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

(Let’s switch to general for now, my readers. And sorry, it’s just one Chapter, school has it out for me to the point I feel like my brain is melting. I’ll make it up for you guys sometime, so just bear with me for now)

General Pov

"Why couldn’t you get it?" Rhaeger asked as he stood in front of his line of men, who all had their heads bowed and their hands behind their backs.

"Apologies, sir, but it seems all the CCTV cameras leading down that path have been destroyed for some time now, and no repairs have been put in place," one of his men reported.

"Destroyed?" Rhaeger asked, his eyes squinted in suspicion. "How is that possible? Are you saying the entire neighborhood doesn’t have security footage?"

The men stayed silent.

They didn’t know how to explain this either. Every single one of the CCTV cameras had one fault or the other, making it impossible to capture the image of the streets.

They approached the control center and discovered it had been like that for a month.

’Something’s not right.’ Rhaeger thought, tapping his feet restlessly on the ground. ’I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it. Something is definitely not right here, and this all centers around that man I saw the other day.’

If it was true that rogues did inhabit this part of the country, then it was understandable that the cameras were destroyed by them so that their activities could not be monitored, but that’s only the case if the rogues are involved in some sort of illegal activities.

Rhaeger went around to secret circles that werewolves sometimes visit while mingling with the humans and illegally trading goods, but he discovered there was none of that sort going on in the area.

He asked a few who might know, and they said about two months ago, the rogues doing illegal activities were swept off by an unknown force, and since then, the rogues have been staying in check, out of sight and out of trouble.

It didn’t make sense. How was it possible to take rogues? They wouldn’t be called rogues if they were so easily tamed. Even the powerful packs were finding it an issue to tame rogues, so they just gave up on them.

Yet... Someone had done this. A secret faction, huh?

He was getting even more curious about the happenings of this part of the country.

"What do we do now, sir?" One of the men, Logan, asked, and Rhaeger sighed.

"Since we can’t survey the area through the CCTV’s then we’ll have no choice but to do it manually." He said. "Logan, have your men fit into the surroundings, like their living normal lives, but keep an eye out for whatever happens around and mostly on that individual," he ordered, referring to Michael. "I have a feeling that if we want answers, he’s the only one who can lead us to those answers."

Meanwhile, Michael was living a rather peaceful life with Noah. He wasn’t even worrying about money because he left the accounting stuff to Noah. If they were running short on money soon, Noah would definitely let him know.

He gave him a certain threshold to look out for.

He wasn’t scared of Noah running off with his money either. That was how much he trusted him.

"39," Michael said, his body going down and up again. "40,"

He was lying on top of Noah’s body while Noah did push-ups, and honestly, he was loving his position.

"41... 42," he did the counting and often giggled for no reason. "Wow, I’m sure you could do this all day."

"Yeah, I can." Noah confidently said. "I can’t even feel your weight."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Michael asked, as he sat up on Noah’s back, pouting.

"I’m saying," Noah glanced back and said, as he paused his push-ups. "You don’t weigh a thing, and I could carry you all day long."

Michael went silent and even looked away. Was he embarrassed? No, he was just flustered.

"Jeez, I get it. I get it." He said. "You’re the man with the strong muscles and infinite strength and in the dainty mate." He relaxed on Noah’s back again, lying down straight and hugging him.

Noah paused for a minute and then asked,

"Michael, does it bother you?"

Michael opened one eye to look at him and asked,

"Does what bother me?"

"The change in your body," Noah said, and Michael flinched.

So, he did notice.

"I knew from the start that the mark would change your body, but I didn’t know what kind of change it would be because I don’t remember much. But after my rut, it seemed like your body structure began to change." He said. "Right now, you look more dainty and feminine than normal, which makes me wonder if I did something horrible to you. That’s why I asked, does it bother you?"

Michael remained silent, his gaze drifting from the wall to the floor, and then he closed his eyes.

It did bother him. He bothered him a lot, but he was so relieved that no one else would see his body besides Noah.

He made him like that, so the question wasn’t if it bothered him. It was...

"Does my current appearance make you feel more comfortable screwing around with me?"

Not the best choice of words but Michael felt uncomfortable and shitty inside so he chose those words and waited to see the kind of reaction Noah would have.

"Screwing huh? We do screw around like animals, no doubt." Noah said. "But I’d like to believe, at one point, what you and I do is ’make love’ and not just fuck to our hearts content." He said, and Michael’s heart widened.

His heart started thumping violently. What did Noah just say? He said they were... ’making love’? Why the hell was he using such cheesy lines?

"And it doesn’t bother me if you stayed the way you were or if you became feminine thanks to my mark." He resumed the pushups. "You’d still be you, and the mark would still be there. I’d have had a reaction no matter what your body looks like, so I hope you don’t worry too much about it."

Michael felt soft and squishy inside. Why was Noah doing this to him? He felt like his heart was going to explode and his body would melt.

Melt into that big, strong body that kept going up and down with each push-up.

"Noah," Michael called. "You don’t think you’ll get away with it that easily, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Noah asked, and Michael began to get down, dragging Noah down with him, but it was a dangerous act since Michael didn’t exactly have the strength to pull Noah.

Noah decided to just go along with that, he was doing so, so he could protect Michael from hitting his head, and after juggling for a while, they finally ended up in a position where Noah was above Michael, who panted softly below him, out of breath.

"Noah," Michael called.

Noah had both his hands on the floor on both sides of Michael’s head, supporting his own weight with his knees on the floor.

It looked like he had Michael trapped, but he was the one trapped since his eyes wouldn’t leave Michael for even one minute.

"Noah," Michael called softly a second time, his eyes glistening and hinting at how much... How badly... He wanted Noah.

"Michael, we did it yesterday," Noah said, and Michael smiled with no words.

Even if they made that promise, there was no guarantee that it would hold up for long.

It had been a while since the rule was put in place so it was a miracle that it had held up this far, given how much of an horny dog Micheal was and how Noah never failed to fall once Micheal set his mind to seduce him.

"I know," Michael said, but raised his hands and began to roam over Noah’s wet shirt that had been soaked from his sweat. "I’m not doing anything, I swear. I just... Want to be a little touchy."

As if he hadn’t been touchy all day already.

He knew that once he started touching Noah, Noah would begin to feel a burning arousal down there, and it was hard to contain himself.

Still... Noah tried his best not to break the promise first and be seen as a beast who was always thinking of his lower half.

"You’re soaked," Michael said, and gazed at him with seductive eyes. "Wanna take a shower together?"

Of course, it wouldn’t be a simple bath and they would end up fucking if Micheal insisted on it just a bit.

"Michael," Noah called with his eyes closed, knowing the implications of this.

They had never had a bath together, but he was certain of what would happen in the bathroom.

"You said my body doesn’t bother you, but I want you to take responsibility somehow since you’re the reason I turned out this way," Michael said. "So, why don’t you carry me to the bathroom so we can both stand facing each other with our bare skins?"

It wouldn’t be the first time since they were always naked when they had sex. But there was something different about being naked during sex and being naked while in the bathroom.

Both just didn’t seem the same.

After giving it a little thought, Noah knew he wouldn’t win against Michael and decided to give in.

"Alright," he said. "Let’s take a bath together,"

Michael heard this and a cunning grin played on his lips.

"Great."