Calling Affection (Boyxboy)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Axel's POV

I glared at the rogue, watching him intently. Alex and mine merged, but he stepped back, leaving me in control of his body, but with his instincts, half human, half a wild wolf who's body had accumulated wisdom through generations of experience passed down and written in our DNA, ever changing and adapting as were the rules of natural selection. 

The weak would die and the strong would live. I was not weak. 

I crouched down, ready to fight. My wolf form was large, with more muscle mass and covered in more hair than I'd ever be able to grow in my human life. I had black fur, dark and glossy.  Shifting often and bathing in your wolf form leaves your coat clean, and my high-protein diet definitely helped. My eyes were bright, blue, and seemed to glow as they were struck by the reflected moonlight from the nearby pond. 

But I wasn't no pretty wolf. No, my fangs were out, a snarl on my face. Spit and drool dripped off my exposed teeth, my jaw almost hurt with the intense need to bite down into flesh, tear it apart, stand atop the body who dared to challenge me. 

It shouldn't be a tough fight. The rogue was smaller than me, in both width and height, around the size of an average male. Its coat was dark brown with lighter patches, but the vicious look in its eye was worse than the one in mine. It truly was a wild beast, fighting desperately for the chance of survival it knew it no longer had, now that it had crossed my path. There was no way for it to outrun me. 

And so it futilely tried to fight. It suddenly leaped forward, but I was expecting such a predictable attack, having left my side open as bait. The rogue growled as it attempted to bite my side, bite my leg, bite anything to hurt me long enough for it to run away, but I didn't let it. I intercepted its attack, barely feeling the scratch of its fangs against my flank, and body slammed it into a tree. 

The crunch of bones being crushed was music to my ears, and I stepped back to watch the satisfying way it flopped to the ground, gasping and wheezing as its lungs probably filled with blood, punctured and collapsed.  

It was almost too easy. My raw force was enough to overpower him, but the foolish creature didn't seem to understand.

Adrenaline must have numbed the pain, because the rogue shakily forced itself up on its legs. It barked out blood, coughing and wheezing, but it glared at me regardless.  

Hey, Axel, it snarled my name, looking straight into my eyes, a sign of defiance and a challenge to my authority. 

Alex was angry that the rogue had the nerve to address us by our name, instead of our title, and that it refused to submit even now. We'd have no mercy, now. Alex wanted its neck bared,  apologizing and acknowledging us as Alpha, its superior. 

I ignored it. Instead, I let out strong, angry growl, straight from the belly, standing upright and tense with my legs apart, taking up as much space as I could. The pheromones I emitted would show this weakling who was the Alpha here. 

The rogue flinched, taking a step back and stumbling, almost collapsing, but continued holding eye contact. If it was a pack member, they'd be unable to resist their head dropping, neck exposed in submission, but this rogue had no affiliation or loyalty to anyone, never mind me. It also lacked common sense, to continue to challenge me like this.