The Fake Saint's Alpha(s) (BL) Chapter 13. Michael anger at alphas

IN THE MORNING

MICHAEL

I woke up to warmth. Heavy, unrelenting warmth. At first, I thought I was dreaming, because there was no way an alpha’s chest could be this solid, no way his arms could be wrapped so securely around that even shifting made realize how caged I was. Then I felt it, the steady thrum of a heartbeat pressed against my back, the low rumble vibrating in his chest. Zavier.

His silver eyes weren’t open yet, but I knew. I knew by the grip of his hand splayed across my ribs, by the way my wolf purred at the weight of his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. A flush crawled up my cheeks. My neck stung faintly, bond mark still raw and pulsing in ti with my heartbeat. I should’ve shoved him off. I should’ve panicked. But instead, I just lay there for a second, breathing him in. Of course, that peace didn’t last. The door slamd open.

"Michael." Adrian’s voice, sharp, commanding, shaking the walls.

His amber gold eyes landed on imdiately, on us, and narrowed. Terrence and Xavier stepped in behind him, their expressions a mix of fury and disbelief.

"What the hell is this?" Terrence snarled, his storm gray eyes flashing as his fists clenched.

"Get your hands off him, Zavier." Xavier said, voice like ice, though his jaw ticked in sothing uglier than calm.

Zavier didn’t even twitch. His arm tightened around instead, dragging further against his chest, his chin dropping protectively to my shoulder. A low growl rumbled from his throat, warning, primal, enough to silence even Adrian for a beat. I blinked at them all, heart hamring. They looked at like I was so kind of traitor, like I’d willingly let this happen. I sat up as much as Zavier would allow, which wasn’t much at all and snapped.

"Don’t you dare look at like that. You left ."I said angrily.

That shut them up. I t each of their gazes, my voice sharper than I expected.

"During my heat, you all walked out. You left Zavier here alone. And he-" I swallowed, heat rushing to my cheeks. "He did what an alpha was supposed to do. He stayed. He claid . You want to be angry? Be angry at yourselves."

The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by Zavier’s wolf’s low growl vibrating through . Selene’s laugh broke it first. Low. Mocking. She leaned against the wall like she’d been waiting for this mont.

"Well, isn’t that poetic? The saint that was never ant to be theirs... already marked." Selene said.

Adrian’s fists clenched. Terrence cursed under his breath. Xavier’s calm mask cracked, eyes burning dark. Zavier finally lifted his head then, silver eyes gleaming with triumph. He pressed his mouth against my temple, his voice low, smug, claiming.

"They can rage all they want, Michael. But you’re mine. And I’m not letting go."Zavier grinned.

My wolf purred at that, loud and unashad, vibrating through the whole nest.

AT THE SA TI

SELENE

The room vibrated with the sound of it. That purr. That soft, instinctive noise rolling out of Michael’s chest, undeniable, unashad, like his wolf had already decided the truth his stubborn mind refused to say out loud. And oh, the look on the others’ faces. Adrian’s amber-gold eyes widened before narrowing with betrayal. Terrence’s jaw locked so tight I swore I heard teeth grind. Xavier’s mask of icy restraint cracked, stormy anger leaking through. All of them alphas, all of them furious, and none of them the one pressed into Michael’s side. It was delicious. The Moon Goddess’s voice coiled through my skull, velvet and amused.

"Do you hear it, Selene? His wolf sings for the silver eyed one. Instinct has chosen. Even you cannot deny that sound."She said.

I tilted my head, lips curling as I leaned against the wall, letting their misery paint a prettier picture than any mirror could.

"I hear it." I whispered back. "And so do they. That sound alone will haunt them more than the bond mark."

"Mmm." The goddess purred. "You sched for balance. You dread of four alphas, one saint. But look at him. One bond, and already his body folds perfectly into the cage Zavier makes. His wolf delights in it."

My eyes flicked to Michael then. His cheeks were flushed, his dark hair tangled across his face, but he didn’t look ashad. Annoyed, defensive yes, but not ashad. His wolf purred louder as Zavier’s hand slid possessively along his ribs, staking silent claim with every touch. The goddess chuckled, her voice laced with wicked glee.

"Perhaps you should thank . It was my hand that nudged fate toward silver fur. Why else would his heat break only for Zavier? Tell , Selene does he not look more perfect than your original choice?"Moon Godness asked.

I stiffened at that, lips parting.

"...You ddled?"I asked.

Her laughter rang like bells in my head.

"Of course. Did you think I would waste my saint on Charlie alone? No. Michael was always ant to be caught. Fragile in body, defiant in spirit, his wolf craving chains he would never admit aloud. And Zavier... oh, Zavier slled it first. That boy is mine as much as he is yours."Moon Godness smirked.

I narrowed my eyes, but my pulse betrayed , skipping with delight.

"You an to say... Michael is stronger than Charlie?"I whispered.

The goddess’s smile pressed sharp against my mind.

"Stronger. Rarer. He blushes like prey, yet already his wolf has chosen. Do you see? When he bears an heir, an heir born of silver storm and sainted blood, it will surpass even the one you lost."She grinned.

I let my gaze wander back to the nest. Zavier’s silver eyes glittered with a predator’s triumph, his lips brushing the bond mark like a brand he’d carve deeper if anyone dared challenge him. Michael pressed tight against him, cheeks pink and jaw clenched in defiance, but his wolf ah, his wolf betrayed him with every happy, protective rumble. And the others? Adrian, Terrence, Xavier... all standing on the edge of rage, yet too late. Too slow. A laugh slipped past my lips, low and delighted.

"Oh, my goddess you’re right. This ga just beca so much more entertaining."I said.

The Moon Goddess purred, pleased.

"Let them rage. Let them fight. It will not change what is already written in his wolf. Michael belongs to silver wolf."She grinned.