Chapter 182 38: Sorry Mommy

The moment her name was spoken, all the tails of the elder Lycans and Freyja began to fluff and sway like dogs who smell a cooking chicken in the oven.

'Ah, I forgot to tell her...'

Zell thought to himself as the eyes of Edelgard looked at him like a wronged little lady. Those glazed dream-like eyes almost filled with tears, wondering if her sister might come and steal him from her.

'My sister is also related to him?'

'Don't tell me this bastard has also taken my other wayward daughter!?' Freyja thought to herself as her tall, muscular figure began to pace towards Zell, who rubbed the back of his head with an awkward smile, wondering how to approach this situation.

'Should I just be honest and say she's my woman, but we've yet to do the deed....'

His body tensed as the powerful Lycan female stood a few steps away; her eyes weren't laughing as she crossed her arms across her chest, those huge breasts squashed as they spilt over her forearm.

'This little bastard, not only my cute Edelgard... He's also eaten my lovely Griselda!?'

She could tell just from the reaction, his posture and the nervous sweat showing on his brow Freyja was sure that Zell and her other daughter had done the deed; her eyes narrowed as she watched this little bastard with his stupidly handsome face that tried to look innocent as if he wouldn't hurt a fly.

'Play it cool, Zell; she can never know, smile... Let's act like it's not true... I don't want to fly again!'

Zell gave her a brilliant smile, hoping she would understand his appeal of being harmless and that nothing happened between him and Griselda. Little did he know, or rather, maybe he forgot that most of the time, Grisdelda would be with Cryska to use her wolf rider title and talent.

"Have you done her too?" A deep, husky voice that sounded extremely angry came from Freyja's lips; the moment it sounded, the cute Edelgard began to hide behind Cryska, who stroked her ears and tail with a delighted face.

Cryska enjoyed a fluffy paradise.

The moment Zell was about to respond, he planned to play it down and say they were partners in battle, then slowly ease in the truth to her mother, wanting to avoid the wrath of basically taking both her daughters in one day.

Creak!

The guilds door opened before a tall woman barged in; after watching Zell with her sister Griselda, she began to feel jealousy for the first time; with Anya, Tessa, Rika and the other women, she never felt anything like jealousy, or rather it was okay.

That was how things were with her master, but since being able to finally use her human form, due to her weak blood, she couldn't turn into a human for a long time and always felt inferior to her sister Edelgard that was a humanoid wolf from the start.

Different tribes had different growth rates, the Silvan tribe, when their blood was thick, were like Edelgard, but Griselda inherited her father's blood; the Lupus tribe, who would be born as wolves then slowly become able to take a humanoid form later in their lives.

'Master is back!'

'I have to take him back from my stupid sister!'

Griselda felt a sense of panic and danger for the first time; they were wolves and had the same bloodlines. Thus, she worried that after this ceremony, she would be demoted to just a mere pet, never able to stand on the same stage as her sister.

Although this was stupid, she would honestly realise this if she could stop and calm herself, but watching Zell and her younger sister do the deed caused her to feel a sense of distress and the fact she didn't manage to sleep with him despite so much time together caused even more stress and worried that maybe she wasn't to his taste.

Her long strides moved forward, swaying her silver hair rapidly, the slight scars from battle on her chest and body causing her to look like her mother, those tight muscles and firm abs causing Zell's eyes to fixate on her as she darted towards him and leapt into his chest, her strong arms wrapping around his back as her tail swished rapidly almost pushing the other people away from Zell.

"Master~ you took so long; I was so worried!" She whispered in a high-pitched voice as she kissed his cheek repeatedly, her hot breath tickling the side of his neck. Her large breasts pressed against him as she hugged him tightly; he felt her nipples harden under her shirt as she squeezed him tighter. "You're sweaty, Master."

He knew better than to argue with such a cutie.

With a sigh, he gently patted her head and smiled at her; she seemed happy enough to see him return safe, though he noticed a strange expression on her face.

Edelgard was staring at Zell with wide eyes; she quickly glanced away and turned her attention to her mother as she saw the tension building up.

At first, Freyja was stunned at the sudden appearance of a Lycan that looked identical to herself when she was young, the powerful muscles and slight scars from fighting. It caused a surge of deja-vu to fill her mind; the scenes of leaving her tribe and meeting these girl's father, countless memories began to flash before her eyes, until with a sudden click, she returned to reality, only to see her cute daughter now kissing the bastard that stole her other daughter.

'That's my cute daughter's human form!? She's the spitting image of myself all those years ago!'

Freyja's heart pounded loudly as she stared at them, her hands balling into fists as rage filled every inch of her body. This was unacceptable! That little bastard ate my beautiful Edelgard? The sight made her blood boil, making her skin flush red.

<Why does this keep happening...?>

It was frustrating beyond belief, seeing her flesh and blood enthralled by this damn boy, but what made it worse for her was that because Griselda looked like her younger self, it was like seeing herself throwing her body into that bastard's arms, kissing his cheeks, licking his neck. The strange feeling caused her to feel anger, confusion and shame.

'Sister?' Edelgard thought as she sniffed the air, that annoying scent very familiar, the wolf that would steal her favourite meat, claiming it was to help her grow into a fine she-wolf.

As she watched Zell kiss her older sister, she suddenly remembered the days when she used to follow her around, trying to get her to notice her presence, which worked quite well, except she got bullied by her older sister, thrown into the lake as a "game" told to go and annoy the old wolf seer, only to get her little butt spanked by their mother.

'Griselda!!! You won't take my man!'

A roar erupted out of Freyja's mouth, sending everyone else in the room flying backwards; she charged forward, grabbing Zell by the collar as she lifted him off the ground with surprising strength, her claws digging deep into his leather jacket.

Zell was confused for a moment but soon realised something was wrong; looking down at the enraged mother holding him above the floor, she was shaking violently, her face turning purple as she struggled to hold onto him while her legs threatened to give way.

Lycan was a passionate race, but as their strength increased, so did the fluctuation of their temper and feelings, right now Freyja was stuck between her shame and the worry that both her daughters would be eaten and played with by this man, her eyes narrowed as she continued moving forward with Zell's neck locked into her gasp, tightening as they smashed into the distant wall, disturbing some of the guild members who suddenly stood and grabbed their weapons, Cynthia's vixen sisters were very efficient. However, Zell lifted his hand to make them relax.

'Her eyes are dull; she seems to be half in a state of rage and daydream.'

The situation was out of hand, as now Zell's image was superimposed with the "that" man, he who betrayed not only their tribe but the world; her heart was surging with blood, muscles tightening as her grip almost cracked his neck, Zell now struggling to breathe as his face turned a slight red colour, the black skin covering his body giving him at least a small amount of air passage, just enough to speak with a whisper.

Thud!

Freyja's fist began to slam into his body, her face tense and filled with veins and bloodshot eyes.

"Ah!? Mother-in-law! I'm sorry for taking your daughters!!"Zell cried out as the pain began to shoot through his body, causing him to grit his teeth and force his face to remain smiling, not wanting to worry the other girls that were watching in the distance, unable to move due to the powerful and dominant aura from Freyja lost in her madness.

"What are you doing here!?" Her pained voice sounded, echoing through the guild.

Boom!

Crack!

All kinds of noises rang through the guild hall as the Lycan threw punches left and right, Zell dodging each blow as best as possible, knowing that if she managed to land any solid blows on his body, there would be no coming back.

"How dare you defile our family! How DARE YOU! Our children will NOT suffer your kind!!"

Another punch landed, followed by another, her knuckles cracking as she punched him over and over, Zell keeping his composure, smiling slightly as he dodged her attacks as if he was playing a game.

"Mommy... I'm sorry...." Griselda's soft hand grasped her mother's shoulder and fist, the power in her jab caused the flesh to tear instantly; Zell, whose body was tough and protected by his black scales and demon skin, Griselda was just her bare human flesh as blood began to burst from her wound, her fingers snapped...

Only the scent of the blood caused a sense of reason to return to Freyja's eyes, her lips opening and closing before tears streamed down her cheeks.

Freyja paused for a second, her fist still gripping Zell's collar as her gaze focused on her daughter; she looked at the broken palm of her cute daughter and the bruised Zell, and her heart dropped as she saw him standing there, covered in bruises, cuts and scratches, a broken nose and a bloody lip, despite his body healing slowly, his face still contained a faint smile as the damage quickly healed.

She lowered her arm, dropping Zell with a thump to the ground as she collapsed beside him with a loud grunt, breathing heavily; she wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her dress, glaring at him with hatred in her eyes.

"You..." Her voice was hoarse, barely audible, as she glared at Zell with pure venom.

His eyes widened slightly; she was going to kill him?! He'd been beaten badly but hadn't killed anyone yet; besides that time, he broke his leg during training and had to rest for two weeks, but he didn't think that counted.

But he understood why she hated him; he had stolen her precious daughters. They weren't hers anymore; they belonged to the bastard that stole them from her womb!

Zell sighed quietly, rubbing his neck where it was sore from being hit by her fists, and her nails dug deep into his skin; she was angry. But he wasn't about to let her kill him; she needed to understand that he had done nothing wrong, everything he did was genuine, and there was no chance he'd give them up now.

"Mothe.."

"Don't use that word! First, treat them both well... Don't let them become like me... Show me you can make them both happy, and then I will let you call me that name."