Alpha Awakened: Werewolves Bow to My Streaming Power
I adopted a wounded werewolf.
He’d always look at me with those damp, innocent eyes, nudging his head into my palm.
But then I’d wake up every day feeling achy and drained.
And strange, burning red marks started appearing on my lower back.
It wasn’t until the full moon that he pinned me down, hard, making me utterly helpless.
Suddenly, lines of text flashed across my vision-
**[The male lead saw the female lead just once and his heat cycle got triggered early! This is truly a fated love!]**
**[The villainess doesn’t actually think the werewolf likes her, does she? Every time she touches him, the male lead feels sick
to his stomach!]**
**[Later, when the villainess hurts the female lead, the male lead throws her directly into a pack of wild werewolves to be played to death! Serves her right!]**
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The comments appeared just as
Silas, deep in his heat cycle, had me pressed hard against the bed.
His body was scorching hot, his bare skin radiating heat.
His fluffy wolf tail, which had burst out uncontrollably, coiled around my waist, tightening its grip.
It carried a potent mix of untamed wildness and intense possessiveness.
I couldn’t help but knead his wolf ears a little harder.
He let out a low groan
His brow furrowed slightly, his sweat–slicked face flushed.
His silver–gray eyes locked onto mine, hot desire practically spilling from them.
His warm, lingering breath brushed against my neck.
His voice, deep and husky, whispered:
“Easy there, that spot is… very sensitive.”
A thick, sensuous atmosphere filled the bedroom.
Silas spoke, his wolf ears twitching, rubbing gently against my palm.
He was as docile and clingy as ever.
But the comments in my mind kept swirling-
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**[The male lead saw the female lead once during the day and it triggered his heat early! This is truly a fated lovetj**
**[The villainess doesn’t actually think Silas likes her, does she? He’s just faking being good to trick her right now. Every time she touches him, the male lead feels like throwing up, okay?!]**
**[Later, she even dares to hurt our precious female lead, Izzy. The male lead throws her directly into a maddened werewolf pack and she gets played to death!]**
My hand froze.
Then I pulled it away from his wolf ear.
Silas noticed, his gaze still fixed on me.
But there was a hint of confusion and a lot of restraint in his eyes.
I could feel the change in his body beneath me.
After a moment, I averted my gaze.
“Silas, get off me,” I ordered.
His brow tightened at my words.
He narrowed his eyes, staring at me.
His soft, massive wolf tail gently patted my leg.
It was like a whine, or maybe a complaint.
“You promised you’d help me tonight…”
**[LOL, how good is the male lead at acting? He’s probably disgusted in his heart!]**
**[He’s just letting the villainess help him through his initial heat so he’ll have more experience later and won’t hurt the female lead!)**
**[The male lead is faking all of this. He’s only his true self with the female lead!]**
**[The villainess is just a tool. Our darling female lead is the one the male lead truly cherishes!]**
Seeing those comments,
My mind felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat.
I raised my hand, defiant, to touch Silas’s bare chest.
His sweaty muscles instantly tensed, and a vein pulsed in his forehead.
Then, instinctively, he recoiled.
My hand hung in mid–air.
A strange, bitter ache welled up in my heart.
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He noticed my reaction after a moment and tried to press his face into my hand.
I pulled my hand back.
I deliberately avoided his crestfallen gaze.
Seizing the moment while he was distracted, I pushed him away and scrambled off the bed.
I grabbed an inhibitor from the nightstand.
And tossed it onto the bed.
“Inject yourself,” I said, before turning and walking away.
I went out to the living room balcony to calm my nerves.
After a long contemplation, I finally called The Shifter Registry.
“Hello, my werewolf’s injuries have healed. Please send someone to pick him up as soon as possible.”
“Yes, as soon as possible. Thank you.”
After hanging up, I turned to go back inside.
I looked up and saw a tall figure standing by the wall.
Silas stood there, exuding a dangerous, stormy gloom.
His eyes were dark and chilling.
After a long moment, he quietly asked:
“You don’t want me anymore?”
