Wolf you Up!

Glen immediately recognized the voice on the other end of the line. Although he used to change partners as easily as he breathed and without hesitation, he wasn't heartless enough to forget those who had shared his bed. However, he hadn't expected to hear any of them. Even less the one who had called her best friend to pick him up, convinced they were having a secret relationship. The alpha hadn't heard about her since that day so he was convinced they wouldn't cross paths anymore.

Glen's brain was frozen as was the rest of his body. With his arms raised and already through the sleeves of the cloth, his head just slipped through the neckline, the Dominant was in the least elegant and strangest position there was. He couldn't process what was going on. 

The alpha looked up into the face of his mate who cocked his head to the side, puzzled by his lack of response. Eden frowned and shrugged. The blond thought that what prevented his mate from speaking was the uncomfortable position he was stuck in. He decided to do what he thought was most logical so as not to let the person on the phone wait. He brought the phone closer to his mouth.

"Hello, hm. Sorry. Can you hold on for a minute? Glen is getting dressed right now. "

A few seconds of silence greeted Eden's request, whose frown deepened when he heard no more sound. He looked at the screen to check that the line was still connected. The alpha's heart pounded as he inwardly pleaded with the woman on the phone to hang up without saying anything more.

"Connor, is that you?" The voice asked after a moment. "I called today because I thought that I overreacted last time, but I guess I wasn't wrong, or else you wouldn't answer his phone so casually! Are you two screwing each other? I can't believe that I… " The tone of the voice had gone slightly in the highs and Glen knew he was good to go.

With a speed that cracked the seams of the cloth, Glen pulled on the hoodie and snatched the phone from Eden's hands, who was staring at the device, eyes widened in shock. He put the phone in normal mode and took a few steps away to speak.

Eden looked at the alpha's back not knowing what to think. His eyes then slid to Connor who had also witnessed the scene. The agent fixed the long black-haired werewolf with a sympathetic gaze. He knew the man was about to have a hard time and he decided to take the lead before he ended embroiled in the carnage.

"I say it even though I think it's obvious, but even for all the gold in the world, I wouldn't look at that idiot that way." His finger was pointing in the direction of a Glen who, restlessly, ran a hand through his hair in frustration and continued talking on the phone.

"Y-Yeah, I know." Eden chuckled but his laugh was nervous. A lump had formed in his throat.

The omega's eyes followed the dominant's actions as he continued his conversation which didn't seem to go the way he wanted.

Fiddling with his fingers, Eden turned to Connor who was packing his belongings inside the trunk. The light-brown-haired man kept stolen glances at his friend in the hope of picking up clues in his body language as to how he was handling the situation.

"Hm… Hey Connor… that woman on the phone, who was she?"

The agent turned his head to the Omega that had spoken to him and swallowed the tease he intended to say when he saw the worry on the blond's face. With a silent sigh, he motioned for Eden to come closer.

Docile for the first time, the werewolf walked forward without being asked twice and stood next to the man who continued to rub the blade of his sword. The daggers he had used on their hunting party had already been cleaned, polished, and stowed away in the secret compartment.

A cloth coated with a special mixture slid along the bluish blade. The man was careful not to just clean the length, but insisted at the base, near the hilt where he knew grime and dried blood could collect and damage his sword if he neglected them. He continued like this for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"If you ask me to tell you about Glen's relationship with the person over the phone, I'm sorry Eden, but that's not my place to do."

"I thought 'Big Brother' would be there for me," retorted the omega, annoyed by the response from the man who obviously knew something.

"Yes, I'm here for you, Eden. I mean, it's a given that this idiot will at one point or another do something that will get on your nerves, and by then I'll be there. However, it doesn't mean that I'm going to butt in when you need to speak to each other. If you have a problem with Glen, you should be able to go and talk to him without hesitation. You are mates. "

"Yes, but…" The werewolf looked at his fingers.

"What is it?" Connor checked the edge of his Dao and gently placed the sword in the reserved space before closing the secret compartment.

"It's just, I can't help but think that I don't have the right to ask him anything, after all, he had a life before we met. I can not…"

"You got it all wrong. How do you see your relationship with Glen? "

"Huh?"

"I'm not the one who should feel concerned about the matter because you're a werewolf and I'm just a human." He paused and frowned. "Scratch that, I found out that I am a Skinwalker and I can mark someone as my life partner." He chortled and the younger boy went along with a soft laugh. "What I mean is that your relationship isn't just a casual affair where you can leave things unsaid and let frustration build distance between you.

It means that you also have the right to ask for certain things. Wait, I'm not telling you to turn into an ultra possessive and overbearing mate who locks Glen away and runs his mouth about everything, because that's the best way to scare him away.

Without going to such length, you have the right to feel uncomfortable with things he does or things that happens because of him. Even things about his past, it's ok to ask if what you want is to get to know him.

And it's also okay to ask him to reassure you. Even if there is no good reason. We all have our insecurities and it's not something you can control. Besides, I guess this whole mark thing also plays with your emotions, so… " He pushed the omega on the back to get him away from the car.

Connor waved his hand to encourage the werewolf who watched his alpha finish his conversation.

As Eden took the first step forward, a voice echoed from inside the car.

"You aren't too bad at giving advice. When I hear you talk, I could swear you're the embodiment of maturity. If only you were the same when it's about your own love affair, " The Soul Healer commented with a smirk.

"You…! You don't let anything unnoticed, do you? " The agent groaned.

"What? Am I wrong, maybe? " The werewolf sat in the back passenger side and watched the two mates with unmasked interest.

"Hey, Oldie! Why are you so dead set on sticking your nose in my businesses? Have you ever been told not to hit a man on the ground? "

"You shoot your own foot! I can't even imagine what you put that poor man through so the first thing that came to his mind when he heard the truth about you, was that you were going to take the mark away from him. "

The agent bit his tongue not to answer because he had nothing to say anyway. The old potion maker had thrown a punch where it hurts the most and he was in a technical knockout.

"It's also because of your aura." The Elder had resumed speaking in a more serious tone. "I had the opportunity to meet your grandmother who was considered the most powerful heiress for generations and your aura easily exceeds her.

There is a belief among Skinwalkers that the bond with their partner fuels their powers. Of course, this is just a belief. There is nothing less certain. Nonetheless, this is the reason why the Chief and his lineage are always united with mighty wizards. So that they can get the maximum power from their bond.

Now imagine my surprise when I meet you. You, the child of a Skinwalker and a human. The powers in your blood are supposed to be weakened and yet, you have the greatest aura ever seen in centuries and your partner is a mere civilian. "

A power that draws its source from the bond with its partner. Connor's thoughts flickered after hearing the old woman speak. His mind immediately drifted to the man who occupied his heart and he retrieved his phone from one of the bags in the trunk. He turned on the screen and looked at the notifications he scrolled through.

After a few minutes of conversation, the tone had calmed between Glen and the woman on the phone. The Dominant who had seen Eden had come closer to him but hesitated to come any closer, turned to him. He opened an arm to let him step closer. The omega, which was afraid of bothering his mate, stepped forward and buried his nose in the crook of the dominant's neck. He took a deep breath and snuggled against Glen.

The pheromones that made him feel so good were mixed with a subtle muddy smell, the result of their hunting party in the forest. Eden closed his eyes and tried to calm the thoughts racing in his head.

"Once again, I'm sorry, Cassie. I always thought we were on the same page, I didn't mean to hurt you. "

He had barely finished his sentence when the conversation broke off abruptly.

"Take care," Glen muttered in the void. With a long sigh, he let the hand that held the device down to his body and rested his chin on the top of his mate's hair.

They stayed in this position for a few seconds. From where they were they could hear the voices of Connor and the Soul Healer bickering. Their over-developed hearing allowed them to hear the agent being neatly pulled up by the grey-haired werewolf and Glen chuckled.

He kissed his mate's hair and gently pulled away from his body to look him in the eyes. Uncomfortable, Eden looked down, shying away from his mate. But the Dominant grabbed his chin and lifted it up to meet his gaze.

"You want to talk?"

The blond stared at him, undecided. Glen's reaction to stepping away to speak surprised him and not in a good way. He wondered if he really wanted to know if their bond as fated mates had separated the man from a lover. What kind of life had the man led until then? The question hadn't crossed his mind.

Now that his alpha's life before presented itself and with the man's reaction several questions were bouncing around inside his head.

A finger pressed the crease that had formed between his eyebrows. The dominant staring at his omega tried to smooth the little bump, a mocking smile on his lips. Eden, who understood his intention, frowned more, which had the effect of pushing back the finger and swelling the small bump. The alpha snorted.

"You're too cute." He wrapped his arms around the blond and pulled him close to him to curl up against his chest. He kissed his hair again and inhaled.. "I'll tell you whatever you want, so stop sulking and let's talk it out."