The Chosen One

It all began three months ago, on the night of my 23rd birthday. Everything was amazing: the birthday party my pack threw for me, the wild night with the humans, the presents, the women... oh, the women. Anyway, everything was perfect.

Until I went to sleep.

FLASHBACK

I was walking through a forest that looked magical, to say the least. But what caught my attention most was that the only sound I could hear was running water, and nothing else. The sound wasn’t just ordinary either. It was like an enchanting song, pulling me toward the source of the splashes as if I had a rope tied around me.

Surrounded by breathtaking natural beauty, I’m speechless as I take in the enchanting forest and its trees, which are more vibrant and lush than I’ve ever seen. My feet seem to have a mind of their own, following paths that are almost too beautiful to be real.

Flowers I’ve never laid eyes on before, with massive petals that are silkier than anything I’ve ever seen, tiny ones that display so many colors they outshine the rainbow, stunning leaves that cover the lush green grass like a magical, ancient carpet, and towering trees, breathtaking beyond words.

My feet halt when my eyes lock onto the source of the hypnotic song.

On the river.

It looks like liquid gold, with flowers stretching along its length showcasing large white petals and drops of gold liquid dripping onto the green grass. Butterflies of all sizes and colors flutter by, jumping from one flower to another as if playing catch.

Can butterflies play catch?

My mind erases the question, slipping into panic and awe—I can multitask like that—when I see the creature beside the golden river.

A huge, massive, charcoal-black wolf is gracefully drinking from the golden river, looking more majestic than anything I’ve ever seen. I didn’t realize wolves could drink water so gracefully or appear so incredibly majestic while doing it, but after all, it’s a dream, and in dreams, anything is possible.

P.S. Now I know that I should’ve pushed him into the river and let him drown, but yeah, too little, too late.

I didn’t even breathe, so I think he already knew I was there because he didn’t seem to so much as flinch when he turned and saw me.

I did flinch, though. Now that he’s on all fours... yeah. I think he’s at least 12 feet tall.

But the fear is quickly replaced by awe when I look into his magnificent eyes.

A blue-grey so vivid that it appears surreal. It seems as if the colors are dancing, shifting between grey and blue, and God is my witness, I’ve never seen a brighter blue.

“Xenos.” I heard powerful voices—Alpha voices—, but none compares to his. It’s deep and silvery, clear yet husky, making my name sound different to my own ears.

But wait. Can wolves talk in their form?

“What am I doing here? What’s this place?” I manage to ask after I come back from my daze, and he sits on his back paws, examining me without saying a word.

I’m growing annoyed at how he looks at me as if I’m beneath him, and also because he doesn’t respond.

Patience isn’t my strong suit.

But how do you show anger when facing a 12-foot-tall wolf? Here’s the answer: you can’t. You simply don’t.

Best-case scenario, you do what I did: use sarcasm. It’s still dumb, but nobody ever said I was smart.

“I know I’m handsome, but you’re not my type. I don’t play for that team. So, could you answer my questions so we can both go our separate ways?” I even throw a big fake smile at the end.

“You need to learn your place, boy!” Okay, I will admit that the very, very, very deep, commanding, and scary voice made my heart stop for a second, but my tongue itched.

As usual.

“The place where I’m now? No can do. You wouldn’t tell me.” I suppress a burst of laughter when I see his muzzle dropping open, but he soon recovers from his shock and growls. (That was scary, but I won’t ever admit it.)

“For the name of Me, why you?!” I think we’ve got ourselves a big, scary, crazy wolf.

“Mr. Wolf, I should head back home. Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t be so happy if they found out I’m talking to strangers,” I say with a fake smile and fake cheery voice, and he looks at me with his grey-blue eyes like I just grew another head and a few extra tails.

Well, he’s the one who acts and talks all crazy.

I turn around to leave, but again, a scary growl stops me in my tracks.

Maybe I’m pushing it.

Just maybe.

I turn back around and am greeted by a 13-foot-tall wolf. Is it just me, or does he seem to grow bigger as he gets angrier?

Even though I’m a very curious person, I don’t think I necessarily need to know that information, so I decide to stay quiet.

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? ” Damn, the guy can growl. His voice echoed through the whole forest. Literally.

“I did ask you, but you never gave me an answer. And now, I’m not sure I want to find out anymore.” Can wolves roll their eyes? I didn’t know that. But apparently, he can.

I make a note to myself to ask him that. I bet it’ll piss off Dad.

“And they say that gods don’t suffer,” He says, with a hint of frustration, and I hold back a laugh.

I’m not that suicidal.

“Have you heard of Apollo Lykaios?” he asks in a deep, possibly smug voice, and I look at him, trying to rummage through my brain.

History classes.

I should’ve paid more attention, but it’s not my fault that Laura has a D cup. I mean, no normal human being, or supernatural, for that matter, would be able to concentrate with those kinds of breasts next to hi--

“I asked you a question!” The big wolf interrupts my sweet memory of Laura, and I sigh in defeat.

“No. Never heard about the guy.” He looks at me, shocked, and I look at him, puzzled.

Who the hell is the guy? Ask me about Christopher Columbus. That I know. Well, not everything and not every detail, but... a few things.

“The God of Wolves.” He states proudly, and I give him a thumbs up.

“Cool! But I’m pretty sure the guy doesn’t know me, so I’m pretty sure he’d be okay if we don’t give a crap about each other,” I say as I carefully look around to see if there’s any magic door, tunnel, or exit sign—anything that can get me out of here.

“He does know you!” Now it’s my turn to look at him, shocked.

The God of Wolves knows me?

How cool is that?

“You’re looking at him, genius!” he snaps, rolling his eyes again. I glance at him, then lean to the side to look behind him. It’s hard to believe him. He looks the part, but his crazy talk makes me doubt it.

“Just making sure that no one else is around. No offense,” I say and raise my hands apologetically, and his head drops in surrender, and again, I resist the urge to burst out laughing.

“Now, could you tell me what I’m doing here, your… majesty?” I managed to make him growl again, but this time, I didn’t want to.

But how am I supposed to know how to address the God of Wolves? He’s not a king. Maybe I should have asked. Well, it’s too late now.

“Let’s get this over with!” That’s actually a pretty good idea, so I stay silent, give him an agreeing look, and a thumbs up, not wanting to drag this out more than necessary.

“You’ve been chosen,” he says in a deep, husky voice, making me double over in laughter.

The chosen one!

“S-So-rry.” My voice cracks as I wipe away tears amid the hysterical laughter.

“These will be a rough couple of hundred years.” He says like he’s in pain, and I do my best to stop laughing, but he’s making it hard for me.

The face he’s making... goddamn, it’s hilarious.

After a couple of minutes of him staring me down and me laughing my ass off, I managed to stop.

“Sorry, but you can’t blame me. You see, there’s a movie where this guy says-- ”

“SHUT UP!” And I do.

The golden river literally started shaking, and his roar echoed through the forest once again, but this time louder.

It might have cracked a few tree trunks. My eardrums too, but I suck it up.

“As I said, you’ve been chosen. The Universe chose you. Maybe you’ve wondered why your fur is pure gold, why you’re bigger and stronger than every other wolf, or why you don’t have an inner wolf.” He looks at me expectantly, and I shake my head.

“No, not really. I mean, I love the attention—chicks practically come from other countries to see me, check if they’re my mate, everyone fears me, and that makes wonders to my ego, but… yeah. No. Not really.” Now, all that’s left in his grey-blue eyes is exasperation.

Well, he asked. Not my fault he doesn’t like the answer.

“Anyway, you’ve been chosen, and I’ve been cursed,” he says as a sad fact, and I bite my inner cheek to suppress my laughter.

“Meaning?” I ask for more info, and he sighs, then turns around to head back to the amazing river.

After he drinks some water and calms down, he turns around.

“Meaning that I’ll be watching you. We’ll be one. Do you know how others have their spirit animal? Their inner wolf? You have to know that! Please tell me you know that!” He practically begs me to tell him that I know that.

What the actual fuck?

“I’m not stupid, of course, I know that! Just because I don’t have one, it doesn’t mean I don’t kn--I KNOW!” Now he’s getting on my nerves.

“Well, god, wolf, human, and every other entity never knows with you, so I had to ask. But as I was saying, the Universe chose to curse me by making me your… guardian.” The last word seemed like it hurt him to say it. He even closed his eyes. And I chuckle.

Couldn’t help it.

“And as you know, the others don’t really communicate with their wolf, not verbally. They sense each other and feel what the other feels, but don’t talk. Well, unfortunately, we’ll be able to do that. All the time. And I’ll be watching over you… all the time.” He sighs deeply, as if feeling sorry for himself.

Are all gods-- never mind.

“So you can hear what I’m thinking? And see my every move?”

“Yes. As I said. Unfortunately!” he emphasizes, and now I’m praying to the Goddess that if this isn’t a dream, at least it’s some figment of my imagination. Better crazy than having an audience while I fuck.

“So let me get this straight. You’ll know when I’ll jerk off? Or fuck?” I ask, terrified, because I don’t do threesomes. Okay, I do threesomes but with two women.

But, it wouldn’t be like he would really be there… but he’ll be in my head, and--

“You’re disgusting! And no, I’ll go away! I refuse to witness that!” he says with disgust in his voice, and I think he also gagged.

“But what if some chick tries to suffocate me with her boobs? You said you’d guard me. How will you do it if you’re gone?” I ask as I barely suppress my laughter, and he sighs heavily in defeat. Again.

“I always sense when you’re in danger. But if that happens, I’m seriously considering not interfering.”

“I want another guardian,” I say firmly, and he rolls his eyes.

“And I want to guard someone else. But here we are. And I’m the damn God of Wolves! Do you have any idea what an honor this is?! Anyone else would kill to be guarded by me! This happens once in thousands of years!” he yells, exasperated.

I have a feeling that he’s going to flip soon.

“Damnnn, I’m special! I knew it!” I fist bump the air, and he groans and shakes his head, causing his jet-black fur to ripple. Damn, that’s some beautiful fur.

“Go. Just go. Just... go!” Now he sounds painfully defeated, as if he wants to get rid of me and throw himself a pity party.

“I would, but it’s not like I have a GPS, and I don’t quite know the neighborhood. So, a little guidance, maybe?” An evil grin spreads across his face as he moves closer and closer, and I look at him warily.

Maybe this would be the time to run?

No, he wouldn’t.

I’m the freaking chosen one.

I curse my decision as he growls at me, and now, even if I wanted to run, I can’t.

I’m frozen.

Well, Goddess, please forgive my sins— all of them. Especially that time when I was with Kelly at that party, and she made me d-- before I could finish my prayer, he hits me with his huge, damn paw, throwing me through the air and knocking the air out of my lungs. But before I fall, I wake up, all sweaty, in my room.

That was a close one.

Nasty dream.

#It wasn’t a dream!# Someone’s voice startles me, and I look around the room to see who’s here, but there’s nobody else.

“Did that happen for real?” I ask myself aloud.

*Yes, you idiot!* I realize that it’s the same voice from my dream, and my heart begins pounding.

“I’m going crazy? I’m hearing voices, of course, I’m going crazy! I’m crazy!” And talking to myself confirms it.

*You’re not going crazy! I’m Apollo Lykaios, the God of wolves, your guardian. Now, calm down before you have a heart attack! Dear sweet Me!*

“Dear sweet what?” I ask, confused.

#I’m a god. So figure it out!# I think for a minute, and then it hits me!

Dear sweet God!

“Ain’t someone full of themselves?” I ask as I roll my eyes—narcissistic God.

#Shut up and go to sleep. I need some quiet time. I need to grieve,# he commands in a hurt voice, making me chuckle.

I have to admit that his idea is a good one, but I wouldn’t be myself if I listened. So, I get up, and, singing, I go to take a shower. I’m very sweaty.

#You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?# He asks with a growl, and I smile broadly, pleased that I managed to irritate him. But he deserves it. He nearly killed me, for Goddess’s sake.

“I would never!” I say as if his allegation hurts me, but I can’t help but smile.

*Stop smiling like an idiot! I can see you and sense your moods.* Well, I should’ve expected that.

Not that I care.

So, I roll my eyes and finish my shower.

“By the way, how did you manage to roll your eyes? I can’t do that when I’m a wolf.”

#I’m not gonna tell you! You don’t deserve to know!#

“I’ll go to sleep if you’ll tell me. If not, I just might listen to loud rock music. Have you heard of AC/DC?” I ask in a mischievous voice and wiggle my eyebrows, and he growls.

#First of all, I’m immortal, which means I’ve been around for a while, so yes, I know who AC/DC is. Second... okay, fine, we have a deal.# I fist bump the air, and I swear I can hear him rolling his eyes.

___End of flashback___

And folks, that was the night I met my guardian.

The most infuriatingly stubborn god there is.

#For the name of Me! How many times do I have to tell you that I can hear your thoughts?#

And narcissistic. I reply in my head because I can’t really talk to him out loud in public.

#Look who’s talking!# I want to roll my eyes, but I’m interrupted by a brutal hit to the head. I turn around and see Connor, my future Beta, and most annoying best friend.

#Thanks for warning me,# I say sarcastically as I pick up the football my Beta threw at me.

#Sorry, been too busy with some annoyingly stubborn, narcissistic kid,# He replies with a voice that’s literally dripping sarcasm.

#Ha. Ha. Funny!#

“Xen!” Connor calls my name, the shortened version which not many have the right to use, pulling me from my conversation with Apollo when he decides to launch himself at me, taking me in a man hug, almost throwing us both to the ground.

“Connor!” I greet him in a fake, excited voice as I detach him from me, but I can’t help but smile at the excitement on his face.

He’s too bubbly for his own good. No one would guess he’s actually a strong Beta. Sure, he’s 6 ft 3 inches tall, has broad shoulders, and a muscular body, but his personality is like that of a 10-year-old.

“Sorry for hitting you. But I thought you’d see it coming,” he says as he combs his brown hair with his fingers, making sure that it stays away from his golden brown eyes.

It doesn’t. It never does. And he hates it, but he refuses to cut it. Yes, that’s Connor, for you.

“Yeah, well, Apollo and I had a little argument, and he decided to let me get killed.” Connor is the only one who knows about Apollo. I’m still trying to figure out how to tell my parents about him without risking being sent to a mental institution.

#Once a drama queen, always a drama queen,# Apollo says loudly, knowing damn well that I hate it. But I can’t really blame him. I yell when we’re alone and he pisses me off.

#And say hello to Connor for me.# His voice is calm and almost cheerful, like it always is when he talks to anyone else but me.

“And he says hello.” I deliver Apollo’s greetings, and Connor starts waving his hand in front of my face as if he’s in my eyes.

Okay, he is in me, but still! No, that sounded wrong. He’s not in me. No one and nothing is in me. He’s--

#Stop it, or you’ll end up hurting yourself,# Apollo mocks, and I roll my eyes.

“Connor, you don’t have to do that. For the umpteenth time, he can hear you.”

“Yes, but I want him to see me, too,” He says as he goes around the car, and we both get in.

“He sees you as well.” However, even if I repeat this to him daily, it’s as if his memory is erased overnight, and in the morning, he does it again.

I’m starting to think that he sided with Apollo, and he’s doing it on purpose just to drive me insane.

#Why can’t he be the chosen one?# Apollo says in a melancholic voice, and I smile widely.

#Apollo, you’re hurting my feelings. You’re saying I’m not good enough for you?# I ask teasingly as I start the engine of my Lamborghini Urus and drive toward campus.

“So, excited for school?” Connor asks enthusiastically, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re talking as if it’s the first day.”

“Every day is a first day. The first day of the rest of our lives,” he replies cheerfully, and I choose to ignore his overly cheerful comment and turn on the music, knowing this will quiet him.

With him singing, Apollo complaining that Connor is a terrible singer, and I should turn off the music, we arrived at school.

Finally!

“I have to go and talk with Dave. Catch you later,” I lie as I park the car, get out, then run.

He’s too happy in the morning.

#No, you’re too grumpy.# I don’t even bother to answer him. I head to my first class.

I’m suddenly abducted by someone and dragged into the janitor’s closet, then abused by the person who’s currently my girlfriend.

I was planning on dumping her, but I guess I can wait another day. I mean, who can say no to a blowjob?

#My cue to go!# Apollo says while he growls in disgust. What does he know anyway?

#Yeah… I’m just a clueless, immortal god. What do I know?# He says with a defeated growl, then goes.

“Missed me?” She whispers against our kiss, and I grab her hair, pulling her head back, kissing her neck, biting the sensitive skin, and filling the small room with her moans.

“I missed your mouth.” I’m not a liar, so I can’t really say I missed her.

She pulls away from my grip and kneels in front of me while she unbuttons my jeans hastily as if she can’t wait for a second longer to get to my dick.

Her eagerness and the little light that filters through the small window and falls on her small face and plump lips are enough to make my dick throb and leak.

A groan escapes my throat as she frees my dick and takes me in her mouth, twirling her tongue around my tip, then starts bobbing her head up and down my length.

My head tilts back when she tries to take me all in, but unfortunately, she can’t do it, so my dick hits her throat and she gags.

I may be the proud owner of a very big and thick dick, and unfortunately, nobody managed to give me a deepthroat.

Good for my ego, bad for my dick.

“Faster, baby… faster,” I urge, and like a good girl, she listens and goes faster.

The end isn’t near, but I close my eyes and focus, not wanting to stay here for the rest of the class.

Out of nowhere, a deliciously sensational scent fills my nostrils, and my whole body shivers with delight.

What the Hell is that?

My dick throbs to the point where for a second I thought it will explode, a wave of pure ecstasy floods my body, heating every fiber in my being, and without any warning whatsoever, after I inhale the second time the scent of fresh Oakmoss, the earthy, woody, and sensual with hints of musk and amber scents, I come violently hard inside my girlfriend’s mouth.

A deep growl escapes my throat as the intense pleasure shatters my body, sending me flying into worlds unknown to anyone.

“HOLY FUCK!” Even after my dick stops releasing the hot strings of cum in her mouth, my body continues convulsing, and the climax keeps ripping my dick.

Jesus fucking Christ!

“Why didn’t you warn me? You know I hate it when you finish in my mouth!” She complains, but I’m still in shock to pay her any attention.

What was that?

What happened?

I quickly fasten my jeans and leave without saying a word, then try to follow the scent, but I lose it after turning the first corner.

FUCK!

#Apollo, did you smell that scent?# I wait and wait, but he doesn’t answer.

#APOLLO!#

#Oh, you finished your morning ritual,# He says mockingly, slash disgustedly, and I roll my eyes.

#I asked you a question. Did you smell that?#

#Sorry, I was gone. No porn for me. At least not with some random girl with low self-esteem who falls into the first male genital organ she sees.# I can’t help but laugh at his choice of words.

#It’s called a dick, Apollo!# I say while I slowly enter my class, hoping nobody will see me.

#I know what it’s called, genius! Now shut up and pay attention!# Apollo replies angrily as I take a seat in the back.

#Can we make a deal? You pay attention in my place, and I’ll take a nap? I’m really exhausted.# Let’s just say that since Apollo is my guardian, I’m a straight-A student.

#No. Not this time. Actually, I’ll consider it when you’ll stop screwing around like a whore!# As if.

But I appreciate the colorful vocabulary. He learns slowly but surely.

#You do know that you’re living in my head and I can make your life a living Hell, right?# I threaten him, and he growls in frustration.

#And you do know that I live in your head and I can make your life a living Hell, right?# He copies me, but in this game, I’m better than him.

#Yes, but I can get rid of you. You can’t.# He knows I’m talking about sex, and he gags.

He says I should keep myself for my mate, but I’m going on 23, and who knows when I’ll meet her? I won’t jerk off for years. Besides, I want to taste all flavors until I settle on one for the rest of my life.

Okay, I might have been with women of every ethnicity, but still. A repeat wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Yes, I should be more patient and hope to find my mate sooner so I can take the Alpha title, but... I’m not.

I enjoy my freedom.

#And besides, I’m learning from you. What you know, I know, and what I know, you know. And you like this shit.# He actually knows all that. I caught him once when I wasn’t in school for almost two weeks, and when I came back, we had a test, and he knew all the answers. I mean, I shouldn’t have been surprised because he’s a god, after all.

#First of all, I have absolutely nothing to learn from you. Second... I guess it’s worth it. One hour without your annoying voice.# Smiling and satisfied that I won, I lean back in my chair and drift into a peaceful sleep.

But one question haunts me.

What was that delicious scent?