Page 10 of Wolf Awakened

We discovered my ability when I was three and Father was once again screaming about how useless my mother was for birthing a female. I was tired and probably sick with something that led to me having a spiked fever. One thing led to another and I somehow triggered the switch.

Then I went on a breaking spree through the house while Father stood there shocked and the guards at the time spent two hours trying to chase me down.

Poor guys didn't stand a chance. All that anger as a small child clearly was some sort of fuel seeing as I destroyed half of the furniture in the huge three-story mansion. It took Viktor returning and offering me chocolate ice cream to calm me down.

No matter male or female, chocolate was my ultimate weakness.

If not for Viktor, I'm sure some guy in a truck would have abducted me already with the number of times they've used chocolate against my innocent self.

The mere thought of my male counterpart cause the switch, and there I stood at 6'3" with a chiseled chest, hard six-pack, V-lines, and all. My arms were still slim but my biceps were thick with muscle, which made the wolf tattoo on my left bicep look extra glorious as the howling wolf and thickly designed lines decorated the beast I secretly yearned to become.

Slipping off my fingerless gloves, I ruffled my hands through my now short pink locks, looking at my harsh jawline and clean-shaven face. My eyes were still striking teal, though on occasion there would be a ring of silver or black depending on my mood.

Even my nails were bare in comparison to the pink nail polished ones I had as a female. Tugging down my boxers, I looked at my cock. That was always the weird mind fucker in this gender-bending lifestyle I'd somehow been blessed with.

It was one thing to see a large, thick cock in your face ready to fill your mouth, but seeing your own when you were born a female was always an intriguing experience.

Any given female with the privilege to see their own cock wouldn't dare skip on the opportunity to spin it like the blades of a helicopter.

Stretching my arms, I frowned at the reflection of the gash on my thigh and mentally willed it to heal. I watched the magic unfold as the red wound that was still bleeding began to heal itself, leaving the remnants of blood behind.

"I need to shower," I mumbled before I looked at the reflection yet again to see my female body. I admired my small waist and wide hips before turning around to see my plump ass that probably took a gazillion squats to get because my mom's genetics didn't grant me a nice ass.

Had to work on that all by myself.

I wondered if she was still alive. The last time I saw her was when I was sixteen, after it was determined I had a problem and couldn't shift into a wolf. Due to how powerful my dad was as an Alpha, my issues were always kept a secret, just like my existence. I believed a good five percent knew of me, and even that small population of wolf shifters believed I was a boy.

With Father's status, it only made sense for everyone to act like I didn't exist. I wasn't close to being important unless I was a wolf shifter. Seeing as I wasn't, I was an unimportant matter to my own kind.

During the day, my role was to act like the celebrity, the sole, talented son of Roberto De Luca, the one everyone had eyes on. It was why the paparazzi was desperate to get a picture of my male self whenever they could. Articles speculated about who I'd possibly marry before the potential hope I'd be the next business prodigy in the making.

It was funny how they were trying to predict my future when my dad wasn't dying anytime soon. Wolf Alphas were just a pain to kill, and frankly, I didn't think anyone had the guts to try.

I surely didn't, even though I absolutely hated him.

After tossing my phone onto the bench and grabbing a towel, I headed to the shower room and walked straight to the usual top right corner stall I liked to use. All my stuff was already there, the cleaners knowing not to touch my stuff.

I'd know by the mere scent of their lingering fingerprints.

You'd never expect fingerprints to have a scent to them, but no one's hands were clean, which meant when they touched something that wasn't theirs and you had a hypersensitive sense of smell like myself, you'd pick it up immediately.

Seeing as the last cleaner wouldn't listen to my warnings, she got fired and the owner of this joint warned all the remaining cleaners that if my stuff was touched, their jobs were gone. They made good dirty money. Since the owner got so much of it, he couldn't care less and paid them a few extra dollars more than normal wage.

With one whiff, I was relieved to find the stall was clean and nothing was touched. Turning the knob to turn on the shower, I began to enjoy the cold water first, needing to calm down my body after an intense few rounds of fights with bulky-ass men who all probably had small dicks.

The smaller the dick, the bigger the ego. It's a proven fact, though I wouldn't be able to prove it myself.

I don't know why I began this cage fighting career. Maybe to find some sort of validation in my life, or to give myself a few hours every day to truly be me.

Splitting myself to be two individuals was extremely hard in a busy world like ours, but I somehow managed to do it for the sake of having my dad leave me the fuck alone. He assumed I was playing to his tune for the sake of getting a percentage of his fortune, but I couldn’t care less about his money, investments, and legacy.

All those who praised and admired him saw the surface side of Roberto De Luca. No one saw the true darkness that was harbored in his heart and oozed out of every action he made behind the scenes to make sure he remained on top of any situation.

He never would admit his mistakes or flaws. It would be a death penalty to the individual who dared bring up something that made him look bad. That was why he purposely surrounded himself with 'Yes' ambassadors who thought everything he said was golden and brilliant.

Since my ability to switch genders was an intriguing circumstance to carry, my very Father used it against me by allowing me a life outside of shame and hidden misery. My pack may not acknowledge me because I was a mere human, but in the world of my kind, I could be seen.

There was no need to be invisible and hide amongst the shadows to enter my dad's private chambers if I had to go to the wolf site. The only time I went was with my best friend, Aurelia, because no one would dare bother me when she was around.

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