World of Werewolves

I opened my eyes to stare at a wooden ceiling, clearly different from the cemented one I’d gotten used to waking up to.

Huh?

I got up to sit on the bed, the moment being too quick for my brain, making me dizzy for a second.

With a pounding head and an almost bursting bladder, I stood up, stumbling for a second.

Woah, I think I grew a foot taller overnight.

I steadied myself, trying to grow accustomed to my new eye level and made my way towards the bathroom.

I had no idea how I knew where the bathroom was, considering the fact that I had never been to this room before.

I tottered upon tons of glass bottles on the way there, explaining why I had a headache.

What the hell? How can I get so drunk that I don’t even remember drinking?

I entered the bathroom and relieved myself as the pounding in my head reduced.

That’s when I started taking my surroundings into consideration.

Where am I?

Did I go drinking somewhere?

Why do I suddenly feel so tall?

Was my penis always this big?

What the hell did I even do last night?

Wait...last night...was Saturday!

Saturday meant me, in my bed, with my webtoons that I saved up all week to read at once.

So there’s no way I’d willingly leave my house to waste money on alcohol on a Saturday night.

That means....

I’ve been kidnapped.

Oh shit.

I almost pissed myself in panic (quite literally) but calmed down after realising I didn’t seem to have any chains or cuffs on me.

Okay, Great. Now I just need to figure out a way to get out.

I quickly washed my hands and was about dash out when I caught sight of someone in the mirror, enticing a scream from me as I leapt away from the mirror and fell on my butt.

Who the hell was that?!

I turned around to glare at the pervert who had been watching me pee but I was the only one in the bathroom.

Is that a two-way mirror or...

I slowly got back up and saw my reflection in the mirror.

But it wasn’t my own.

I wasn’t so freaking gorgeous with black curls and high cheekbones with pretty blue eyes.

I examined the face and then looked down at my body, lifting up the shirt to my chest.

This. This is definitely not me.

I didn’t have drool-worthy abs or a body that looked craved by God themselves with a big wolf tattooed on its chest.

My potato figure cannot even be compared to this sexy model one.

No matter how handsome I wished to be, the only way I could ever become someone so beautiful would be....

...in my dreams. Yes, this must be a dream.

Dreaming about handsome men like this one wasn’t my first, though it never had been this realistic nor was I the handsome one.

I sighed in relief that I wasn’t kidnapped and decided to go back to sleep (in my dream) and wake up to the real world where I would be sleeping in my own dormitory, in my own bed, with my roommate Jake trying to wake me up.

With that satisfactory conclusion, I opened the door to the bathroom and was about to make my way out when I froze.

There was someone else on the bed.

There was a woman.

A naked woman.

“Took you long enough.” She said with an eye roll while she got out of the bed, “I was about to barge in myself but then I heard you scream. Thought you encountered a roach or something.”

I just stayed there, rigid and shocked as the girl walked towards me.

First a sexy man, now a naked woman? The Bi inside me is quacking.

She stood a foot away from me with a concerned frown, “What’s with that expression? Are you okay, Rayvon?”

Now it was my turn to frown.

Rayvon? Who the fuck is Rayvon?

′Who the fuck are you?!′

I jumped when a voice boomed in my head all of a sudden. A really animalistic voice.

“Who said that?” I asked uncertainly, my eyes scanning the room in search of the source.

The woman’s frown turned confused, “What do you mean? No one said anything?”

My frown deepened.

This dream is taking a weird turn and I don’t like where it is heading.

′I asked who the fuck you are??′

The voice roared in my head again and I panicked.

“Ma’am, can you leave, I-uh, I need to do something urgently.” I quickly spluttered, as I could almost see a huge wolf pacing in my mind.

How did this dream go from a hot threesome to a creepy paranormal?

The woman looked confused but didn’t say anything and left the room after getting dressed.

I closed the door and slid down, crashing my head in my palms.

What the hell is happening?

This is too realistic to be a dream.

Why is there a wolf inside my head?

′Why is there a wolf inside your head?!′

That same voice screamed and this time I saw it clearly.

The wolf I briefly imagined in my head was speaking.

′You! YOU are the one who got inside my body! Rayvon’s body!!′

Okay what?

I pinched myself to make sure this was definitely not a dream.

′Now you’re even touching his body! You filthy creature! How can you even dare to touch my body! Argh!′

I stopped pinching ‘his’ body and thought about my situation for a second.

So.... I’m someplace unknown, in someone else’s body with a crazy voice inside my head.

And if this was not a dream... Then it sounds like a case of...

Reincarnation!

I had my fair share of reincarnation stories in my teens and I knew how shit worked in those kind of stories. But there was one thing common in them all.

I thought we were supposed to die before getting reincarnated!? Most preferably in a truck accident. And the location exclusively being Japan or South Korea.

I wasn’t even there! I was studying in one of the colleges in America as a foreign student for theatre.

And I didn’t die! I was reading webtoons that night and fell asleep.

Did I die in my sleep??!

I mean sure my sleeping schedule was a mess and my body worked on caffeine and mostly junk food, but that couldn’t be a good enough reason for me to just die, right?

Right...Maybe........Hopefully.

Anyway, why was I the one who died and got reincarnated?! Jake was there in the room too! Did that person, whoever chooses people to get reincarnated, choose me because I’m Korean?? That’s so unfair!

Now am I some pretty villainess who’ll snatch the Male lead from the hands of the female lead??

I looked down at my, oh no, Rayvon’s body’s crotch before sighing.

Nah, I’m probably some petty side character.

According to the isekai novel rules, If I did get reincarnated, I should end up in the book I read the latest.

I sighed yet again. I don’t even remember what I ate for dinner last night, how am I supposed to remember a book’s name?!

I scrunched my eyebrows in concentration and thought seriously.

They kept calling me Rayvon....what book was Rayvon in?

Suddenly, the reason why there was a wolf in my head made sense.

I knew a Rayvon. But fuck, I wish I didn’t.

“Excuse me wolf,” I mumbled, my voice leaking dread at what I might confirm.

′What?!′

The wolf, who was restlessly pacing through out my thought process, snapped inside my head.

“By Rayvon...” I started, “Do you mean Rayvon Gundulf...the werewolf...?”

The voice scoffed, ′There is a wolf talking to you right now. Of course he is a werewolf!′

“The leader of the rogues?” I continued, my voice shaking a little with fear.

Say no. Please say no.

′Yes′

Fuck.

“...the one who has a fetish for kidnapping Alpha children from different packs and treat them like slaves?”

Say NO OH GOD!

′I wouldn’t say fetish but yes. How do you know about that?′

Oh my God, I’m doomed.

This body belongs to Rayvon. That Rayvon. The werewolf trash Rayvon.

I was reincarnated in a book called ‘My Lovely Mate’, a gay werewolf story about an Alpha and Omega.

Jax Fridolf, was the Alpha main character. The eldest son of some green-black-blue whatever moon pack’s alpha who hated Rayvon with his everything.

Rayvon Gundulf, the villain of the novel who was the leader of rogues, was one himself. He was known around the packs to cause trouble, kidnapping alpha’s children and abusing them.

He had kidnapped Jax’s younger brother Kenny and had him captured for almost five years.

Jax wasn’t yet the alpha of his pack and his father failed to find where Rayvon had hidden his brother along with his other victims.

After he became the Alpha, he hunted down almost every pack land till he found out Rayvon and imprisoned him. He also freed his brother and found his mate who had also been detained by Rayvon for trespassing his land for around three years.

Then he helped his brother and mate improve their physical and mental health while leading the pack.

Add in some, fluff, romance and spicy scenes between Jax and his mate and that was basically it.

I wouldn’t usually read a book with a plotline like that, but I liked the author’s other works and was in desperate need of some fluffy dose, which the book had in abundance. Jax was the most softie alpha character I had ever read.

And because Jax was such a soft character, all the readers of that book (including myself) conveniently ignored the fact that he tortured Rayvon for the next 23 years before killing him off in the epilogue.

I even remember snickering evilly when I read Jax tearing him apart.

Rayvon got what he deserved.

But I don’t.

I, Park Jaeyoung, or Jay, as I preferred to call myself, didn’t kidnap kids to torment them and am not about to suffer because of some trash.

Honestly, quick death sounded reasonable to me, considering the fact that I may not ever return to my original world and would have to forget about all those unfinished comics and books I was following for years- which was horrible.

But not more horrible than twenty-three years of torture for something I didn’t even do.

I shuddered at the thought.

′Damn, 23 years of torture does sound horrible.′

The wolf’s voice suddenly said making me frown.

Did he read my thoughts?

′More like heard them. Hearing your other human component’s thoughts comes with being a were component.′

I could hear the wolf sighing.

′Though you aren’t my original human component.′

“Ah- I know. Sorry about that.” I mumbled, propping my chin on my knees and wrapping an arm around my legs.

Or rather, Rayvon’s legs.

′You don’t have to reply to our conversation out loud, stupid human.′I could imagine the wolf rolling his eyes, ′especially after you know I can hear your thoughts.′

“I know but...” I stopped mid sentence, it’s so weird.

Talking to a wolf, who was apparently in your head and could answer back, was most definitely weird.

′Not more weird than you replacing Rayvon overnight.′

The wolf scoffed, or let out some animalistic noise similar to that.

′Though it’s not that bad, I guess.′

I frowned, “What do you mean?”

The wolf shook his head in my mind,

′I mean, now that a weak human like you is in this body’s possession, I can have more control over the body.′

My frown deepened,

′Rayvon didn’t let you have control over the body?′

I thought in my head.

′No. We didn’t have a good relationship.′The wolf answered.

“Why?” I asked curiously, waiting for him to spill the tea.

′Because he didn’t wait for our mate.′

The wolf’s voice was actually way sadder than his previous tone, making me make a silent ‘ohh’ with my mouth.

That girl earlier wasn’t Rayvon’s mate then, huh.

′No.′ The wolf replied, though it was just my thought and not a question pointed at him, ′Neither was the one before her. Or any of the rogues in this packhouse for the matter.′

“Well,” I started, “I don’t know how long I’m going to be in this body....but I promise I won’t touch anyone else intimately, who isn’t your mate.” I promised, “You can have my word.”

Knowing all those isekai books, none of the MCs ever returned to their original worlds. I might as well try to live in this one.

′Huh. You’re smart.′ The wolf grumbled.

I grinned, “I am. That’s why I have a deal.”

The wolf looked interested, so I continued, “I’ll help you look for your mate.”

The wolf didn’t react at first and grunted, ′How can you help?′

“I’m from another world, remember?” I smirked, “I’ve read this book so I know about everybody’s mate.”

I didn’t let my mind wander to the fact that this was a lie as the wolf could hear my thoughts. I only knew a couple of people who were mates in the book, but Rayvon’s was never introduced.

But I couldn’t figure out how to live in a strange place like this on my own. I needed someone’s help, even if it was from some equally strange wolf.

The wolf thankfully didn’t hear my thoughts and jumped in my head, wagging his tail with his tongue lolling out like a dog.

“But in return, you help me survive in this world.”

The wolf scoffed, ′My wolf’s size is bigger than any Alpha’s. Surviving in this world with a wolf like me is the easiest thing.′

“Great then,” I mumbled unsurely, Jax had easily captured him though.

Oh wait...Jax!

I completely forgot that I still don’t know the current timeline of the story. Like most Isekai plotlines, I’m probably not in some great danger as of now and would just have to avoid doing something that would get me at cross with Jax.

Like kidnapping his brother.

“Um, Mr. Wolf,” I started respectfully to gain some extra points from him but the wolf rolled his eyes, ′It’s Maxton, just call me Max though.′

“Okay, so Max, how old are you...or Rayvon right now?” I asked cautiously, Rayvon looked quite young in the mirror earlier, around eighteen or something.

′Twenty three.′

Huh, so my assumption was wrong, not the first time today though.

But if I remember correctly, Jax and Rayvon had an eight years gap between their ages with Rayvon being older. That means Jax should be around fifteen right now.

If he saves his brother in the same year he became the alpha, that’s three years from now.

But in the book, Kenny was imprisoned by Rayvon for five years....

“Oh God why me?!” I cried out on my knees.

Rayvon had already captured Kenny and tortured him for two years!

The one thing I was not supposed to do to get myself killed, had already been done by that fool!

Now if Jax ever finds me, I’m going to get tortured for twenty-three years, thanks to Rayvon.

I cursed Rayvon out mentally and verbally for a while before Max warned, ′Shut up or I’ll turn into a wolf and pee all over the floor for you to clean up.′

That method, indeed shut me up.

I sighed and was about to plop down on the bed before realising the nasty business Rayvon had done their last night and preferred the couch.

Leaning my head back against the soft cushion, I groaned.

This is all crazy.

I stared at the wooden ceiling for a moment, draining in all the information and collecting my thoughts before asking out loud.

“Max,” I began, my eyes closing to get a clear picture of the wolf, “What would you do if you were in a place where you could get killed?”

′Hmm...don’t know,′Max said, ′probably steal all the money and run somewhere far away.′

My eyes snapped back open.

That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.