Parker's POV
Before long, the heat season had arrived. My misery was just a step to begin. Despite sharing his precious time with me several times, Sergio wasn't going to opt in to fucking me.
"I'm straight as hell." He once told me on one of his regular visits I lost control and tried to push my limits. After he said this, I restrained myself, satisfied with the chemistry we shared without sex. Although our relationship wasn't defined, I didn't want to lose someone like him.
Now it is the heat season. His scent had been heavy in the air, sweet and dizzying, and I'd been half drunk with it each time he came by but I had to keep some distance. My wolf crawled, twisted, disturbed but still I got no choice other than to bear the pains and keep the relationship.
During this time, I ran into countless nightmares at night. The death of Mario haunted me now more than before. The night of the rogue attack played right before me in my trance. One swipe of claws and his heart was gone. I was holding him when he stopped breathing.
My mind relentlessly flashed back the moment I woke up. Something inside me broke that day. My wolf broke with it.
My behavior changed. Rather than the cool, gentle and caring Alpha, I lashed out at everyone, at any time. I couldn't stop it. I was totally unpredictable. My anger evolved into aggression, even little things I used to overlook now pissed me. Each moment this occurred, I wanted to shift and rip the person pissing me off to pieces.
One reason a whole lot of people avoided me and the university suspended me from coming to school till my heat period is over.
The old Alpha turned up in my room, believing that since he's my dad, my wolf would regard him that much as to pay attention to him.
"I've told you to accept a girl I'll arrange for you. You need to—" But my eyes were already turning yellow in my chest. Before I knew my dad dashed out. Even my own dad was afraid of me.
I masturbated like hell inside of my room but still I wasn't satisfied. My cock was getting sore from too much stroking. When I couldn't cope with it, I took whips and wiped myself, causing injuries on my bodies, thinking the pain will make the intense desire go away but instead it only tripled.
Whatever I thought to do wasn't working, yet there's nothing I could do.
When the aggression was getting beyond control and words spread around the pack house, the old Alpha gave orders for me to be chained to the bed.
"He could one day escape and betray his secret," I heard him say to the guards while they were chaining me but I couldn't help. Maybe I needed this, especially for Sergio. I didn't want to misbehave before him.
It would have been so risky without the chains as he never stopped visiting under the guise he came to pray for me. He would come sit by the edge of the bed for hours, grabbing my body whenever I began to shake. He would pat me, caress me, then drop light kisses on my forehead and a light one on my lips.
These gestures really calmed me. I wanted to hug him so tight but I was chained to the bed. Since I couldn't, he would lay on me, grabbing me. We would cuddle, remaining this way till late into the evening. Only after I slept off will he return back to his residence.
The week he had an emergency exorcism exercise in the outskirts of the pack and was to stay for the whole week, I went crazy. The chains were too light to grab me. I shifted into my Enigma wolf, and watched as the chains broke before my very eyes.
The pack doctor was urgently alerted to come inject me. Penta was that drug, when injected, my wolf would immediately turn weak, faint and eventually sleepy.
For the meantime, it was the only solution but not for the remaining two weeks of the month.
"Excessive use of it could lead to paralysis." The doctor alerted me on one of his visits. "The best remedy is to find another mate who will be with you during times like this." He wasn't aware I'm an enigma since there was no test that had to withdraw my blood and I wasn't planning to tell him. He wasn't a family member.
"You earnestly need a mate if you love yourself. I wonder why you can't find one, an Alpha like you?" He would keep saying.
If not for the injection, I'm pretty sure he would get a free share of my enigma aggression.
So I stopped thinking about my situation and accepted my fate. The pains. I told myself there was no one out there who could fix what was broken. And even if there was, I didn't want them.
Until the day he showed up.
I knew Padre Sergio was coming. My wolf when I woke up that morning became unusually excited. My dad came in to inform me as well.
"Your priest friend is done with his religious exercise at the outskirts. He told me to let you know he's coming." There was a pause, then a word of caution following. "Don't cause trouble. Be polite."
Be polite. Sure. My wolf treated him differently, the only one he accepted. Within the period before his expected arrival, I was gloomy, irritated with everyone who decided to visit, chasing them off with my furious growls. But my dad remained, watching. My tight face didn't shift him.
Is he afraid I'll hurt Sergio?
Or—
He's suspicious we have something going on?
But when the car pulled into the driveway and Sergio stepped out, the air shifted. My wolf, alert as ever, noticed every single step of his, from the ground floor to the second floor where my room was.