Wolf you Up!

The alpha blinked at Eden's expression and a satisfied smile made its way to his face. The omega scowled at him, and Glen's mouth quivered in a smirk.

"What do you mean, hm? I'm dying to know."

Not wanting to entertain the man who was trying to upset him, the omega regained his composure and glared at his mate. The latter hadn't lost his mocking smile. He crossed his arms over his chest and repeated.

"What about sex? If you don't mate with me now, does it mean sex is off-limit?"

"Yes, I guess that's right."

Eden's confidence wavers as his face slumps in an expression of pure disappointment.

"Why? It's not like you care about that. You're not a virgin or whatever."

"No, but I care about you and I don't want to treat you like I did with all my partners. I want to follow a proper order."

"I don't mind screwing the order if it means I can have my way with you."

Glen blinked, amused by the blond's words. To be honest, the alpha was more than pleased to know that his omega was feeling that way. He would have complied in a heartbeat, especially after discovering how erotic the man in front of him could be, but his body wasn't the only part of him that desired Eden. He wanted him. Heart and soul. Only after this first step would be done, the alpha intended to listen to his lust.

Glen took a step back, showing with his body language that the discussion was done and the two mates stared at each other for a moment without saying anything.

"Until when are you going to keep me waiting?"

Glen stared at his mate and walked over to him. The dominant leaned into the blond's ear and whispered a few words in his ear. The deep voice tickled Eden's earlobe and made him stiffen as he was listening. His heart was pounding in his chest and his entire skin was shivering.

The male omega heard the click of the doorknob open and, right after, the voices of the Soul Healer and the Skinwalkers talking reached him out. Glen joined his childhood friend who stood apart from the group without sparing them a look.

Arms crossed, he watched them casually. The alpha was grateful for what they had done for him. However, just as Connor tagged along to help him without thinking about the consequences, he couldn't ignore that it was his turn now to protect the agent. He had assured Greg that he would bring him back and had no intention of betraying his promise.

Glen could feel the animosity that emanated in particular from the leader of the Skinwalkers. The sly remark that Elias had made as if to bend the judgment of the dominant concerning Connor, had not pleased him and he could not help but wonder about their intentions.

In the bedroom, Eden gave his heart time to calm down. After a few long breaths, the omega came out and walked into the room.

Hearing him coming, Connor looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He was about to loudly notice the blond's crimson cafe when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Glen's smirk. The agent scoffed then shook his head before speaking in a loud voice.

"Well, now that we are all ready, how about we start?"

Elias' cold gaze fell on the man who had just interrupted his conversation with a cheerful voice and he gritted his teeth.

Silphie preceded her husband and got up to invite Eden and the others to join them in the living room where she, Elias, Alana, and the Soul Healer were already installed.

The two sofas and the solitary patchwork fabric armchair that had been moved to make room for Glen and Eden had returned to their places.

Connor got up and remained standing near the end of the sofa where the Soul Healer had settled and Glen remained standing near his mate who took place in the single armchair. Silphie sat down in her seat and Elias began in a solemn voice.

"There's so much to say that I don't know exactly where to start."

"The first thing I want to know is who is this witch who is messing with me and my mate," Glen said with folded arms.

The leader of the Skinwalkers exchanged a look with his wife and daughter.

"She is a witch, she is both an ancestor of the Werewolves and an ancestor of the Skinwalkers. A person your pack and our tribe failed to protect and who now hates us beyond reason. It's only a guess, but this hatred and the forbidden ritual she indulged in would be the source of the powers that allowed her to curse the Warrior."

The omega flinched when he heard the term the man had used to refer to his alpha. It was the same one used by his system. He knew there was a reason, but when he tried to find the answer, the system denied him access, telling him that the prerequisites weren't met.

The blond chased the stray thoughts from his mind and focused on what the man in front of him was saying.

"Your mate is the Warrior chosen by the Moon Goddess to face Light. It's to avoid this fight and finally achieve her revenge against the Children of the Goddess whom she hates, that she cast this curse."

"You say my role is to fight that witch? And that I'm a Warrior chosen by the Goddess?"

Glen exchanged a glance with Eden, then with Connor who was also in the confidence of the system.

For now, everything this man was saying corroborated everything Eden had discovered about the origin of his system.

"How can this witch be an ancestor of Werewolves and Skinwalkers at the same time? I thought the two were different races?"

"They are indeed different, but you know there was a time when Bloodhood pack and Blue Moon tribe were one."

Eden frowned and his nose wrinkled slightly under his concentration. Suddenly, the continuation of the legend of the origins of the Werewolves that the Soul Healer had told them came back to him.

"That witch is… No, it's impossible" the omega muttered, shaking his head but the man encouraged him to continue by nodding. "She's the daughter of the first Alpha and the first Luna. She is therefore well and truly related to both the Werewolves and the Skinwalkers, as her father was the alpha of Bloodhood and her mother the daughter of the Blue Moon's Chief.

The young man's golden eyes widened.

"But what happened? Why do you say our ancestors failed to protect her? And how can she still be alive after thousands of years?"

With a wave of his hand, the man ended Eden's questions, and, after a deep breath, he revealed to the two mates the same story he had already shared with Connor and the Soul Healer. The couple listened intently to the hidden ending of the story leading up to everything that happened today.

From the birth of the twins to Light's abduction to her reappearance several months later, cursed by the Goddess and filled with hatred for her kind and the pack.

"Until now, we still don't know why she is convinced that the tribe and the pack have abandoned her, but the instinctive gesture of the first Luna that day convinced her that her tribe had turned their backs on her and that fueled her immeasurable hatred.

We know little about Light. She spent most of her time the past centuries hidden somewhere, waiting for the right moment. We didn't even know that she had attacked the Warrior sent by the Moon Goddess.

"How did she know I was the warrior?" The alpha asked. "I mean I was born like that, I mean deprived of my powers. This means that I was cursed even before I was born. How could she know about me and curse me?"

"Light's powers react with the energy of our auras like two elements that cancel each other out. We don't know how she could foresee that you were going to be born, but even if she only came across your mother even by chance, she must have easily recognized your aura, because the latter is felt long before birth.

From there, it was easy for her to curse you to neutralize your powers and leave you completely harmless."

Glen's fists clenched as the alpha calmed his anger. He thought he would feel relieved knowing why all this had happened to him, but he still felt the same anger.

None of this even concerned him. The alpha had just been the recipient of revenge against people who had been gone for thousands of years. His life was at stake just because this witch resented their ancestors who died centuries ago. Glen froze in place.

"Eden!"

The blond's head snapped at his mate and their gazes locked on each other. The rest of the people in the room were intrigued by the attitude of the two men who stared intently into each other's eyes. They were unaware that the dominant had just asked his omega via their link to show him the screen that spoke of his curse.

In the commotion that had followed Light's escape, Eden had ignored the system ring which had sounded several times. The screen popped up and he immediately shared what he saw with his mate before starting to read.

[Glen Red Creek, fated mate

Level: 999

Race: Werewolf

Blood rank: Alpha

Type: ???

Class: Divine

Name: Warrior of the Moon Goddess

Stats: strength: 99,999/99,999

Speed: 99,999/99,999

Agility: 99,999/99,999

Intellect: 99,999/99,999

Skills: Healing (Active, Class Divine)

Domination (Active, Class Divine)

Protection (Active, Class Divine)

Domination (Active, Class Divine)

Blessing of the Goddess (Active, Class Divine)

Elixir of the Moon Goddess (Active, Class Divine)

Item: Moon protection mark 3/5

The subject has been cursed.

Current debuff: Subject must not be exposed to dark energy or risk immediate death. Time before death: Information not available.]

What? What is that supposed to mean? Glen would die if exposed to dark energy. Why? What had changed? The woman had yet managed to cut the ties so he thought that they would have bought time or even better, that the countdown would be suspended.

It wasn't at all what he had expected. The omega had never considered such a scenario. So no matter when the witch came, if she exposed his mate to her dark energy or if he confronted his dark wolf, Glen was in danger of dying. Why? He thought they had won.

Eden started to stir in his seat. The young man continued to stare straight into space without saying anything, an expression of pure terror on his face. The dominant had also read the statistics written on the screen and understood the reason why his mate's emotions were running wild.

He was trying to take the shock of learning that the death countdown that marked his death had been replaced by an unpredictable Sword of Damocles. Glen looked down at Eden as he lost his temper at the message that popped up, again and again, every time he wanted to access the page that gave the information about the curse.

The alpha's hand rested on Eden's shoulder. The blond had started swearing between his teeth at each refusal of the system.

"Hm... What's happening..." Connor held up a finger to tell Elias to shut up and before the man could react to the agent's gesture, the Soul Healer's hand went up as well. He frowned, not understanding why he had to stay still or why the one he called King was behaving in such a strange way.

Glen crouched down in front of Eden and gripped his mate's shoulders firmly to pull him out of his upset state of mind. The young man finally stared at his alpha and averted his eyes from the screen where the same message was still displayed.

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