My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift

Chapter 29

As the Wolf King, he ruled the entire region from the peak of Zenith Hill. But that doesn’t mean he

lived there. The place was merely his throne and ground of authority. As he stood on the hill and gazed

upon the grove of trees beneath him, he smiled.

“I control everything here, yet I can’t manage to control this part of my life… How ironic, ``he said

to himself.

He climbed down the hill, and within moments he was at its foot. Placing his hands in his pockets,

he walked down a random path to clear his head.

After walking for some time, he wasn’t sure how long, Asher still felt troubled and restless within

himself. He thought walking would calm him down, but it didn’t. He felt uncomfortable in his human skin

and wanted to go wild.

Realising that he needed to unwind, he halted for a moment and released his hands from the

confines of his pocket. He glanced around him and used his ear to pick up sounds within the woods.

No one was nearby.

Usually, his kind could only fully transform in the night, only capable of partial turning during

daytime. However, there were exceptions, he being one of them.

After making sure there were no witnesses to his transformation and that he wasn’t being watched

by anyone, except by a group of woodpeckers who seemed to find him interesting, he decided.

“Well then, why not..?” He smiled to himself.

His eyes suddenly glowed red as his face darkened and the entire body of the man slowly

changed, turning into something… Not human.

His clothes ripped as his body enlarged, muscles growing and his height towering. Fur rapidly

grew all over him and his fingernails extended to become claws. Fangs appeared from his mouth which

enlarged to take the shape of an animal's jaw. His ears grew, standing upward and his hind legs bent,

with sharp nails emerging from his transformed feet, tearing through the sneakers he had on. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

His torn shirt, trousers and undergarments were scattered on the ground, as he also removed the

already vandalised shoes from his legs, turned paws.

“Grrrrrrrrr” He made a growling sound.

The Black beast stood among the trees, an appearance entirely different from the man who was

once there. The beast stood on just his hind limbs, bending slightly. It’s muscular structure and savage

looks made it look all the more terrifying.

The wolf stood, seven feet tall, with a huge body and deep black fur covering most parts of his

body, leaving his feet, hands, chest and a portion of his face bare. The parts not covered with fur were

dark grey, properly accentuating the black surrounding them.

“Ah… I feel so much better” His deep and dark voice let out.

He stretched himself, getting a feel of his transformed body. After he was done with his light

stretch, he prowled and ran through the woods, moving past the cluster of trees and the shrubs around.

He didn’t lay them any mind, only focused on freeing the pent up frustration which kept bothering him

for so long.

Suddenly, he stopped. He took a few steps back and became disoriented a bit, not knowing what

to think or how to react. The reason for his strange behaviour was that he had caught something… a

scent.

“This is…” He muttered to himself.

The smell of tree barks, nuts and animal droppings all sifted through the air, all of which Asher

recognized. But there was an addition, something he had never smelled before, and it captivated him,

rendering him incapable of picking up anything else except for that one scent.

He glanced toward the direction of the scent’s origin, picking up his pace. He raced toward the

aroma he couldn’t resist. Like Lavender with strokes of Rosemary the scent made his nose twitch and

his head pound in desperation to know the source.

He felt himself getting closer and quickened his pace. The snow around him got thicker as he

raced past them, not realising that he was already leaving the vast cluster of trees as he approached a

cleared area. He halted and stared at the cottage in the cleared area. Made with timber and lacquer, it

had a sense of beauty he had to appreciate. Within the house was the origin of the scent that drove

him crazy. His claws grazed the tree beside him, drilling a gaping hole into it.

“I want it… I want it now” He growled.