Yin Yang | Randy

Chapter Three

Andy's POV

I wasn't sure what to think, I expected a quick death... I was expecting the three Alphas to tear me apart but instead the leader of the group, nuzzled against me.

The Alpha in command, demanded I ate my kill which was hunted down on their land. Logically speaking, the prey belonged to them and they had all rights to eat it.

"We won't hurt you, young one." The white wolf encourages gently, usually an Alpha wouldn't show such a soft side openly especially to a trespasser who they could easily kill.

My wobbly legs, layered in dirt from crawling on the ground, reluctantly turned towards the bleeding doe's body. My stomach growls, begging me to take the food. I kept glancing nervously at the Alphas, none of them seemed interested in harming me but I still didn't trust them.

Eventually hunger wins as I start eating gracefully. I wanted to savage the kill down but my natural Omega body was preventing me from doing that. For some reason, it wanted to impress them... Mostly the largest one. The one with freshly groomed white fur and gorgeous brown eyes, I could see the reflection of my petty wolf through them.

The comparison was truly pathetic while I stood massively under average height of a werewolf, he's easily sized larger then any wolf ever I've seen. I could be mistaken for an actual wolf but he stood double the size.

After eating my fill, underneath the intense gazes, I look at the floor and take a step back. Gesturing I didn't want anymore and I was full.

When I've distanced myself away from the kill, I look over at the three Alphas. Somehow I've completely missed the fact that the darkest black wolf had made his way over to the lighter grey one but it's underbelly had a yellowy tone hinted in.

They were now laid down, cuddled next to each other watching their Alpha and the outcast. Even though they've settled down, at any moment they could pounce a killing hold.

I wasn't too surprised, I'd missed their little cuddle because I was too busy with the white wolf.

"I'm Ryan Beaumont, better known as Rye so you can call me that." His voice remains the same calmness as he steps closer to me. Cautious with each step as he knows at any moment, I could bolt with the smallest startle.

He's soon extremely close to me, I could smell his scent better now. He must've been masking it beforehand when he discovered me hunting.

He smelled like mints and vanilla, the combo was easily the nicest thing I've ever smelt. Inhaling his scent, I attempt to not make it obvious.

Although, I was almost positive he was smelling me as well. I wasn't sure what my scent was like but strangely, my wolf kept hoping the Alpha liked it.

"A-Andy..." I whisper shyly, it must've been the first thing he's heard me say because he seems shocked by my shaky barely audible voice.

The wolves behind Rye, watch us with narrowed eyes. They were protecting their Alpha from a tiny Omega, how ironic.

"That's Jack and Mikey over there," Rye says stepping to the side so I could see them. The wolf with the black coat but white underbelly was Jack, his eyes were a diamond blue.

Just like Jack, Mikey had beautiful blue eyes but his fur was different. Throughout his pelt, bits had a very yellow tone and it was a weird colour for a wolf. His back was majority light grey but his underbelly had a large yellow tone. Streaks of white blushed through his fur as well.

I had a feeling the three Alphas were speaking through a pack bond because they both rise to their feet and stand waiting for Rye.

"We're going to head to the pack house, you can stay in my room for while... Although, try avoid any strangers." My eyes widen, the pack house? It's going to be filled with strong, big Alphas and other high ranks.

"U-Uh... A-Alright," I don't know why I agreed but something inside of me was saying, it's okay. You'll be safe, Rye won't let anyone hurt you.

That's when Jack & Mikey take off back to where they came from, Rye goes to run but quickly realizes I won't be able to keep up.

Omegas didn't really beat Alphas in anything, apparently all they were good for was carrying pups and pleasing their Alpha.

Rye hints I should follow him as he gently starts jogging after his companions, my little legs struggle to move as I try to keep up.

After ages of running for me and jogging for Rye, we reach our destination and start walking.

I take everything in as we start studding through a village. I unconsciously step closer to Rye, our fur brushing together as other werewolves, most in their human form, watch us.

He nuzzles back against me, a way of reminding me; he was here and wouldn't let anyone harm me.

One of the villagers, who were in their wolf form, growls at me. They could smell I wasn't one of them and his natural desire to protect kicks in.

I whimper out loud which catches Alpha Rye's attention, he turns towards the other wolf and growls back. His growl was extremely loud and menacing, even though it wasn't directed at me; I shivered.

Just then a majority of the werewolves watching, glanced away as the villager submits simply. The fight wasn't going to end well for him if he continued to scare me by the seems of it.

The Pack house was massive and decorated beautifully. It had a modern home theme to it as Rye starts walking up the stairs.

I just follow like a lost puppy, glued to his side as we stop at the third floor, his wolf goes to a door with a 'Keep Out' sign on.

I assumed it was his room as we entered. "You can shift in my bathroom, I'll lend you some clothes." He says, reminding me that I left my original outfit behind the tree. I remembered to store that information inside my head, in case I ever needed to shift back during an emergency.

While I take in the appearance of his room, he disappears somewhere. His room was quite big and it was painted teal blue.

A huge king sized bed was located in the corner, it was messily made and seemed recently slept in. The covers were a Royal blue, sticking to the whole blue theme.

He had a wooden bedside table next to it and it was smothered in a bunch of random stuff.

His bed faced a flat screen TV, roughly exterminating about 50' inch. It was huge and it was hooked up to a PlayStation 4 and a Xbox One. Rye was clearly rich and spoiled by the looks over his room, I felt worthless standing in it.

He had a wardrobe pressed against the same wall as the TV, it looked completely full of clothes as Rye comes back from his little journey with some clothes.

Although, this time he was in his human form and I couldn't help but stare.

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The ending was kind of rushed and I want to apologize if it wasn't very good, I wanted to quickly finish it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

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