My Atypical Wolf (BL)

“Sorry for the delay. As you know, we are not natives... we needed time to figure out the route” Genevieve mocked Christian, based on a statement he made in their call on how his pack knows this place better than them.

“Well, don’t get too familiar” Christian smiled back, earning a brief but subtle glare from Genevieve.

“Anyways, you know the rules of one on one fights. We fight in our human forms...” She nodded. “And no one else interrupts” She looked at the council members that accompanied Christian to their match.

Christian tilted his head a little before letting out a tiny smirk, “Agreed. They are just here to watch. Just like your friends” He took a glance at the wolves standing behind hers.

“That seems fair,” She smiled. “What are we waiting for then?”

Christian gave her a nod before both of them turned to look at their respective pack mates and they nodded at them supposably asking them to back off. When they were at a considerable distance both Christian and Genevive looked at each other.

.....

In a second their soft glance changed into a deadly stare and suddenly she leaped on him. Christian wasn’t so bad at fending her off either as he managed to counter most, if not all her moves. He took a few hits in his flank and his right leg, but they healed as soon as they hurt. Meanwhile Christian managed to bruise her ankle once and had almost twisted her right wrist within five minutes into their combat.

Both of them were wolves and neither of them were tired. However, her aggressive fighting made it obvious that she was still grieving her husband’s death and that she was channeling all that into their fight. Christian taking advantage of that tiny fact, made sure to hit her where it hurt the most.

She tried to distract him with some trash talk, but well... “This is all you got”? She snorted.

“Oh Ice lady, I am just warming up” Christian smiled at her. She shot him another glare before jumping again. This time her attacks were much more focused than the last one as if she realised what was holding her back. She started to become a real challenge when she managed to injure Christian several more times than earlier.

“Still warming up?” She chuckled out of her momentary victory.

Christian simply shrugged and just like that they had another round.

“Looks like someone needs help? Wanna give up?” She snickered.

“You really don’t want that” Christian let out a devious laughter. Her gaze flickered and she furrowed her eyebrows suspiciously. “What do you mean?”.

“One of the biggest packs, The Red Moon, left your team. You were outnumbered before, but now? You’re severely outnumbered. Our pack is gonna kill yours” Christian scoffed.

She blinked in confusion, unable to determine how he knew that. She had few of his wolves keep an eye on Christian, and he didn’t have any contact with anyone outside his pack, especially from Red Moon. It took her a moment to realise that it was the Crescentile Pack who convinced the Red Moon to abandon their alliance.

Enraged by his audacity, and overwhelmed by her mate’s recent demise she charged at him with everything she got. Little did she know that it would backfire so bad as Christian used her own inertia against her and pinned her to the ground while strangling Genevieve by his elbow.

The more she struggled to break free, the harder it got to breathe. Her eyes were starting to run red when she finally saw black.

Christian pulled away and looked at the wolves, who came accompanying her. “Maybe you want to warn the rest of your pack mates about the outcome. Unless... you wanna try your luck too?” Christian raised an eyebrow, subtly hinting at the unconscious Genevieve and the council members Christian took along with him.

One of Genevieve’s pack mates came forward to take Genevieve but Christian snarled, “Leave. Her. There”. He pressed on every syllable pressing on his authority. Timid, those people were forced to leave without Genevieve.

From the back came running the five people and he asked them, “Take her to St Demoir. Put her in the darkest cell in there” Ordered Christian. As he stood in the stadium all by himself, he recalled the events of the night before when he was still spiraling over this fight.

.... Previous night...

Christian was pacing up and down in his room, having convinced everyone that he was fine and that he had everything figured out when in fact, he was more confused than ever. “Son, I heard you called for one on one fight?” Mr. Wrisberg welcomed himself in Christian’s office.

“Who told you”? Christian was shocked that even his father was aware before he could tell him.

“Word travels fast” Mr. Wrisberg shrugged. “You worried?” He asked. Christian wanted to give the same answer he did to everyone else but he couldn’t even bring himself to shake his head so instead he simply stared at his father. “I have known you since forever, you are not the type who would worry over a fight. What’s got you”.

“I am worried she would go back on her word and attack us anyways” Christian shrugged.

“Don’t worry about that” Mr. Wrisberg snorted. “Be sure about that. When it comes to war, assume the worst of your enemies. Helps you prepare better”.

“Yeah, but I dunno what to do about it. How can I stop her from attacking us”?

“By making sure she believes she will lose”. Mr. Wrisberg declared casually.

“She just lost her mate. There is no way she is pulling out of this war no matter what”. Christian sighed.

“No, because she thinks she has a chance to win. She won’t if her pack size almost reduces to half”. Mr. Wrisberg shrugged.

“And how am I supposed to do that? Kill random wolves of her pack”? Christian rolled his eyes. He was joking, but knowing his father he was worried if Mr. Wrisberg took him seriously.

“Please” Mr. Wrisberg snorted. “That Fountain pack is too tiny to be called even half. Don’t you see? Most of the wolves that are fighting are not from her pack?”

“How did you know?” Christian frowned.

“I checked.” Mr. Wrisberg shrugged. “Convince the other packs to back out and she got nothing”. Mr. Wrisberg tilted his head.

“That is an excellent idea” Christian declared, “but... I don’t have much time left to go convince each of them to back out before the fight. I have only five hours.”

“Well, then I guess it’s your lucky day” Mr. Wrisberg smirked earning a suspicious frown from Christian. “I already convinced Red Moon to back out”. Mr. Wrisberg shrugged.

“What?” Christian’s eyes widened with delight, “How..?” He struggled to ask.

“Turns out, she convinced all other packs to attack us on the grounds that ‘we’ abducted ‘their’ Alpha. I simply showed him the footage of attack I received from Mel’s aunt, showing that he was never abducted. Turns out that was the reason he was hiding all along.” Mr. Wrisberg explained. “She was trying to gain the ‘loss of mate’ sympathy on them”.

“Little did she know it’ll come true” Christian mumbled. “This is great, thanks Dad” he smiled. “Here I was struggling to find a solution and you did it so easily...” he mumbled. “Maybe I am not ready ro become an Alpha” he mumbled after a huge pause.

“Of course you are” Mr. Wrisberg argued. “You won’t always have the answers just because you are an Alpha. You have to be open to help. As I should have been when I was young” he mumbled. “Trust me, you got this” Mr. Wrisberg put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Go get em” he gave him a subtle nod before taking his leave.