Chapter 9 Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks Feral attraction in the midst of hatred... Comfort!

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Ryan followed Philip inside and did a quick sweep with his eyes. "Impressive." He mumbled. The room was big and classy. Though it surprised Ryan that he'd been assigned such a room, he didn't question it. Maybe they'd realized that he'd been truthful after all. Why else would Philip address him as prof? "So...do I take it you're all werewolves?" Ryan asked, his face expressionless.

"I thought you didn't know who we were." Philip retorted. "Isn't that what you told the men who brought you in?"

"Dude, get real. Of course, I've always thought creatures like werewolves didn't exist. I mean hey...I live in the real world. Then last night, Mean man...Jeremy bites me and I turn into a wolf. Hello-o-o. I'm not stupid."

"I forgot you have four PHDs. Sorry Prof." Philip laughed. "I guess your world is not that real after all."

"So you did google me. Thank God. Does that mean I can go?" Ryan looked hopeful.

"I will leave that for Mean man...Jeremy to answer when he's ready to talk." Philip said with an amused smile. "And yes I googled you. And Prof, you look rather young for your age."

"Hmmm. I get that a lot." Ryan replied and suddenly got a worried look on his face. "Listen, Philip, I hope your man...Jeremy can undo whatever he did to me. Because...I don't know how to describe it." He sighed. "I can feel something within me. I won't turn into a wolf again by any chance, will I? You people have to fix me before I leave."

Philip silently cursed his alpha in his head. The right thing was for Jeremy to have, first of all, told Ryan about their world, and then gotten his consent to turn him before biting him. Now the man obviously didn't have a clue about what was happening to him. Philip didn't even want to begin going into the entire werewolf, mate-to-the-alpha thing. He would leave that to Jeremy himself to handle as he should have done in the first place. The professor actually expected them to undo his were nature and let him go. Philip suppressed a groan.

"Jeremy will handle it," Philip said firmly.

"You sure about that? Why does he hate me so much?" Ryan asked, not bothering to mention Jeremy's name. "I just don't understand. All the cruel things he did to me... I don't think all that is just because I trespassed is it? God, I'm tired." He groaned, turning to look at the big inviting bed longingly. "Can I go ahead and take a shower?" He asked, looking at his dirty body.

"Sure. There are jeans and t-shirts in here." Philip said, stepping into the big walk-in closet. "The jeans might be slightly bigger but you can use them for now. Just leave your jeans in the laundry basket inside the bathroom. There's body cream and deodorant spray in here but don't use them."

"Why not?" Ryan asked, curious.

Philip raised an eyebrow in surprise at Ryan's question. Then he laughed softly. He really wasn't used to being questioned but he knew it was only to be expected from a college professor.

"Know what? I'll keep them till I feel it's okay for you to use them." Philip said as he picked up the items off the dresser in the room. The last thing he wanted was to mask Ryan's scent from his stubborn mate. Philip wanted Ryan's scent to assail Jeremy's senses till he was going out of his mind with desire for his mate. Maybe that would do the trick...bring their alpha back. "If you want to get in touch with me, just dial three on your intercom and you'll get me."

"Can I use the phone to make a call?" Ryan asked.

"I'm sorry but you can't," Philip said gruffly.

"Well, can you please give me your cell phone to make..." Ryan trailed off when he saw Philip shaking his head apologetically. "Oh. I suppose I'm a prisoner then." He said quietly.

"Sorry." Philip rasped. He hated the position Jeremy had placed him in. "Your food will be sent up in..." He looked at his wristwatch. "Thirty minutes. So that has to be a quick shower." He murmured, looking pointedly at Ryan's dirty jeans.

Ryan blushed and quickly turned towards what he assumed was the door to the bathroom.

"Wrong door." Philip's voice stopped him in his tracks. "It's that one." He pointed to the other door in the room.

"Where does this one lead to?" Ryan asked curiously.

"Jeremy's bedroom," Philip said and quickly turned to leave the room, knowing he was going to burst into laughter if he lingered for even one more second. The incredulous look on Ryan's face was comical.

Ryan stared at the closed door and felt a shiver run down his spine. He couldn't help but think his days were numbered. There was actually a connecting door between his and the wicked asshole's rooms? Ryan didn't have any hope of survival as he knew that Jeremy was definitely going to kill him in his sleep.

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In the adjoining room, the Alpha of Stanwood Pack, who was still under the control of the deadly and ruthless Ojah spirit, paced as if he was going crazy. And it was all because of his angry annoying wolf. The wolf wanted them to go and be with the hunter. But that was the last thing Jeremy wanted to do. His lust for the hunter was increasing by the minute and that pissed the alpha off to no end. He could actually smell him through the door and his dick had remained constantly hard as though he had priapism. He wanted the man so bad. Usually, after every run, he got so sexually charged that he fucked one or two of his numerous girls. This time, however, the urge was a hundred times worse because he'd found his mate. He would have called one of his women but his damn wolf wouldn't allow him to be with anybody besides his mate. The alpha was going out of his mind with need. He paced like an angry bull.

By evening, he was ready to kill.