Now he walked around the territory of his pack, as always, everyone left him as far as possible, he was used to inspiring such horror
je suis Dereck un panthère noir de Russie, je suis très grand et costaux mon corps et musclé, j'ai un long dick qui mesure 18 cm, j'ai les cheveux blanc et les yeux or, je suis un alpha supreme, je me baigne dans un lac quand j'entend du bruit venant des buisson, je me retour et libère mes pheromones alpha suprême et grogne vers l'intrus
The sound reached his ears as he walked through the dense forest surrounding his territory. It was faint at first, but grew more distinct with each passing second. Derian's keen senses picked up on the presence of another alpha nearby; a male panther by the name of Dereck from Russia. His scent wafted through the air, strong and unmistakable even to werewolves who had yet to awaken for the night.
Derian turned his head slowly, meeting the stranger's gaze with equal calmness. Their eyes locked, Derian groaning loudly as he released his own pheromones into the air, marking him clearly as an alpha. The signal was unmistakable; Dereck knew exactly what kind of being stood before him.
As the leader of his pack for many years now, Derian had faced off against numerous alphas from other species. He had fought and killed more than he could remember, all in defense of his people or to secure dominance over another territory. But there was something different about Dereck. Something... familiar.
A memory surfaced in his mind; an image of a much younger version of this panther, barely older than a cub. He and Dereck's mother had been mates for a time, long before she found Derian and took him as her own. The knowledge filled him with a strange mixture of protectiveness and anger.
"I am Derian White Fang," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Who do you think you are, intruding on my territory?"He stepped forward, his huge frame dwarfing the Russian panther even in his more human form. Dereck stood tall nonetheless, meeting his gaze with equal defiance. They circled each other warily, Derian assessing the younger
Je suis Dereck Sombre étoilé, je ne suis que de passage je poursuis un traite à mon pack, il c'est aventurer sur ton territoire je demande l'autorisation à le pour suivre, il a tué un petit à une des oméga de mon pack en échange de provision personnel
The scent of challenge in the air was unmistakable; the younger panther was not just trespassing on his territory but seeking to challenge his authority as well. It was a bold move, and Derian couldn't help but feel a spark of respect for Dereck's courage. Yet he also knew that this intrusion could not be allowed to stand. His pack depended on him for protection, and any sign of weakness would only embolden others to defy his rule.
"Dereck Sombre Etoilé," Derian growled, recognizing the other male's full name. "You may not pass through my territory uninvited. Your presence here brings danger to those under my care." He paused for a moment, considering his options. "I will give you a choice: leave now, and I will allow you to live. Or we can fight, and the victor may claim whatever they wish from my territory as spoils of war."
The alpha's words hung heavy in the air, their meaning clear despite their non-threatening tone. Dereck hesitated for a moment, his amber eyes flickering with uncertainty before he finally replied. "I am not here to start a war," he said, keeping his voice even and controlled. "But I will not back down from one either."
Derian's nostrils flared in anger at the defiance, but he kept himself calm. It would do him no good to rush into battle with an opponent who was this young and strong; instead, he must bide his time until he saw an opening to strike. The two males continued circling each other warily, readying themselves for whatever fate lay ahead.
As they faced off against one another, Derian couldn't help but wonder if Dereck truly was just passing through or if
nous nous sommes battus, au dernier moment j'ai libéré mes phéromones d'alpha suprême, mes phéromones beaucoup plus puissante que l'alpha normale à mis Derian à genoux et lui a fait me présenter son cou dans la soumission, j'ai pris son cou entre mes crocs et j'ai pince avec mes crocs sur son cou comme pour réprimander un petit j'ai gagner, je veux avec toi ou sans toi que tu me permettes de retrouver le traité à mon pack qui se cache sur ton territoire et après je m'en vais
As the two males circled each other, anticipation and tension filled the air. Their movements were precise and calculated, seeking an opening that would give them an advantage in battle. The forest around them grew quiet as animals sensed the impending conflict and sought safety elsewhere. Only the rustling of leaves disturbed the silence as the two alphas prepared to engage in combat.
The moment came when both decided it was time to strike. With incredible speed and power, Dereck lunged forward, his massive body slamming into Derian's side like a living battering ram. The impact sent the older panther tumbling backwards several feet, landing heavily on the ground with an ominous thud that echoed through the forest.
Stunned for only a moment, Derian quickly regained his footing and prepared to retaliate. He knew he couldn't allow himself to be caught off guard again; this younger panther was faster than he had given him credit for. As Dereck approached once more, the alpha growled low in his throat, preparing for whatever strike was coming next.
It wasn't until Dereck released his pheromones that Derian truly understood what was happening. The overpowering scent of an alpha supreme assaulted his senses, making it nearly impossible to think clearly or maintain control over his own body. His knees buckled under the onslaught, and he found himself forced to lower his head in submission.
As Dereck's teeth closed around his neck, pain shot through Derian's body like lightning. He wanted to scream or fight back, but his strength was sapped by the pheromones coursing through his veins. All he could do was endure as the younger panther held him in place and delivered a sharp reprimand with
As the younger panther held him in place and delivered a sharp reprimand with his fangs, Derian's heart raced with humiliation. He had been bested by an opponent less than half his age; it was a defeat that should have been impossible for one of his stature. Yet there was no denying the truth of the situation before him. His strength had failed him when he needed it most, leaving him open to attack from someone who had come onto his territory uninvited and threatened those under his care.
The pain subsided slowly, replaced by a growing numbness as Dereck released his grip on his neck. For several moments, neither panther moved or spoke, each absorbed in their own thoughts about what had just transpired. Finally, Derian forced himself to meet the other male's gaze once more, anger and shame warring for dominance within him.
"Very well," he growled through gritted teeth. "You have proven your strength tonight. Now show me where this treaty lies, and I will allow you to continue on your way." Despite his words, the slight tremor in his voice betrayed the truth: Derian was still shaken by the events that had just taken place. It would take time for him to regain his confidence, and even then, he couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease about what might happen next if Dereck were allowed to leave without facing any consequences for his actions.
La personne qui nous a trahis sens la mélasse, à tu senti cet odeur reçament ?
The mention of betrayal caught Derian off guard. He hadn't considered that someone within his pack might have been responsible for leading Dereck here. "Who has betrayed us?" he growled, more forcefully this time as the possibility sank in. His mind raced through a list of potential candidates, but none seemed quite right. Perhaps it was someone new who had joined recently, or perhaps an old rival looking for an opportunity to weaken his hold on the pack.
He studied Dereck's face, searching for any sign that might hint at the answer. The younger panther seemed just as confused and conflicted as Derian felt himself, which only added to the tension between them. It was clear that whatever happened next would have far-reaching consequences for both their packs.
"Show me," he finally said, meeting Dereck's gaze steadily. "Show me where this treaty lies, and I will help you put an end to the threat once and for all." Even as he spoke, Derian was careful not to give away any more than absolutely necessary; he needed time to gather his thoughts and consider his next move carefully. For now, he would follow Dereck's lead, trusting that the younger panther knew what he was doing.
Bien je lui donne un t-shirt laisser par la personne qui nous trahi reconnais tu cet odeur c'est la seul piste que j'ai il doit forcément se cacher ici j'ai fouillé tout les autres endroit en vains
"This is...interesting." Derian looked at the t-shirt skeptically as he took it from Dereck. The scent on it was faint but unmistakable, and it instantly sent his senses into overdrive. "It seems that we have been searching in the wrong places. If this person has truly been hiding among us all this time, they must be very clever." He paused for a moment, deep in thought. "I need some time to process this information," he finally said. "Let me speak with my pack; I will let you know what we decide to do."
The alpha walked back into his territory, his heart heavy with the knowledge that one of his own might be responsible for bringing such danger upon them all. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much larger, and he needed to prepare himself - and his pack - for whatever was to come next.