Suits and Rogues

Chapter 3

AN: This chapter contains a sensitive topic that may or may not trigger and anger some people. But please, before you make assumptions, judge, and hate; please remember that this story is a work of fiction. The characters' views, opinions, and thoughts along with the culture, tradition, and beliefs of the world created in this story is purely fictional and does not represent the author's (me) views, opinions, beliefs and thoughts. I have my reason as to why I'm writing about this sensitive topic and having the characters embody it and it's not because I'm discriminatory, hateful, inconsiderate, racist or sexist but because I have a message I want to convey but that message will only be clear by the end of the story. I guarantee and absolutely promise that the contents of this story do not aim to harm, influence, discriminate, disrespect, or do anything negative towards anything or anyone. It is only for the purpose of opening the eyes of the readers and teaching them the message of the story (which is a good message and not a bad one). Again, please remember this is a work of fiction. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Odin is furious. So furious he feels like an exploding volcano about to cause a disaster. At the moment, he doesn't care anymore. He's so angry...so angry at his fate. Out of all the bad things thrown his way, this is by far, the worst! He doesn't know whether to cry or scream in anger. The fire in his chest is burning so hot he feels like succumbing to it. But no, he has a job to do. He always has a job to do and he feels like giving up. He should've given up years ago. Maybe he would've been spared by the humiliation and disappointment he's feeling now.

His wolf continued to attack the golden-yellow eyed man. His ears are bleeding but it only fuels his anger more. His pack is attacked, an enforcer got in his pack, hunters are wreaking havoc, some of his pack members turned their backs on him, the hellhound got inside his pack, and now...fucking now...his mate turned out to be this golden-yellow eyed rogue who he suspects to be the hellhound himself. Screw it! What the ever-loving fuck had he done to deserve this?!

"Now now, snow ball, that's not how you greet your mate." The fucking rogue had the nerve to tease even when Odin's fangs are buried deep in the rogue's arm. He couldn't hear him because of the effects of the emitters he suffered earlier but in anger, he clamped his jaws tighter; making the rogue's eyes flash warningly. A huge hand suddenly clamped on the back of Odin's neck before firmly pulling. In his anger, he was not able to dislodge his fangs from the rogue and ended up ripping a huge chunk of muscle as he was pulled away.

To say he was shocked was an understatement. Not only did the rogue pulled him away like he's a mere pup instead of a 275 lbs. Alpha wolf, but he let him rip out a huge chunk of muscles from his arm without even a tiny hint that it hurts him. Crimson blood dripped and clung to Odin's pure white wolf as the rogue dropped him to the ground almost carelessly before taking out a black handkerchief and wiping his hands instead of wound.

Rippling muscles and intricate-patterned tattoos were shown and despite himself, Odin couldn't help but watch. His wolf is drinking the sight all in like a starved and thirsty nomad who had been in the desert for too long and finally found water and food. The scent of heavy male testosterone got them in a high and drunk state as they take lungful of their mate's scent. The tensing and relaxing movements of their mate's muscle hypnotized them; making them unaware of the commotion around them until a bullet wheezed beside his left ear.

Odin shook his head to clear out his thoughts as the ground beneath him vibrates; making him aware of the approaching enemies. Bristling, he cursed upon realizing that he's surrounded. In front of him is the hellhound and behind him are the pests known as hunters. He can't turn his back to any of them since he's already at a disadvantage because of the wounds and injuries he acquired during the first fight. Taking a sideways stance between the hellhound and the hunters would allow him to keep an eye on both enemies. But in doing so, he'll be vulnerable to the bullets and other weapons.