P E D O P H I L E

Fraser's POV

Flashback

It was getting much darker. The tension has become worse as we bare each other's teeth. They're pheromones starting to flood all over the place. If I was a submissive omega, I might suffocate then go crazy and die but I'm not. 

I'm a dominant omega, allowing me to suppress their pheromones. When I was still training we were thought to control our pheromones during undercover job and mission. I wanted to try just for once but I can't produce my pheromones or they'll know I'm an omega.

I could hear their bone crack as they shift in to human form.

I can't afford to be found out even if they didn't know yet.

"Gave up already?" he taunted smugly, circling me trying to get a perfect timing to pounce at me like I was they're prey.

I hissed at them when they tried to come close, extending my claws. A werewolf ability that is useful when it comes to hand combat. I love using this when I'm too lazy to shift. My wolf was small because first I'm an omega and last I'm... I don't what kind of wolf I am. I'm lost in my own path walking astray. I don't even know my wolf's origin. Reese doesn't know too even the head of the organization.

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo? Nunca renuncio" I yelled, grinning because I know he wouldn't understand what I said. He's dumb af.

(Translation: Are you kidding me? I never quit)

"What the heck are you saying, b*tch!"

I run straight towards the bald guy, closing our distance, making them all alert and ready. When I got their bald guy swung his fist doing a jab in my shoulder but luckily daplis lang. I slide down under him and did a quick and hard smack right in his crotch making him crouch down.

"Fvck!" he grunts holding his between-the-rainbows. I laugh when I saw his contorted face. Now he really looks like humpty dumpy when he falls. I guess fairytale is true after all.

"Sorry did that hurt?" I asked innocently. I heard stomping noise at my back

I leap, dodging a blow to my legs, and then smashed Mr. Stick across the chest with my claws. He stumbles for a few step before he regain his posture and starts to throw some punch. I was hit a few or one to two times but dodge the others.

I was getting the perfect timing because I love perfect timings if you know what I'm saying.

I punch his chest after his eyes focus on my legs. I snatch his heart. It was pumping crazy as he looks at me in the eye. He kneels down like a typical dying scene which is annoying so squeeze till it became liquidly disgusting. 

He lied down lifeless as his blood started to flow out making a paddle in the ground. I flicked my hands, getting the blood out of my hand.

"R-ren"

I heard the tall-buff-ugly guy whine. I know that whine because I heard it a thousand times.

As he howls painfully like every mates do when their other half dies. I'm sorry I killed your mate but it was for the greater good.

He points at me trembling and gritting his teeth. "Y-you... killed my m-mate" he grabs his hair as his mind process. I didn't mean too. I can see it, they're true mates yet I mercilessly killed his mate.

"NO! This can't be happening!" he was starting his first phase of becoming a real rogue, a feral one. Oh moon goddess, forgive me for my sins.

"Y-you...YOU! YOU KILLED HIM! I'LL KILL YOU! Y-you damn bastard! You should DIE!" He yelled, his tears full of grief pouring out continuously. He runs fast with his fist ready to attack me. I was caught off guard striking a scratch on my face. I staggered a bit.

I quickly stood up when both of them assault as a flash of light.

I evade their attacked. I ran and hid, panting hard once I concealed my presence. I was starting to get worn out and that's one thing I can't be in this situation.

Weak

I need to toughen up and plan this perfectly.

Hearing someone telling me that I should die. It makes my blood boil with rage as my wolf Kylo wanted to take over and ripped their heads off.

It also means I need to release my pheromones.

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" they were closer than ever.

I made a decision of taking them... one by one.

I creep up going with the flow of the wind. I saw a stick beside me and pick it up. This should work as bait. Just on time to use this to lure him in my trap. I throw it at the other direction. He turned in that direction running towards it.

"Stop hiding you bastard! I'll make sure you will die in a painful way." He threatens me so I tiptoed at the back of the tall-buff guy as I got my knife. I cover his mouth before I sliced his throat open as red liquid spurted.

Hearing his muffled gurgling voice whereas he begun to get immobilized.

His last words were slur but I can still understand that he called his mate. I sigh and gaze at the bright moon above me.

I killed another pair of mate, Moon goddess.

My heart clenches painfully as guilt run through my body. I'm not heartless, enough to have nightmares. The guiltiness was getting in my head. I ask myself if I did the right choice.

What if they had a family?

What if they had pups for them to take care?

Those what if has no ending. I shake my head, snapping out at my undying guilt.

He was dead so I hide his body in a bushy grass it was so heavy but I manage to do it swiftly.

It was time for Mr. bald guy, I plan on ambushing him just like his friend who is now lying dead but I've got a better idea.

Hehehe... I can feel him getting close at my trap. Just like a rat in the trap.

I saw from afar his shining head of Mr. Bald guy as the half-moon's reflecting so I tried my best getting well-hidden.

"Fvck! W-What happened here?"

"Isn't it obvious as you can see his dead and your next" I answered proudly as I appeared before him. He slowly turns around looking pale than before. "Why are you getting scared? Is humpty dumpy a scaredy-cat" I ridiculed. He better be scared, I cover myself with his friend's blood.

I did say I have a better idea to make myself scarier and its working.

He stumbles and tried to push himself backward. He was glued but was horrified as I stared at him motionless.

"You're a monster! Stay away from me! Gwench save me!" he shouted struggling. His face was the resemble of a man pleading for his dear life as it crawls away from me

I laughed devilishly as each step I take makes him tremble in fear. This feels like a horror movie and I was the monster, figuratively. 

I grab his neck gripping it tightly making him hard to breathe even though my hand can't hold it whole. He was clawing my arms like a cat and thrashing but it only tighten hard. I didn't feel anything but only the cold wind pass my scratch that he made and the pheromones I didn't know I did released.

He was not choking because of the fact that I strangle him.

It was because of my pheromones overpowering his.

I was in my momentum like I killed millions of zombies. I FREAKING LOVE ZOMBIES! I like collecting figurines and merch.

You want to know why?

I'll tell you why!

Please! Don't judge me...but I think their kind of cute. Even before when I was like 5 years old, I saw the movie of Zombieland. 

The actors that played their role was so good, I even got to one of their gala just watch them. Yes, I'm kind of addicted to zombies until now.

I have no idea. Why I find them so cutesie wootsie. It tempted me to learn science and math!

You heard me right!

Science and freaking math!

MATH!

For the sake of making a true life zombie.

To the mathematicians who thought of the idea of zero, thanks for nothing!

I feel like I was that crude-wrinkly-scientist experimenting human. Ha! I only remembered Dr. Frankenstein. He was an honorable man, so hard-working. MY role model...*sarcastically.

I wasn't in the right situation to think about these things.

It was fun while it lasted but sadly I needed to stop because I heard them coming here with a fast pace. I guess they heard him shouted. How could I forgot about that we werewolf has a nice hearing.

Ulgh!

Yuck!

This is so disgusting.

I regret the idea of smearing my whole body including my face of my enemy's blood, it backfires. It reaches my mouth tasting it accidentally.

"You should be grateful, Mr. bald Guy." I said grinning from ear to ear as I let go of him. I heard him grunt from pain but still scribbling, trying to escape. "How dumb can you be? I'll spare you because you had the same hairstyle with my detention teacher" I announced and I run at the falls direction.

Hairstyle? Yeah right...

I laugh at my own silly thoughts.

I took a deep breath and jump into the great pit of doom. Not thinking if I'll live after these crazy moves of mine. Who am I kidding? I'm more like a cat man that a dog because I always land in all fours when I'm in my wolf form even my trainers are impress despite their hate when it comes to cats.

I was called the cat prodigy! Cringe I know.

Black spots appeared in my eyes as I slowly loss my consciousness. I trust my guts and instincts to guide my external self for my safety.

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After that I woke up in some kind of lake with sand in my face. Ugh! Luck isn't with me right now. I dusted it off and spit some.

Where am I?

Talking to myself. Because who else will?

I wash my face off and looked everywhere. It was all trees, musk, and the smell of fresh air. I got up, strip and shift.

Grumble

I was hungry, hearing my stomach made me hungry for more. I need to eat to regain my strength. I eyed a family of deer's that had a mother, father, and their young doe. I moved away painfully as images of my past hunted me in my sleep. I can still hear their laughter's that was full of lies

I spotted a lone deer. I walked slowly and not make noise but I guess luck wasn't really with me either.

I saw it run fast in the other directions and I being surrounded by wolves.

End of flashback

I end up captured here now.

Oh well, now that I'm done explaining.

"That's how it happened" I explained rashly. I scratch my nape nervously. "By the way, what's the name of your pack?" I asked. I still have my mission to continue. If you forgetful just like me, well give me a high five for being an idiot. 

I'll let you remember, I trained packs that have less knowledge when it comes to human combat.

I too believe in the saying 'Being an adult is just walking around wondering what you're forgetting'

I mean as grow older means closer of getting Alzheimer.

"You are not in the position to ask about our pack's name, rogue!"

"I didn't end up here for nothing too!" I talked back calmly. I mentally shrug.

I heard they whispered at each other. Talking about how insolent I am.

"How dare you talk back at me!" he yelled in rage. I kept my stoic face because I had a pride to protect. "Auden, tell me you are not related to him" he ask hopefully serious.

"We are not related." he answered truthfully, looking straight in my eyes. I really am fvcked up right now.

Bye Mom, dad, and dear brothers.

Ha! Jokes on me! I don't have one except my dearest brother, Rufus. This is why I stopped teasing Reese.

"But his part of my former pack. Unfortunately, he's the one who save me from being sold to the black market"

Thank goodness! Atlas the truth is revealed.

I grinned at them and take a sit and continued to eat.

It's their fault!

They chase away my prey!

Their alpha dismisses them and signals his mate Auden to talk privately. I might as well eat more until I'll get interrogated for more.

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..

...

I guess not.

"Rogue" a strong pup called but I ignored him as he continues to disturbed me.

I faced him and game my uninterested look. "Please don't interrupt me when I'm ignoring you." I scolded.

Minutes of silence pass.

"Hey you" my patience is running thinner.

"Hey you too" I replied at the pups surrounding me as their eyes twinkled in admiration and laughed at my remark.

The pup who spoke to me first pouted but asked anyway "Who are you?"

"I don't know. Who are you?" I queried without sounding unduly curious. "Wait, wait. Let me guess uh... is it Richard? But your more like a Theodore to me thou" I joked and the other pups laugh. I was enjoying his sufferings and embarrassment.

He glares at them and stomp his feet with tantrum. This pup had a temper. "My name is neither Richard nor Theodore! And my name is Huxley now answer me!" he demanded impatiently.

I giggled not taking him seriously "My name is Justin Bieber want an autograph?" I leered and I did the JB pose.

"You're not taking this seriously!" he protested irritably.

"Don't you hate it when someone answers their own questions? I do." I concluded with sarcasm.

"What's the connection?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

"AHH! You're crazy!" he insulted trying to get back at me.

I put my hands in my face doing my famous surprise and hurt face "Hey you just insulted me!" I act like sulking.

"Wow did you just figured that out?"

He got sass, that's what I like~ "I like you kid" I offered my hand for handshake.

"Ew! Dad there's a pedophile here!"

My name is Fraser Henris

I'm now promoted as a...

PEDOPHILE!

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A/N:

I know some of you know what's pedophile means but I'll explain to you.

A pedophile is a person who has a sustained sexual orientation toward children, generally aged 13 or younger, Blanchard says. Not all pedophiles are child molesters (or vice versa). 

"Child molesters are defined by their acts; pedophiles are defined by their desires," Blanchard says.

See what I mean!

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