Babel Novel
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Oliver continued with gestures, “I was part of a dark, human group, in fact, I was born there. I was trained on how to assassinate from a young age by my late adoptive dad but was more interested in stealing. One day, I was assigned to steal a unique pendant from a lady in the next country. But reaching there, I shifted into my wolf for the first time, with nobody to walk me through. I did that in the hotel I lodged. There was a grand event that day there and so I guess it might have overshadowed my screams. Of course, the next day I found myself in the forest, I dunno how I got there. But I was nude in the middle of nowhere. No phone, no weapon and no one to ask.
I was afraid that wild animals would find me and devour me but when I did come across a lion, it ran away from me instead. Same thing as other wild animals, even snakes that I was usually afraid of. That’s when I heard Ray, my wolf’s voice for the first time. Wasn’t easy for me to accept that I’m his host, but I eventually came to terms with it. He showed me the way to the hotel and of course, the shy me stole a few clothes. I didn’t want to believe him when he told me about the blur thing that some moon goddess gifted werewolves. I reached the hotel and though everything about the werewolf thing was new to me, I decided, I won’t let it interrupt my way of life.
The thing I wanted to steal actually belonged to an Alpha female of the 59th-ranked pack who was out of her usual abode in the human territory for some important business. I was to steal the pendant that she always carried around. She, however, turned out to be my mate. She had me thrown in prison after she caught my smell in her room. I was careless also since I was relishing the smell of my mate. She took me to her pack where I saw more people who could shapeshift like me and in the pack’s prison, she rejected me and called a date for my execution,”
“Jeez. So heartless!” Zyair exclaimed.
“I escaped from the prison but not without leaving a gift. I set the entire pack on fire and made sure the Alpha of the pack almost became a cripple in it. Well, getting back home, I found everyone in the group was dead and she was responsible for it. So I returned back to that pack and set fire to it again, I think like four more times until only a few were left in the pack. Then I kissed that bitchy ex-mate goodbye. Me, I had nowhere to go and I sort of encountered Mel one day. He brought me to the pack and here I am,” Oliver shrugged.
“Okay. Sorry about your loss and I must say you were a badass unexpectedly,” said Dante, “Arson expert! Guess I have to be more careful around you now, so you don’t turn me to roast wolf meat,”
“I would, if your mate asks,” replied Oliver with a chuckle.
“No, no. I think my mate prefers me like this, handsome and robust,” saying this, Dante flexed his muscle, causing the others to laugh.
Oliver spoke again, “My story isn’t as emotional as you guys. But at least you know that I can go berserk when offended greatly, that was in the past though. The me now is a gentleman. I do hope I find my second chance mate one day,”
“I see. Let’s do an arm wrestle with you in berserk mode,” Phoenix suggested.
“Eh? No need,” he waved his hands in refusal, laughing sheepishly. A Beta trying to win an Alpha in an armrest battle? That was like asking a bunny to give birth to an elephant!
“I’d love to train with you sometime. Don’t think you can escape,” Phoenix said with a smile that made the latter shiver.
“Savage Lord, I was wrong,” Oliver got to his knees and kowtowed, crying tearlessly.
“Don’t worry, he will go easy on you,” said Lavana but it in no way comforted the man.
Seeing he could not escape, he could only accept that he’d shot himself in the foot. Sulking, he sat back on the chair and assumed a vain look, which failed as Dante kept pointing at him while laughing.
“You… Why don’t you tell us your story instead?” the scowling Oliver proposed.
“Okay,” Dante stopped chuckling and rubbed his palms, “So, I lost my glass slipper,”
“Why don’t you just say you’re a male Cinderella,” Oliver interrupted.
“It’s my story. Is it your story?” Dante retorted.
“You already answered it before asking, dummy,” Oliver replied, arms folded.
“I wonder why the moon goddess didn’t make you guys cat and rat,” Mel commented.
“It doesn’t matter if she even made us lions, at least, in our hearts we know who we are!” said Dante.
“Exactly!” Oliver nodded, causing the others to chuckle. These two had a Tom and Jerry relationship but could be pretty united when others accuse them. Quite funny souls!
“Okay,” Dante cracked his knuckles, “let me officially begin. So, in the past, I was a serial killer…”
He couldn’t continue speaking as Oliver had removed his belt.
“What’s that for?” Dante couldn’t help asking, seeming baffled by his act.
“You’re asking the obvious?” the latter with a cocked brow questioned.
“Oliver, calm down,” Lavana said with a chuckle.
“No way. Dante, you were acting scared of me, just because I said I occasionally kill and steal for money in the past, but you…” he tried to hit Dante with the belt but the laughing Zyair held him back, asking him to calm down.
“Hey, man. You didn’t let me finish. I’m indeed a serial killer, but only in my dreams!” Dante confessed and this made Oliver struggle to get free of Zyair’s hold even more.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
“You… how dare you play me like this?” Oliver questioned through clenched teeth.
“Impatience. That’s what played you. Not me!” Dante did a raspberry, worsening the situation.
“You… I’m going to beat you till you see only stars for ten days straight!”
Blowing a raspberry again, the latter responded, “Like you have the courage,”
Oliver harrumphed and sat down after Zyair let go of him finally.