I Know What My Worth Is

Alastor peered down at his reflection in the gently rippling surface of the crystalline lake. The wolf that stared back at him was a far more grizzled and weathered face compared to the one that had been there only a couple short years ago when he'd first arrived in Boreas. Four new thin lines of scars ran down the left side of his face, starting just above his brow and ending halfway down his cheek, a permanent memento left behind by the fucking clown he'd buried. Well, not literally buried, since he left him out for the buzzards. It was the least the fucker deserved. Hopefully the carrion birds didn't think he tasted too funny. Alastor smirked at his own sick joke. Well, at least he'd gotten one cool thing from that fight. Two things actually, if you counted his wife fucking his brains out afterward. The scars did make him seem that much more fearsome and impressive, and Manea found them incredibly hot.

Still, it took some getting used to. This was his face now, and while not marred or disfigured very much, it was still a change. Ever since Manea had finally founded Elysium as a pack and laid claim to the island and the peninsula beyond, everything felt like it was in a state of change. His family was changing, his children growing while he and Manea prepared to bring another litter into the world next season, his pack was changing as members became permanent fixtures and settled in, his whole life was changing while he got used to the idea of being someone with power and notoriety. It was bizarre to think, the demonic maniac with a penchant for chaos and murder was now part of an alpha couple ruling in Boreas. My how he'd made a life for himself...

But it wasn't all roses. He was still dealing with the fallout of Kefka's incestuous rape attempt. Manea, while forgiving of him when she learned the truth of what happened, was still somewhat cautious with him around other women. His face was still in the process of healing his scars. And Relm... Relm was actively avoiding him, which was perfectly fine by him. The less she was around, the less he had to think about the awkward conversation that might follow, or be subjected to her obnoxious heat scent. It was also a growing concern of his whether she would try to fuck him again or not. She'd already shown she wanted his dick when she refused to leave when he warned her to, instead offering herself to him, and then... Well, they both knew what happened next.

Alastor growled and splashed some of the cold lake water on his face. He didn't want to think about that right now. He didn't want Relm to leave the pack, of course not! Things had just become more tedious living in the same lands as her. Rising to his paws, the dire brute began to stalk his way back around the lake towards the center of the island, headed for his den so he could finish unpacking. But as his luck would have it, there sat Relm right on the rocky shore. He didn't know if she saw him or not, his black fur not exactly the most noticeable thing in the twilight hours of the day. Alastor shook his head and swallowed a deep breath, literally holding his breath while he walked around the lake and past her, doing all he could to keep from breathing her scent in. If he didn't acknowledge her, it was like she wasn't even there, right?

"Alastor Mendacium"