Call of oneshots

(p1)Gaurd!WereWolf!Price x Reader

"Dont lay your hand on my Mate."
Fem pronouns
‼️blood/gore, attempted rape‼️
Angst to fluff(?)
^ dont know how to class it
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"John what happened? Youre eyes are slits again, and youre practically breathing out clouds!" Y/N held his fluffy face, searching his eyes for an answer.

He stayed silent for a moment before mumbling his answer.

"You always calm me down."

That was the only thing he said. Circling in Y/Ns mind, the words replayed themselves.

"You always calm me down."

"Who angered you?"

"..."

She guessed that was the only answer she was going to get. Silence. Half of her felt like he was mad at her, but the other knew he could never be truly mad at her. Rain started to pour, setting the mood for the occasion.

As the day goes by, Y/N tried her best to find out what her fluffy boyfriend was mad about, even going as far to taking his favorite ball away.

Needless to say, that didnt work.

"Could you atleast tell me whats wrong? Did i do something?" Y/N yawned through her sentence, slowly giving into sleep.

"Its not your fault hun," he brought his furred face down to hers, planting a soft kiss on her nose.

"Theres just a threat somewhere. I can smell him." He muttered. He wouldnt give more information than that, and knowing his role as a captain, that was probably all the information he had.

"Mating season started just a couple of days ago. I think someone is trying to take you from me." His voice deepened, his demeanor changing quickly.

Y/n knew he was slowly about to lose his mind and possibly murder someone, but she couldnt help her own curiosity.

"Who can you rule out?"

"Simon, and everyone else in our building. Simon specifically because he is a wolf, but this isnt his scent. And i know its a male. I swear ive smelt this before."

His mind was retracing its steps, likely going into his scent bank, trying to remember just who the smell was.

"Dont stress yourself, maybe its just him looking for a different female." Y/N tried to convince not price, but herself with that sentence.

It didnt really work. Actually, it didnt work at all.

Y/N was promptly shoved into bed, tucked in nicely, with John pacing the area at regular intervals.

Finally, Y/N seemed to succumb to sleep, twisting and turning comfortably, almost forgetting about the situation at hand.

But something jolted her awake.

A voice.

"You. You are ready. You havent had a first litter yet, you are perfect."

Lump quickly forming in your throat, you couldnt scream, yet nothing was stopping you. Although your body didnt want to use its voice, as the larger male werewolf went to hold you down, you bucked, kicked, and struggled in his grasp.

Yet nothing worked, he was too strong. As he was trying to bite down on your neck, suddenly, the door broke down.

In came...A Lycan. The humanoid wolf snarled. 10 feet tall, black fur, and heavily built. It was John.

"Dont lay your nasty hand on MY Mate." Johns throat rumbled with a deafening growl. The werewolf that had broken in could only snarl at a low tone, nothing compared to your Boyfriends.

"Whoever wins gets the Female." The werewolf proposed.

The Lycan lunged at him, keeping him a safe distance away from you. Now on the floor, John has already scratched at his chest, and face.

John picked him up by the skin on his back and threw him out the window, effectively cutting him up with the broken glass.

John had him in the woods, back onto the ground, about to be begging for his life.

"GAH," The wolf spat out blood, one of his eyes just got sliced by Johns sharper Claw.

"That. Is MY. MATE." Price snapped, ripping off the skin from his neck, practically bathing in his blood.

The wolf struggled to break free beneath John, trying to kick his way out of it. But John, being in a lycan form now had stronger abilities, and immediately shut him down.

With a hand for the heart.

"N-No! DONT-" He cried one last time before John squeezed it in his hand, blasting it into pieces.

"My mate. My Y/N. She is not just a mere female."

He kept repeating that sentence over and over to himself, walking back home in the rain. His fur was effectively cleaned thanks to the rain, even covering up the blood smell.

Johns eyes were bloodshot red, but they were slightly changing to the brown of his human ones. Sighing, he finally made it to the quarters he was looking for.

He sprinted back through the window, boarding it up with dressers and a wardrobe for good measure. When he turned to Y/N, she was obviously still petrified.

"John?"

John tilted his head like a silly puppy. He crouched down to her level on the bed, licking her cheek and neck, because he hadnt de-transformed.

"My wonderful wolfy boy. My puppy." She softly scratched his ears, his favorite place to be scratched.

"My mate."