Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 82 - 81: A majestic red wolf

Chapter 82: Chapter 81: A majestic red wolf
Why?" he pressed, his gaze sharpening. "Why don’t you want to see mine? Theodore showed you his...so why not see mine too?"
"I said I don’t want to."
Something in him snapped, subtle but sharp.
His grip shifted from her wrist to her waist, fingers digging in harder than he meant to.
Athena hissed in pain. "Eryx stop. You’re hurting me."
Eryx froze instantly. And he released her immediately.
His eyes widened slightly. He hadn’t meant to hurt her...He would rather die than hurt her. He didn’t know why he’s so consumed by jealousy...he can’t even control it, anytime it hit him. It felt like he was going crazy, when he saw her with Theo laughing, smiling as the snow fell on her face. He couldn’t control his anger.
"I’m... sorry... I’m really sorry," he said quickly.
He stepped back, once... twice... and then turned around. He didn’t bother going inside, just walked toward the darker part of the garden,and disappearing between the tall hedges without another word, without looking back.
Athena stood there, breath uneven, watching his silhouette fade.
The warmth he left behind stayed on her skin long after he was gone.
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.
.
Eryx didn’t stop walking until the noise of the house faded behind him. The laughter, the murmurs, the footsteps... all of it felt too loud, too close, too suffocating. He pushed into the woods like a man running from his own skin.
His jaw locked so hard it hurt. His breath came sharp, uneven. He dragged a hand through his hair, but the pressure inside him only grew, pressing against his ribs like something alive.
He needed space. He needed the quiet.
He needed, her scent off him.
The moment he stopped moving, everything hit him at once.
Theo. Athena.The way she laughed.
The way she looked at him and not Eryx. Not him.
The way she didn’t even seem scared of Theo’s powers.
A low sound vibrated in his chest at the memory.
He clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white. "Fuck," he breathed, shaking. "Fuck...get a grib."
Then the pain hit him, sharp and sudden, ripping straight down his spine like a lightning strike. His knees almost buckled.
He stumbled forward and slammed his fist into the closest tree. Bark cracked under his hand. Pain shot up his arm, hard.
His vision tinted red. Not metaphorical, literally red.
Like a veil sliding over his eyes.
Like blood.
His wolf wasn’t just stirring; it was raging, clawing at him from the inside, desperate to surface.
"Not now," he growled, gripping his hair. "Not...fucking now."
But his body shuddered violently. Muscles spasmed beneath his skin as if trying to break free. His heartbeat thumped loud in his ears, fast almost annoying.
Why was this happening?
Why now? Why again?
It had barely been hours since his wolf last snapped its teeth at the surface due to the full moon. Yes...the full moon was over, so there was no reason for this...
Except her.
Athena’s scent. Athena’s voice.
Athena sitting beside Theo like she belonged anywhere near him. That wasn’t supposed to get him this jealous...They didn’t kiss...they didn’t even touch. Fuck it...they did. He touched her waist, their chest almost brush. Almost.
A/T: I don’t know what reaction to give this guy...like was with the anger?
A snarl ripped out of him, raw, furious, helpless.
"That’s it," he hissed through gritted teeth. "You’re mine. You’re supposed to be mine..."
His fist hit the tree again. And again.Harder.
Harder.
His skin split, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t even feel it.
"You shouldn’t be with another," he growled, voice breaking. "You shouldn’t be laughing with him...not him. Not...any of them. Me..me...mine."
His entire body trembled. Heat rolled through him like a fever. His eyes burned, red. He was definitely going crazy.
"Mine," he snarled, breath hitching. "Mine... mine..."
The last word cracked into something unhuman.
Something closer to a howl.
His spine arched with a violent snap. His ribs shifted. A guttural sound tore out of his throat. He fell to one knee, hands clawing at the dirt as his skin rippled like something was moving underneath it, pushing outwards.
Then...
A sound carved through the night.
A deep, wet crack as bone reshaped.
Fuck his shifting...
His back split with pain that stole the air from his lungs. Fur burst along his arms, spiraling upward across his neck, thick and fiery red. His jaw stretched, teeth lengthening into sharp, glinting fangs. His fingers curled and cracked into claws, shredding the earth beneath him.
He roared..no, howled as the transformation tore through him, merciless and primal.
When the agony finally snapped into stillness, he stood on four powerful legs instead of two.
A majestic red wolf rose under the moonlight, breath steaming in the cold air.
His fur glowed a deep, burning crimson, thick and wild. His tail lashed once, sharp as a whip. Leaves rustled with the heat radiating off him.
And his eyes...
His eyes were burning red.
Blazing. Furious. Possessive.
He lifted his massive head, the forest shimmering around him in heightened clarity, very scent sharp, every sound magnified. And all he could smell faint on the breeze but unmistakable was her. Well actually it was from him, when he pulled her.
His wolf growled deep and low in his chest.
Then he ran...
The forest blurred around him as he launched forward at full speed. Dirt flew up behind him as his powerful legs pushed off the earth with explosive strength. His muscles flexed smoothly beneath his thick fur, every movement controlled, lethal, beautiful.
Wind whipped through his red coat, lifting the long strands like flames dancing behind him. The night air was cold, slicing past his snout, but he ran harder, faster, devouring the distance beneath him.
He needed to clear his mind before his wolf dragged him somewhere he couldn’t return from.
His paws hammered the ground in rhythmic thunder.
The forest parted for him.
Branches whipped past.
Leaves scattered in his wake.
He was a beast built for speed and dominance...Alpha of the north has always been known for its speed.
He didn’t know how long he ran. Minutes. Hours. His heartbeat had synced with the earth itself when...
A flicker of light caught his eye.
The light wasn’t from moonlight. A foreign glow. Moving. Sweeping. Searching.
The wolf skidded, claws digging trenches into the soil. His breath puffed in white clouds as he lowered his body, stalking forward, cautiously and silently.
Then...Flashes of bright white light swept across the forest floor in wide controlled arcs.
The wolf froze.
His ears pinned back. His lips curled.
A low growl rippled through his chest.
No... not them.
Not tonight.
Another beam of white light cut through the trees.
And the scent hit him next. Wolfbane.Magic.
Burnt lunar ash.
His entire body stiffened.
Moon Hunters.
His heart slammed once...hard.
A predator’s instinct kicked in.
Survive. Hide. Run.
He backed away slowly...
The wolf’s pulse roared in his ears as he thought of many ways to escape without getting noticed, knowing exactly what this meant...
He has almost forgotten that Hunters would be out searching for wolves who couldn’t keep their shits together.
If the Moon Hunters were here...
They were hunting wolves.
The moment the second flash of white light swept across the trees, the wolf’s breath hitched. His paws shuffled once in instinctive retreat.
Then his body spun and he launched into a sprint.
But it was already too late.
A sharp whistle cut through the night.
They’d seen him.
The Moon Hunters broke into pursuit immediately, their boots pounding against the forest floor, lights slashing through the darkness like blades.
Eryx pushed harder, his massive body shooting forward like a streak of red lightning. The ground shook beneath his weight, muscles coiling and releasing with frightening speed. His fur streamed behind him as the wind tore past, the cold biting at his snout but his speed only climbed.
He was faster than them.
Far faster.
Every leap covered meters of ground.
Every movement was a blur of raw, unrestrained power.
But the hunters were trained for this. They didn’t stop. They didn’t slow. They followed relentless, disciplined, mechanical.
The race was brutal.
The wolf swerved between trees with fluid precision. His paws slammed into the mud, kicking up a spray. He darted over fallen logs, shredded through tight brush, and ripped across uneven ground as if the forest bowed to his momentum.
But then...
Another beam of white light cut across his path.
He ducked on instinct...too late. The blinding edge of the light hit his eyes directly. His vision flared white. His body stumbled for half a second.
And that half second was enough.
He smelled them. Humans. Not hunter.
Their scent drifted from the clearing up ahead. A group of them. That’s when she saw him. Oliver with policemen. They mot be searching for Athena.
Eryx froze.