TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 55: Chapter 55

: OMEGA WOLF
FREYA'S POV:
Fuck.
The wolf slowly trudged over to our hiding spot. In only a few more seconds, we would be discovered.
There would be only two explanations as to why an omega wolf would be found on school property.
Either it concludes I am a rogue and mangles me with their sharp teeth, or an intruder trying to get into school and still eventually mangles me.
In both instances, I would be torn to shreds.
I can't avoid being seen any more. I just have to... escape.
The larger wolf suddenly jumps out into our hiding spot and growls fiercely at us on sight, barring sharp long fangs designed to rip throats right infront of us.
My wolf goes into a fighting stance as well, growling back at this new intruder. But we both know we have no chance at winning if a brawl was to break loose.
It leaps onto us, pinning us down. But my wolf swipes a paw quickly at one eye.
While it's distracted, we wiggle away beneath it and begin running the other direction.
I take the reins immediately, dashing across the forestry with a crazy animal on my tail.
Taking initiative, I run farther from the clearing into areas with thicker trees. It would be easier for my smaller wolf to doge the tree and ditch it but somehow, it's much more faster than I am.
With every turn, it keeps up with the game, catching up to me.
I push forward, trying and putting in as much omega strength as I can muster but it's far from enough.
Before I realize it, an attack hits me, sending me flying forward. I tumble into another clearing, void of thick forestry, a cliff just behind me where I crash into the ground.
Pain in our lower back makes it harder to stand on our four feet as fast as I need to and in seconds, the attacker hovers over us, growling menacingly.
Is this the day I die? I wonder.
It stalks even closer to us as I continue to take steps away from it. Even if I accepted to battle right now, I'm too injured from the previous blow to last long enough to do much.
I have no other option.
I glance down at the drop from the cliff, into a small river. It's not too high enough. I'm sure we can make it.
Just when it lunges for us again, I run, jumping right down the cliff and into the moving waters below.
My wolf takes over briefly, swimming us to shore. On getting there, I immediately morph back to my human body, naked and small, and hide in the bushes.
It's a given that the wolf would come again to find out where I am, still thinking I'm a threat.
It would be easier to hide in my human form and evade being found as an omega wolf but rather, as naked Freya lost in the woods.
Oh, that's right, I was lost as well. And to put a nice, juicy cherry on top of this crazy scenario, I had a bruised ankle.
It didn't hurt so much that I couldn't walk with it, but I sure as hell can't go far enough or climb back up and find my way to school.
I'm a good distant away afterall, a good distant away from safety and my dry clothes.
Just great. Today just can't get any worse, can it?
An hour passes and I've limped a considerable distance from the river bank. Still, I'm nowhere close to where I need to be and in another hour, the exercise would be over.
Students would return back from the run, none expecting me to be absent, seeing as I never left.
The whole day would go and they would only realize I'm missing by night fall.
Ofcourse, I could turn back into my wolf and move a whole lot faster though. But I'm more at risk at being attacked than helped in that form.
I take a break once my throbbing ankle screams at me to stop, resting atop a nice looking flat rock.
The feel of the hot rock on my bare ass is weird and a painful reminder of just how naked I am.
Earlier, I had contemplated weaving a skirt from leaves like in Tarzan.
However, the leaves around me are too small to make something large enough to cover one butt cheek, let alone two and I suck at arts and craft.
Again, the bushes afar being rustled indicating movement is somewhere up ahead. I anticipate hiding among a bunch of scrubs.
Just in case it's someone from school, I didn't want my little bits on display. If it's a wild animal, I would turn to my wolf and defend myself. Maybe make some lunch because I'm starving.
Oh right, I also don't know how to make a camp fire.
The steps only grow closer and I fully hide myself, preparing to lunge if needed.
It grows silent suddenly. Still, chilling silence.
Not a single sound around me as opposed to few seconds ago. I take a peek again and come face-to- face with a brilliantly tall, midnight black wolf.
Tall would be a wrong description.
It's almost the size of a large horse, bulky thick mane and piercing golden yellow eyes looking right into mine with the most docile expression.
I immediately know whose wolf I'm looking at.
"Silas?" I'm relieved instantly, wanting to jump out and hug him.
But then, I suddenly realize how very much naked I still am. I hide the rest of my body even more.
"W-what are you doing here?" I ask.
Ofcourse, I know what I'm doing here. I must have wandered into their side while trying to escape from the other guy.
His wolf tilts it's head sideways, staring at me wide eyes. For a feral looking wolf, he seems more like a good pet.
He leans forward, drenching me in saliva, immediately licking half my face with one swipe of its tongue.
Then, looks back at me expectantly.
I immediately know Silas is pro ly somewhere deep in his subconsciousness, watching but not in control. His golden eyes are proof of it.
He licks me again for a second and third time, before I put a lot more distance.
"Okay, okay. I get it." I half laugh, still a bit shocked to see them here, to see his wolf again. It's as beautiful and majestic as before. I reach up, feeling the thick silky fur on my fingers, rubbing against him in the process.
There's a low growl of satisfaction coming from him. He lets me touch him easily without fighting back, much more different from the wolf I had seen earlier. I had heard an Alpha wolf's animal counterparts are feral and deadly. Essentially, no sane person dared coming close to one.
Yet for the second time, I was touching him so easily.
He's so much different from Silas, even more gentle. I rub his fur more fiercely, seeing just how much he enjoys it and he leans into my touch, sniffing me and nudging his snout against my hair, messing it up more.
I laugh at first because of just how playful he seems. I really do like this version of Silas.
His ears rapidly rise in alert. He turns the other direction infront of me, as though he's heard something.
Before I can ask, I hear it too in a distance.
Something else is approaching us with an even faster speed.
He immediately stands right in front of me, growling at the approaching intruder; shielding me in the process.
I don't refuse the help, letting myself be hid. He takes a stance, ready to strike as whoever or whatever grows closer.