Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Nikolai and Nikita were in a private booth of her father's club. She insisted that after they crushed the shapeshifters Nikita left the scene to her subordinates. Because of Andrei's words, Nikita became more clingy than usual, and because he had just finished a fight, Nikolai felt addicted to the thick scent of a female werewolf.

'Do female werewolves emit pheromones...?' Nikolai wondered as he drank his expensive soju, while Nikita drank vodka straight with a small lime chopped into it. "I never expected you to be so different in secret, Nikita."

"Eh? Do you hate it?" The face of Nikita looked devastated, her small fluffy ears flopping down, along with her tail that brushed against his hand stroking against him.

A low beat played through the soundproofed door, catchy and rather popular. Nikolai was sure he heard this several times while the mood lighting flicked to another mode. Nikita's face in the cascading lights made his throat dry.

"Ahem... should I be honest?" He downed his drink while leaning back, letting her tail flop onto his lap, feeling a tad engrossed in the atmosphere.

"Please!" Nikita's hand holding her glass seemed to shake as she looked down, desperate to hide her expression. Nikolai realised she felt insecure; maybe the first time he had ever seen Nikita this way, and it caused his chest to tighten, the feeling of adrenaline and endorphins from her alluring scene filling their sealed room.

"It's a little intimidating..." He started, speaking with a rather monotone voice... he noticed her fluffy ears flopping down, even her tail stroking his thighs as if to convince him. "However, it's really sexy... especially when you speak with vulgar words and tear apart monsters. I never saw you like that before, and honestly, it was quite a beautiful sight."

"You think so...?" She replied, a small smile on her face. Her legs started to kick against her seat while her white tail slapped against his thighs.

"Yeah, I'm rather entranced. So, I have a question." He took his drink and leaned forward, looking at her with a sly gaze. "Why did you hide it for so long? I mean, there are also the times you slipped into my room and sniffed me or touched my crotch. Though because you didn't go further, I didn't bring it up, but are you a sex pest?"

"Haha, of course not. I mean, the reason I'm this way is that you smell nice, and you're pretty handsome too. So I kind of had an instinctual attraction to you. Like marking? Somehow, whenever you worked out or came home after working hard, you smelt so bad... and at first, I went to scold you for not showering, but...

the scent made me a little insane..."

Nikolai stopped, his eyes slowly flicking towards Nikita as he noticed her red cheeks, as she seemed to have downed an entire litre of R-Standard Vodka with over 60% purity.

"Haha... is that why you started to come to my room and sniff me? I always felt something breathing against me in the night, though I thought it was a dream at first." He was amazed he was having this conversation, and a part of him wondered if she would realise that she had exposed herself while drunk, but Nikita rarely opened up to him like this, and he wouldn't stop.

"Ah... that, I'm sorry. It's just that your scent was addictive, and sometimes it got a little unbearable... like this afternoon... haa, I'm such a failure... Before and after a full moon, it's unbearable, and I ache so much, it takes all my strength to stop from forcing myself onto you."

Nikita was a little teary as she gulped down the last of her vodka before opening a second bottle, her other hand caressing his thigh. Nikolai was quite amazed by her actions. Although he felt a little aroused as he felt Nikita's hand, combined with her scent and words, Nikolai was sober, and she wasn't and refused to be that much of a scumbag.

"Nikita, slow down, you're drunk." He said, pulling the bottle away, causing her to glare at him, her tail slapping him several times in annoyance.

"No, give it back... I want to drink, Fucker, even if you're Nikolai!" She snatched the bottle, her voice raising a little, which he found a little amusing and cute, seeing the wolf-girl's pouting face as she held the bottle and her ears raised in anger.

"Well, if you keep drinking, I'll head home."

"Ah~ w-wait..." She stopped, her cheeks flushed red and puffed out as she pouted at him. "Haa... I'm so pathetic. Nikolai... don't leave me."

Nikolai sighed as he stroked her head. Her ears raised in delight as she snuggled into his chest, nuzzling against it.

"I'll stay with you, but only until you sleep, ok?" He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder while taking a sip of his drink.

***

In the end, her father sent someone to pick her up an hour later. The fact she remained dressed and the only scents that filled the room were Nikita's thick scent. Her father's subordinate let Nikolai off with a bitter smile.

Nikolai felt tired. He wasn't used to being up so late, and the fact they would be attending a class gathering in the coming few days made him feel even worse.

'I thought becoming a werewolf or vampire would make me more nocturnal...'

[Don't rush things; you haven't even spent two full days yet. Maybe in a few days, you'll be able to survive with a few minutes a day.]

"Yeah... but Nikita is truly powerful... I was shocked that I couldn't see anything but her three sizes with my ability... Even her feelings are hidden, despite being so obvious."

[Well, she's a purebred werewolf with an origin bloodline, and unlike you, she's been training and fighting since she was a little pup.]

"I see... origin bloodline?"

Nikita's image floated through his mind. Nikita was a beautiful girl, a fact he had known since they were children. Despite her strange attitude towards him, she was still quite the beauty, with a body that could rival models, except for her height, which was tragic.

"Is the Fenrir clan a strong one?"

[One of the three great werewolf clans, below only the Volkov family, well before the Volkov family fell...]

"What happened to them?"

As Nikolai reached his door, he unlocked the door and walked in. He was tired and wanted to sleep. He also wondered how he could be a good leader.

"I'll probably have to meet some of these families, right?"

He took his shoes off and placed them in the cupboard beside the door before going to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of chilled water.

[Yeah, you'll have to. The Volkov family is rebuilding itself under the leadership of your father's relatives, but they don't have the power of your father.]

[Thus, they will show up eventually. I just worry about what will happen regarding Nikita and her feelings.]

[The Fenrir family is being pressured to marry her to the Hati clan's heir because although the Fenrir family has already lost their position. Nikita still holds their pure bloodline, making her a valuable asset.]

"Nikita isn't some object to breed!" Nikolai shouted. He wasn't sure why it felt so infuriating; no, maybe he just wanted to deny it. He needed to deny these feelings because of how messed up his life was right now, and this might be his justification.

At least for now...