• Triple Threat Together • [Zourry] |Man X Man|

[23]

Andrej's words of reassurance had really done wonders for me. All of my previous inhibitions, insecurities and fears about my recently domineering streak has faded into nothingness; leaving behind pride, self love and acceptance in its wake.

I'm still lounging in the tree, wondering if I should carry out my plan of interrupting their training because of my honestly selfish urges to test my newfound strength against one of the four monarch species.

Let's see. I've recently undergone three transformations, namely becoming a merman, a vampire and a werewolf; though I've yet to experience the other stages of being a lycan. The question that plagues my mind is how much of the unique abilities and indigenous features of these species have I acquired?

Will I have dominion over earth and air now since I have the ability to transform into a wolf and a vampire? Will I have their interdependent weaknesses and needs such as a stable blood source and a constant need to be submerged in water? To what extent will it affect my life?

How the fuck am I supposed to keep track of all this bullshit in the first place? It took me years upon years to even memorize what emotions each color or combination of colors that my eyes displayed even meant.

Ugh. This is fucking complicated and I don't even know what this even is. Those mer-monarchs really just left me with a bunch of  vague hub-bub and nonsense.

A bellowing howl permeates through the atmosphere, slicing through the established air of relaxed ambience; startling a few lycans though many also seemed unfazed as if this was a normal occurrence.

Zayn stiffens at the panicked, distressed sound, obviously made by a certain impatient and obviously incoherent and inattentive Alpha.

Without thinking the raventte shouts as loudly as he can, "I left a note on the bedside table, be more observant!" He snickers right after as the flabbergasted lycans peer up at him in shock; expressions morphing to either guarded confusion or fear depending on whether they knew who he was or not.

He sends them all a dazzling smile, disregarding whatever preconceived notions they may have of him. Luckily for them, even the lycans that were wary of a stranger on lycan territory chose to stay passive rather than being impulsive and showcasing aggression; clearly noting the pungent scent of their Alpha oozing from him. "Zayn Malik," tilting his head cutely to the side coupled with an contrasting smirk on his lips, he continues. "Nice to meet you." They continue to silently peer at the enigmatic male before their eyes widen in recognition.

As he's about to jump from the branch, arms wrap around his waist and a familiar, calming scent engulfs him. Zayn sighs dreamily, body unintentionally loosening as every cell in his body metaphorically vibrates in contentment. "Kitten, why'd you scamper off without waking us up. That oaf of an Alpha almost had an aneurysm when he woke up first and you were no where in sight."

The Vampire royal rolls his eyes at his own statement, upper lip twitching as he recalls the prior events of his eardrums almost shattering and his spine damn near realigning from being unceremoniously kicked off the bed by said oaf. It's not his fault that somehow they had ended up an entangled mess of limbs, faces inches away from kissing due to both of them hugging and laying on a pillow that was basically doused in Zayns scent; subconsciously mistaking it for their mate as they slept.

Zayns nonchalant chuckle as he turns in his arms and pecks his cheeks easily erases the furrow in his brow whilst relaxing the irritated clench of his jaw at the memory.

The crowd bellow watches their interaction as discreetly as they can manage as they continue their training. Not wanting to risk their Alpha peering through his bedroom window to find them slacking off to engage in gossip or staring at his mates. Though the informed lycans waste no time in catching their clueless packmates on the revelation so that they don't do or say something stupid to invoke their Kings and the vampire royals wrath; or worse.. their bite-size mate that many have deemed emotionally unstable and possibly mentally unsound.