Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

Noah’s POV

My breathing feels unsteady. I think I’m losing my rationality slowly.

I grabbed my head, trying to think straight but the man lying in front of me, Michael, was making things hard for me.

Ever since earlier, that scent he had been giving off was completely unlike his usual scent. It’s a stronger and more destructive scent and if I stay any longer, I fear I won’t be able to hold back.

Ever since a while back, when Micheal had a fever, I noticed he had the scent of a female while he was burning and fighting for his life. That was when I began to notice that my rut was near.

I don’t know how that was possible since he’s a human and he’s a man, at that. Though females aren’t specified with gender, I just never imagined the one who picked me up to be a female as well.

I got to smell that scent from him again when he tried to force me to speak, kissing my neck and sharing body contact. And the more he poked around my neck, the stronger the scent became and that forced me to secrete a little bit of my Pheromones.

I had my suspicion already and that incident confirmed it. I just needed to get a whiff of it one more time from him, but after that day, he never tried anything specific, and I did not smell that scent around him anymore.

Was it all my imagination? I hoped it was. I hoped I was mistaking his scent for a female and that was all.

Because if Micheal happened to be a female then it would complicate things. A werewolf in heat could never resist the scent of a female.

And now... I stared at him, my nose sniffing the air and taking in the harsh and thick Pheromones of a female coming from me.

It made my mouth salivate. It made me want to get a taste of him. I had already touched him, and his scent was lingering around me, so even if I left the room, it wouldn’t change anything.

It seemed like what I was trying to avoid had finally come.

*Eat him* a voice spoke in my head. It was my inner wolf that had been dormant for a while.

It wanted me to ’eat’ Micheal. I wanted to get a taste of his insides, plant my seeds inside him, and... Ugh, what am I thinking?

I picked up the bottle of water and splashed water on my face, hoping to clear my eyes and hopefully, my thoughts.

I had spoken so lightly about it when I told him to take responsibility if things went this way but... I’m in trouble.

If I can’t control myself, I might turn into a wolf and... I shook my head. I would end up scaring him.

I just have to stay calm.

I covered Micheal up with the blanket, rolling him up like a burrito, and then laid next to him, holding him in my arms.

This way, I might be able to avoid forcing myself on him but... I could feel my dick twitching uncomfortably in my pants and I was sweating.

Being close to Micheal like this turned me on even more but I had no choice. If I just went to sleep, it might all be over.

So, I forced myself to sleep.

(Uh, I think you falling asleep will only give your wolf a way to take over. But since you don’t know, I can’t blame you. But don’t be too shocked if you wake up to find out you’re balls deep inside Micheal)

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Micheal’s POV

I don’t know how long I had been out for but I do know that I was feeling much better than when the drug was in effect.

Yet, it felt so hot that it forced my eyes open. I found myself wrapped in the blanket like a burrito and there were strong arms wrapped around me as well.

No wonder I felt so suffocated?

What was Noah thinking? I tried to free myself, but I’d have to get rid of his arms first before I could get out of the blankets, but his arms wouldn’t budge.

It was as if the more I tried to take them off me, the harder he squeezed. At that rate, he was really going to make me a burrito.

I was thinking of waking him up so he could take his arms off himself but then I noticed there was some kind of movement going on below.

Noah was moving his hips and though I could not feel anything because of the blanket, I could tell he was grinding himself against my butt.

Wait, what was he actually doing?

I wanted to take a closer look, but what I found was Noah’s golden, hazy, and delirious eyes on me, his barely closed mouth, which had saliva dribbling down, and his uneven breath breathing on my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

There seemed to be excessive hair on the sides of his face as well.

His fangs seemed to be longer too.

He looked like a beast. No, half beast because he hadn’t fully transformed.

What had happened while I was asleep?

He kept grinding his lower half against me and I turned away, wondering if this was the rut he was talking about. He must’ve fallen asleep while trying to hold himself back, so did that mean his sleepwalking attitude had returned?

At this point, I was sure his wolf had taken possession of him.

I had done a little more research because I was unsure why he had suddenly stopped sleepwalking, and that was when I found out that werewolves usually had an inner voice that could be said to be their wolf. It was the voice that never lied. If it wanted something, it would say it, and if the wolfman was in denial, its wolf would clarify their doubts without an issue.

It was left for the wolfman to believe.

And the wolf could be said to manifest like a defensive mechanism when the owner was asleep.

So, I assumed he was no longer sleepwalking because he had gotten comfortable with me and didn’t need to activate his defensive mechanism.

But it also raised a question in my mind. Why did Noah’s wolf come on to me so intimately to begin with? It was like his wolf wanted me but he didn’t.

Well, now wasn’t the time to be pondering on that. Noah was suffering and it was all thanks to me. I had to do something.

I had to...

My eyes met with his again and I gulped. The sheer desire in them was enough to make my heart pound in excitement. It was as if he was screaming out with those gold flickers that he wanted me. No, he needed me.

Technically, it was his wolf but still, they were the same person.

What do I do in a situation like this?

Are we really going to do it? Is Noah really going to have sex with me? He won’t hate me for this after he wakes up, right?

Of course not. After all, I’m doing this to save his life and not satisfy my own selfish and lustful desire which I had been secretly harboring for weeks.

I gulped. I guess I can’t deny it anymore.