Chapter 160 - 159. Two Sides Of The Same Reality

Draken Hook crumpled in his palm the umpteenth official letter that brought him up to date with the latest news from the Werewolves world and gritted his teeth. Bloodhood's gained another ally and he didn't like it at all.

Since Crescent Moon's alpha had taken refuge in his residence and closed his borders, completely enclosing his packmates inside the pack territory, the WIA kept writing to him and requesting a meeting to understand the reasons for his attitude.

The alpha had indeed fired his liaison officer and locked himself in silence. The leader's tyranny had suddenly been unleashed as he proceeded with the preparations for his plot. This time was sure to bring the traditional pack to his feet. Nothing else mattered.

Draken Hook had taken all the risks for it to happen. The youngsters of his pack were no longer sent to Black Moon's elementary and high school junior and high school as Draken wanted to avoid them being questioned by the agents the WIA had dared to send. His packmates who lived outside their borders because they worked in another territory, had all been declared rogues so that they could no longer serve as spies, willingly or by force.

Dozens of families had been separated in this way without the leader batting an eyelash. Not a day went by without his phone ringing or his inbox exploding with emails from the WIA asking him to explain the reasons for his behavior.

His calm kept them at bay but he knew it wouldn't last forever, that's why he continued with the preparations of his plan without fail.

The werewolf knew that the WIA was already on guard, waiting for their slightest jolt to send their best agents to attack the pack and prevent a possible war.

Nonetheless, Alpha Draken continued his plan, imperturbable, because he had a major asset. It was thanks to it that he could move forward in the shadows, utterly unnoticed. The WIA did not even suspect that other packs had already joined him.

He lured them with a promise of strength and power. A power even greater than anything those greedy leaders could have imagined and the one who had brought it to him was someone his men had hunted down one innocuous day.

The day his sentries returned with Wyatt, the man had his hands tied behind his back but no trace of fear in his eyes. The leader could feel he had crossed paths with someone who would change the balance of power in the world of werewolves. And he wasn't mistaken when he heard the man speak.

His sentries had brought him to his residence announcing that they had found a strange werewolf difficult to track down due to his lack of pheromones. His surprise was complete when the alpha heard from the man himself that he had nothing to do with a werewolf. He was actually a wizard, a Skinwalker.

This is how Draken Hook discovered the existence of the members of the Blue Moon tribe. The one mentioned in the myth of their origins.

Of course, the alpha gritted his teeth upon learning that the traditional pack was that of Werewolves legend. He was enraged to learn the truth but realized that once the pack disappeared, it wouldn't matter. The past glory of the heirs of the first pack will disappear with them and give way to a new era. His era. He would do anything for it.

Draken was walking down the hall and felt his body go feverish. It was happening to him more and more often in the past few weeks. Just as the times when he blacked out became more and more numerous. 

Crescent Moon's leader shook his head to get rid of the dizziness that gripped him and Wyatt who was walking beside him put a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you sure everything is okay? We can cancel today's check-up if you don't…"

"No!" said the werewolf, raising his voice more than he wanted to and he paused. "It's useless, it was just a slight dizziness from lack of sleep," lied the leader.

He hurried on towards the room where his son, Lucas, had been locked up since he started the Omega's mark ritual a few days ago. Draken had given him a chance. The alpha had asked his son to prove that the couple he formed with Evan was solid.

The omega, who hadn't stopped crying since the day he had separated them, had seized the chance because he only wanted to have his mate back.

Without even a knock, Draken opened the door, startling the two werewolves who were cuddling on the bed. Evan knew the alpha was here to chase him out of the room.

Every day before moonrise, the leader came with the strange man who had turned the pack upside down since his arrival. Under the guise of checking that the ritual was going well, the man was doing God-knows-what. Every day, Evan saw his leader's complexion worsen, which was most unnatural for a werewolf.

Luckily, the stranger didn't seem interested in his mate, or at least, the young alpha hadn't noticed anything wrong with his omega other than his father's bad treatment, which was bad enough.

He had tried to ask his mate but every time, the omega trembled so hard that he couldn't utter a word. Thus, Evan was forced into the role of a bystander. Unable to do more given the firm hand with which Draken Hook held the reins of his reign of terror, the young alpha who adored his mate just stayed with him and never left his side unless he was forced to.

As he was now. Evan felt his leader's gaze on him but also the body of his omega which started to shake while clinging to him. Lucas didn't want him to leave and the alpha was desperate because there was nothing he could do.

He knew that if one of them rebelled, the leader would vent his nerves on the other. However, that didn't stop his alpha instincts from being on high alert. Evan released his comfort pheromones and hugged Lucas's body to his for a few seconds, muttering reassuring words under his breath that neither their leader nor Wyatt could hear. He felt the front of his shirt getting damp and he knew his mate was in tears against him.

The dominant heard an impatient throat clearing and knew that was the one and only warning they would get. He ignored his heart which clenched painfully and peeled Lucas off his chest before getting up from the bed and heading for the door, which closed behind him with a click.

As soon as he heard the noise, the dominant broke down in tears as he was led by the sentries away from his mate's room.

When Lucas saw the stranger stare into space for a moment before an opaque black veil covered his eyes, the omega male knew then his nightmare was about to start again.

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Meanwhile, a red-haired alpha seriously wondered if he was going to fail the ritual after being kicked out of his own room by Winnie. He could understand his shock.

Many werewolves let their inner wolf take over during their heat or rut and acted solely on their instincts, so the omega must have had no memory of what happened. At best, his memories were inaccurate. But that didn't make it any less painful for him. The teenager refused to listen to him.

He had just slammed the door in his face. Leaving Caius satisfied, Cyrus and Atticus amused and Krasny on the verge of despair because he had only one desire, that of being near his omega. The thing is, none of the dominants had any idea what was going through Winnie's head.

After chasing Krasny Licht away from the bedroom and slamming the door in his face, the male omega had several flashes of what had happened over the past two days.

He remembered being curled up in the firm arms of the alpha that enveloped him, breathing in these soothing pheromones and pressing himself against him without any restraint.

Another piece of memory brought him back to one of the many kisses they shared as the alpha scented him to soothe his heat pains. It was precisely at this moment that he heard the dominant pleading with him from the other side of the door.

"Winnie? Winnie, please open me up! Winnie, we have to talk you marked me you have to open the door! Winnie? Winnie, I'm completely naked outside, please open the door!"

His voice shook, unsteady as if the Dominant feared he had been pushed away forever, and Winnie found the last piece of the puzzle in his words. He had marked Krasny. The omega suddenly remembered how he bite the alpha and his eyes widened in shock.

He walked inside the room and grabbed the first clothe he found before walking back to the door to open it and throw the garment at the Dominant before locking himself in again. He needed to think. He needed to think because he had got into this, all by himself.

He had no idea what had come over him. That day, it was as if his inner wolf had only one desire, and that was to make his own the alpha who was busy undressing him to put him to bed. He wanted this alpha to be his and create a special bond with him. A bond that would allow them to fully understand each other.

Winnie then lifted his head and stared at the werewolf through his long eyelashes and stared, his mind clouded by pheromones. He then brought his mouth to the alpha's neck to bite him.

The male omega put his hand to his mouth to stifle a gasp. He perfectly remembered Eden's warning words about the ritual and his eyes watered as fear gripped him.

If he bit Krasny Licht, would the alpha end up attacking him as it happened to Lia White Sage? He started to panic and behind the door, the blows given by Krasny became more and more urgent. Winnie then heard the voice of Eden Bloodhood's mate.

"Winnie, please you have to open the door, you're making your alpha anxious. Alpha Krasny needs to be close to you for the ritual to make sure nothing happens to you."

"He will attack me! I don't want to!" A strangled, quavering voice answered Glen from the other side and the black-haired dominant looked up at Krasny.

The Red Orbs alpha really didn't look like him. Glen saw his face lose all his color when he heard his omega say he was going to attack him. It was bad. Winnie had to open the door or Krasny would grow restless. He was thinking of a solution when Krasny tried his luck again.

"Your Dad and your uncles are right next to me. They will rip apart if I ever lay a finger on you, I'm begging you, Winnie. Open the door. I can smell your distress pheromones."

It was so subtle that Glen hadn't noticed it, but Krasny, who was completely focused on the omega he had to tame, immediately smelled the pheromones that had seeped through the thin door's joints.

An agonizing silence answered him, and finally, a click announced the imminent opening of the door.

The wooden door slowly opened to reveal Winnie, wary, looking up at him. The male omega had put on one of the clothes he had found in the wardrobe in the bedroom because he liked the smell and Krasny's eyes lit up when he saw one of his shirts on the frail body of his future mate.

"You're wearing my clothes!" He said in awe and the door slammed in his face again, killing his wonder.

"Why? I didn't say anything wrong!" Krasny whined, shocked at being pushed away again.

On the other side of the door, Winnie pressed his palms to his cheeks as he suddenly felt hot. Too hot. Why was his alpha still naked when he threw a piece of clothing at him to get dressed? He started to fan at his face trying to forget the too vivid vision of his alpha's manhood.

Dejected, the red-haired dominant was completely oblivious to why the omega had just slammed the door in his face. He felt Glen's hand press down on his shoulder.

"What about you start by putting on these jeans, then we will see how to make sure that you are close to each other, without a door to get in your way."