Bite Me Gently

[Lone Wolf x Pack Leader]

The Black Wolf pack and the White Wolf pack had been sworn enemies for generations.

Salian was the last surviving member of the White Wolves. To stay alive, he swallowed his pride and served the Supernatural Management Bureau as an unofficial "hound" for ten years, helping agents capture wolves hiding among ordinary people.

His own kind cursed him as a traitor, while humans called him a hunting dog. Salian didn't care. At last, his direct superior told him that after one final operation to round up the Black Wolf pack, he would be free to live as a lone wolf.

He never imagined that the so-called roundup was also an operation by the Black Wolves to eliminate their "hound."

At the mission's celebratory dinner, Salian unknowingly drank liquor spiked with a powerful drug. If he shifted into wolf form in front of everyone and hurt someone, he would spend the rest of his life behind the Bureau's bars.

The good news: thanks to a lone wolf's iron will, Salian didn't hurt anyone when he lost control.

The bad news: all the drug's effects were unleashed on the Black Wolves' pack leader. He not only put the man through hell, but also savagely bit the back of his neck, once fair and smooth, until it was bloody and mangled, forcibly marking him as his mate.

When he woke up, Salian pulled up his pants and fled in a panic. He thought he was as good as dead, but before the Black Wolves could come for revenge, his nose stopped working.

Without his mate's pheromones to soothe him, his sense of smell degraded until it was no better than an ordinary human's. He could no longer be a hound.

Salian: Great! An honorable retirement!

He hadn't even had time to submit his resignation when the pack leader, lying in wait in his home, pounced on him. Straddling his waist, the man fixed him with a pair of glinting green eyes and declared, "Strengthen my mark."

Salian: ???

Weren't you crying that you were going to kill me that night?!!!

Only afterward did Salian learn that by forcibly marking the pack leader as his mate, he had suddenly become the matriarch of the entire Black Wolf pack.

The pheromone exchange between the pack leader and the matriarch had been seriously lacking, weakening the mark and plunging the whole pack into panic and unrest.

Overnight, Salian went from a lone wolf who only had to feed himself to the matriarch of a massive pack. His vision went black.

To keep the pack stable, the pack leader came to strengthen their mark every so often, and before long, he took Salian straight back to the wolf den.

With his mate's pheromones nourishing him, Salian's sense of smell returned, and his resignation was rejected outright. The Bureau ordered him to go undercover by staying at the pack leader's side, passing along intelligence and waiting for the chance to take down the pack in one fell swoop.

Under pressure from both sides, Salian had no choice but to trade his body for intelligence and intelligence for his freedom. His plan was to make the Bureau and the Black Wolf pack destroy each other, then seize the chance to slip away.

But when the moment finally came, he looked into the affectionate eyes of his packmates, listened to them call him "Matriarch" again and again, and met the lonely gaze of his mate's green eyes.

At last, Salian sighed and destroyed every scrap of intelligence he had gathered.

He didn't want to be a solitary lone wolf so badly anymore.

Tips:

1. A short, sweet story with pheromones, but it's not ABO, and there are no children.

2. Both leads are strong. There's explicit content, but overall it's very, very sweet, with lots of mutual pampering.

3. This is a wild, self-indulgent creation. For work reasons, the author has been reading werewolf stories about foreign women every day and has completely lost it (´ﾟωﾟ`), so I angrily wrote this.

Theme: What is love, that it makes wolves howl and howl?