The Rejected Luna and Her Fated Alpha (Werewolf)

Lucas · Bush threw the thick documents in his hand aside and stood up, pinching the bridge of his nose.

　　Yesterday, it rained heavily all night and it hadn't stopped yet. The raindrops fell straight down. Through the blurry glass, he saw a woman with a gray-blue umbrella standing by the flower bed at the entrance of the company.

　　She must have been standing for a while, with more than half of her pant wet, as if waiting for someone.

　　Knock knock.

　　He looked away, "Come in."

　　A slender man walked into the office from outside, "Lucas, what is up?"

　　Seeing Tristan · Stock, Lucas got relaxed. He smelled the pheromones on that werewolf that fascinated him.

　　It could be described as the smell of chamomile, but that was not quite accurate. It was more like the smell after taking a bath with chamomile shower gel, a warm and light scent. However, for some reason, this scent had become extremely faint recently and was almost unnoticeable.

　　He reached out and took the documents that Tristan had handed in this morning, "There are a few unclear parts in your plan. Take it back and revise it."

　　"Could you tell me which part is it?"

　　After getting closer, the chamomile pheromone became even stronger, and in addition, there was a strange, aggressive woody scent mixed in. The combination of the two scents became somewhat distorted.

　　It was not surprising because Tristan was an S-class male werewolf, and such pheromones were considered normal.

　　In general, the pheromones of male werewolves were not as mild as those of female werewolves, and most of them were heavy and aggressive.

　　But Lucas really liked the smell of Tristan's pheromones, no, it should be said, he was infatuated. Almost every time he accidentally smelled it, his whole body relaxed. Even when he was alone at home, he always thought about it.

　　Of course, he also liked Tristan, a strong, handsome and perceptive S-class male werewolf, who had always been his ideal partner.

　　Yes, S-class male werewolf partner.

　　Lucas was a super-gendered werewolf of this era. So, he was born different from ordinary male werewolves. He had abilities stronger than S-class male werewolves and highly aggressive pheromones.

　　He was not the first werewolf of this kind. Researchers called this group of them X-class male werewolves. They were superior to all genders. Their aggressive pheromones could even give S-class male werewolves the ability to reproduce. In addition to pheromones, they were much better than ordinary werewolves in both intelligence and physical fitness. Their presence could be found in almost every upper class in the world.

　　Therefore, all X-class werewolves were born bisexual, and choosing an S-class male werewolf partner was the best choice and had been a long-standing tradition. Female werewolves were too weak and vulnerable for them. So, most X-class male werewolves would prioritize choosing physically strong S-class male werewolves as partners. But a considerable number still chose female werewolves. Lucas was obviously not one of them. He thought that female werewolves were not good enough for him. As the Alpha of the Bush Wolfpack, he must choose the best partner as his Luna.

　　Tristan, an S-class male werewolf, was the Alpha of Stock Wolfpack. He had a beautiful face and a cold and aloof personality, like a proud swan, always looking down on others. But he had the capital for this - coming from a scholarly wolfpack, receiving a good education since childhood, and being intelligent and capable.

　　Almost no one would dislike this beautiful person.

　　Lucas was no exception.

　　But unfortunately, Tristan's sexual orientation was female werewolves, which everyone knew shortly after he joined the company.

　　Lucas put down his pen, "You did a good job, just change these places and it will be almost done."

　　Tristan nodded, "Alright, Lucas." After saying that, he picked up the documents and left without looking back.

　　Staring at the closed door for a while, he shifted his gaze to the window. The rain had become much lighter. He stood up and looked out the window, and the woman with the gray-blue umbrella was still standing downstairs. Lucas exhaled deeply through his nostrils.

　　The rain stopped the next day, and the sunlight outside the window was so bright.

　　Just as Lucas was about to lower the blinds, he saw the woman standing by the flower bed again. She didn't have an umbrella today and was standing straight under the sun. From Lucas's perspective, he could only see a small black dot.

　　Who on earth was she waiting for?

　　Lucas closed the blinds.

　　He went out for lunch in the afternoon, just got out of the elevator and saw people whispering towards the outside of the company.

　　Lucas looked over there and saw Tristan talking to that woman with a displeased expression on his face. The woman seemed anxious, her mouth moving as if she was saying something, and her face was flushed with urgency.

　　"What are they doing?"

　　The gossiping employees were startled when they saw Lucas behind them, "Lucas..."

　　Lucas nodded, looking at the two people outside, and asked, "Who is that person?"

　　The staff also shook their heads in confusion, indicating that they didn't know.

　　"That woman has been standing here since yesterday, seems like she's specifically waiting for Tristan."

　　It was the female werewolf standing by the flower bed. Perhaps she was Tristan's pursuer, looking so weak and ordinary in appearance, just a normal kind of beauty. She was far inferior to the female werewolf who was with Tristan last time, let alone compared to Tristan himself.

　　Lucas glanced at his watch, ready to leave, when he heard someone nearby say, "I heard that seems to be Tristan's Luna..."

　　"What?!"

　　The people present, including Lucas, were all stunned. Because they had never heard Tristan mention that he was married.

　　"Who told you that? Stop joking."

　　The person who was speaking usually likes to gossip in the company. Hearing this, he looked at Lucas, as if he was a little afraid to speak in front of the boss.

　Lucas smiled at her, "It's fine. I also quite like listening to gossip."

　　That person was a bit embarrassed and said vaguely, "Yesterday when she just arrived, she was stopped by security and didn't come in. Security asked her who she was looking for, and she said she was looking for Tristan."

　　"Then the security asked her who she was, and at that time I happened to pass by and heard her say she was Tristan's Luna."

　　"Ah? Impossible, right?"

　　"Tristan was with another female werewolf a few days ago."

　　Lucas frowned and didn't participate in their conversation.

　　When going out, he deliberately approached the direction of the two people. It was better to figure it out by himself than to hear some unfounded things from others.

　　When he was only a few meters away from the two people, his footsteps clearly paused.

　　He smelled the familiar pheromones, the warm scent of chamomile.

　　Different from the usual mixed and light smell, this time it was more intense, hitting his face with a "bang". Lucas's breathing became a bit rapid, his fingertips slightly hot, and he looked up towards the source of the smell.

　　Tristan.

　　No, not him. It was the woman across from him.

　　He didn't know why, but unlike ordinary female werewolves, her pheromones were so faint that they were almost nonexistent. However, Lucas could still clearly smell the fragrance emanating from her body.

　　Lucas sped up.

　　This enticing scent would make him aroused.

　　It turned out that Tristan was just a carrier of that smell, and the real source of the smell was actually the female werewolf.

　　Since this was the case, the female werewolf and Tristan indeed had an extraordinary relationship. Even if she was not his Luna, at least they were living together, otherwise, her body wouldn't be surrounded by that warm and sweet chamomile scent.

　　Remembering that smell, Lucas frowned, feeling a bit like cursing.

　　After work, Lucas went straight back to his parents' place.

　　Today, his big brother rarely didn't stay in the laboratory and returned home to have dinner with them.

　　When Lucas entered, they were sitting in the living room chatting.

　　His mother put down the cup in her hand and asked him, "Have you had a physical examination this month?"

　　"Not yet. I am going to do it tomorrow."

　　"Okay."

　　The physical examination was a routine check for every adult X-class werewolf without a partner every month. X-class werewolves accumulated a lot of pheromones in their bodies very quickly. If they didn't release them for a long time, it would have adverse effects on their bodies, such as being unable to control pheromones or becoming a beast with only sex and aggression in their minds.

　　This examination was actually to extract the excess pheromones from their bodies to prevent them from engaging in dangerous behaviors.

　　In summary, although the X-class werewolf had strong abilities and high-quality genes, it also posed the greatest threat.

　　In order to control the X-class werewolf population and maximize their value, every X-level werewolf in the country who was over twelve years old would be sent to the same school.

　　The school provided them with even deeper mental health education than ordinary schools.

　　Strictly speaking, it was actually a bit like brainwashing.

　　Of course, this was also a sacrifice that had to be made for the whole country.

　　Therefore, in a sense, a X-class werewolf actually had a much stronger sense of morality than ordinary ones.

　　On the other hand, Tristan had just returned home from the company.

　　As soon as he opened the door, he saw his nominal Luna coming out of the kitchen, smiling at him with a curved corner of her mouth, "Tristan, you're back."

　　Tristan averted his gaze and nodded, holding back his anger as he handed the coat he had taken off to the female werewolf. However, as she passed by him, he smelled a strong pheromone on her.

　　Tristan frowned, "You didn't take the suppressants?"

　　The woman hesitated for a moment, not looking into Tristan's eyes: "Yes I did."

　　Tristan seemed relieved and walked straight into the room. With a "bang", he closed the door and locked it.

　　The woman stood still, with her hands clasped together, feeling a numb and dull pain in her heart.

　　She always knew that Tristan was very dissatisfied with their marriage.

　　A year ago, she married Tristan under his parents' arrangement. Tristan's parents were both working in the city, while her own family was just an ordinary family in a small town.

　　Logically, he couldn't match up to Tristan. But by a stroke of luck, Tristan's parents found out that she was Tristan's destined Luna.

　　The attraction between werewolves depended on the compatibility of their pheromones. If they could reach 80%, it was considered extremely high, let alone 100% fated partners.

　　Highly compatibility partners not only helped control pheromones for both parties, but could even produce higher quality offspring.

　　Tristan's parents valued this and forcefully arranged her marriage with Tristan. It was no wonder that Tristan was dissatisfied with this marriage, as he had only met her a few times and had no affection for her.

　　After the meal was ready, she knocked on the study door, "Tristan, dinner is ready."

　　After a while, Tristan finally came out of the room.

　　He sat across from the woman, but the she kept putting food on his plate.

　　Annoyed, he bit his teeth and flicked the fork away when the woman reached over again. The food fell onto the table.

　　The woman paused with the fork in her hand and heard Tristan say, "You don't need to serve me food."

　　"Okay, alright."

　　Watching her keep her head down without saying a word, Tristan knew that his behavior was hurtful, but he didn't care.

　　This woman's name was Rebecca · Stewart. It was said that her pheromones matched his perfectly, making them a rare match made in heaven. However, Tristan never believed in "fate" or "goddess" and couldn't understand why his parents would ask him to marry this werewolf with whom he couldn't even have a common topic of conversation.

He only wanted to choose the right one for marriage. Being together for pheromones like this was even more frustrating than getting married after a one-night stand and having a child.

　　His heart became more and more irritable, and he thought of what happened this morning.

　　Suddenly, he put down his knife and said, "How many times have I told you not to go to my company? Why won't you listen?"

　　In fact, he found her waiting at the company's entrance when it rained yesterday. He managed to escape, but he didn't expect her to come again today. It's really annoying just looking at her.

　　Rebecca bit the meat in her mouth and said, "But, Tristan, you haven't been home for almost a week, and I can't contact you... I'm really worried about you."

　　"I'm not a child, do you need to worry about me?" Recently, Tristan's high school ex-girlfriend contacted him. He wanted to release the pheromones triggered by Rebecca, so he stayed with that girl all the time, which was much more comfortable than being at home.

　　He took a few bites, not wanting to face Rebecca's annoying face any longer, and went back into his study without looking back, "Don't bother me if there's nothing important."

　　Rebecca was left alone at the table for a while.

　　Around 11 o'clock, Tristan sat at his desk with sore eyes and was about to take a break when he heard a knock on the door.

　　As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a strong scent of chamomile.

　　His heart skipped a beat, and he tightened his grip on the door handle to close it, but the female werewolf outside had already slipped in with a sideways movement.

　　Tristan gasped and looked at the unrecognizable blushing female werewolf in front of him and said, "Get out."

　　But Rebecca didn't move, instead she hesitated to speak, "Tristan, your mom called today..." She lowered her head, her hands nervously gripping her pants, "She asked when we could have a child..."

　　Tristan clenched his teeth tightly, controlling himself from pouncing on her. It had to be said that high matching pheromones could indeed drive people crazy, especially those of a female werewolf in heat. Just a light sniff made Tristan's penis erect. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is this the reason why you don't take suppressants?"

　　Rebecca was startled, "No!"

　　Her body was trembling as she quickly explained, "The doctor said that using suppressants again might cause pheromone disorder, and I might go into heat irregularly."

　　She clamped her legs together, reaching out to grab the corner of Tristan's clothes, "Tristan, mark me, please... I really can't stand it anymore..."

　　Tristan clenched his fists, and due to the influence of pheromenon, he felt that Rebecca was more tempting than ever.

　　Tristan felt his heart beating very fast, and he held his breath, not daring to look at her face again.

　　He grabbed her collar and threw her out of the door, not caring about the female werewolf who was still in heat, and slammed the door shut tightly.

　　He could not have sex with this female werewolf.

　　Rebecca barely supported herself against the door, her body trembling uncomfortably. The lack of a partner's pheromones during her mating season was unbearably painful. She pounded on the door, begging, "Tristan, please..."

　　"Tristan, I really feel so uncomfortable, please. I will take contraceptive pills, please let me in..."

　　Unfortunately, her partner had never been a soft-hearted person. She shouted until her voice became hoarse, but there was no movement inside the door. And he was not even willing to give her a little bit of pheromones.

　　She had no choice but to lean on the wall and walk to the bathroom, taking a cold-water shower to pour on her burning body. But even this could not relieve the desire brought by the hear period. She touched her clitoris and inserted her fingers into her pussy, biting her teeth and thrusting.

　　Her husband had never touched her.

　　At their first time, she just took off her clothes and her husband left. He said her body was too thin and weak, making him feel no desire.

　　Later, when her heat period came, she almost induced Tristan to her into heat as well, but Tristan still refused to touch her and forced her to take the suppressants.

　　Since then, she had to wear a suppression patch in front of Tristan and rely on suppressants to get through her mating season.

　　She once imagined that her husband would be a gentleman who would give her enough security to spend her heat period at ease, without having to use suppressants that would cause negative effects.

　　But now it was completely impossible.

　　Her husband didn't like her.

　　Her body shuddered violently as she reached orgasm. However, her body temperature still couldn't decrease, and the gland area felt as if it was being fried repeatedly in a pan.

　　She barely made it to the bedroom, looked at the empty bed, and eventually took out the suppressant syringe.

　　She skillfully inserted it into a vein in her arm and injected the liquid.

　　Since that incident, Lucas always had an indescribable feeling when looking at Tristan.

　　He knew the name Tristan several years ago when the company had just started to take off. At that time, he heard that a good newcomer had joined, but he didn't pay much attention to this person.

　　But in just a few years, he was promoted to deputy general manager of the department. Once they had a meeting, he saw Tristan, and his first impression was the smell on him, followed by his face.

　　In the world of X-class male werewolves, they were very sensitive to smells and could sniff various pheromones every day.