kill them or they would go after his mate. He completely lost his…"

The glare he received from the two mates made him swallow his words and the fighter flinched seeing the alpha advancing towards him. Before Glen could do anything, another commotion arose as Silver entered the cavern. The werewolf stepped forward without hesitation and dropped a head he was holding by the hair.

Everyone watched as a woman's head rolled on the floor and the leader of Bloodhood looked at Connor whose face was quite bruised before clenching his fists. His eyes widened slightly seeing the fighters Eden had submitted with his pheromones, but he immediately pulled himself together and focused on Connor. He glared at his fighters.

"Trinity, heal the human right now.. Eden, Glen explain to us what the hell is that thing."