No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 37: New Arrival In Town

In front of the Royal Palace, one of the most expensive and most prominent luxury hotels in New York, a luxurious English sedan parked.

The doorman rushed to open the door for the passenger when a young woman of great beauty got out of the car dressed in a long black dress that highlights her curves and her pretty figure, her hair tied in a strict and impeccable bun on her nape, at the end of her long graceful neck sparkles a diamond necklace as the accessories in her hair.

Her elegant gait attracted more than one look, not to mention the attraction that emanates from her person. She cast a furtive glance at the valet who kept looking at her and the doorman hastened to look away and went past her to open the front door. A porter ran up to meet them to retrieve the lady’s belongings in the trunk of the car.

Before she could even make her way to the reception the manager rushed to meet her to welcome her, at the reception they rushed to take care of her, everyone in the lobby and the waiting room had eyes only for her.

Miss Baryton, your suite is waiting for you, please follow me.

Her belongings have been taken up to the “soft breeze” suite. The suite opened onto a large terrace equipped with a jacuzzi and an outdoor minibar with a breathtaking panoramic view.

A smirk tugged at her cherry-colored lips. She turned to the porter whom she dismissed, ordering him to put down her things.

You can leave, I will take care of the rest myself. Wait, please spread the word, I don’t want to be bothered and under no circumstances. I will let you know my needs myself if possible.

Yes, miss it’s understood. He was almost at the door when she called him back.

You’ll be on duty until what time? Her soft and melodious voice fills the room and flows over the skin of the young baggage handler like a bath of milk and rose petals. His ears redden when he saw the look of the young lady on him, intimidated by her, he can no longer place a word.

She approached him dangerously, until brushing his arm, a shiver ran down the spine of the young porter who stammered a few incomprehensible words.

She opened her designer purse that she was still holding and handed him two hundred dollar bills. He opened his eyes wide and tried to say it was too much but nothing came out of his mouth. She slipped the tickets into his shirt pocket where his name Oliver Kerf was written.

Oliver do me a favor please come back to me when you are done with your shift, I have something to ask you. Did you understand me she said with a much softer voice than the one used before, which can be described as tantalizing or even sweet torture.

Oliver nodded as if bewitched by the voice and the smile of the pretty Miss Baryton. Good, she said, now you can leave.

She turned on her heels and walked away from him, sliding the sleeve of her black dress over her shoulder without even waiting for Oliver to leave the room. The dress slid smoothly down her slender body before ending on the floor with a rustle.

Oliver’s heart raced furiously in his chest, which the reception would have heard if the walls of the suite weren’t soundproofed despite being on the twentieth floor.

He gazed ecstatically at the spine of her back, her cheeky butts, and that red lace string that suits her so well, and he turned his attention to her long legs, her high luxurious heels perfectly in line with the rest of what she wears.

She turned around and faced him, revealing her pretty, firm, round, bare breasts as big as two gala apples ready to bite into them, to his greedy eyes and watering mouth.

His eyes widened and a noticeable jolt popped up in his pants, and blood began to flow towards his penis with incalculable speed, he tries in vain to chase the image of this bewitching girl from his head without succeeding.

Startled by the sudden and uncontrollable movement of his body, and his pants starting to bulk up, he started to step back hastily while clumsily trying to hide the boxing that had formed in his black pants.

Once far enough away from her he turned and ran toward the door without asking for his remains, by cursing his penis to be so shameless.

He arrived in the hall panting, with shortness of breath and drops of cold sweat on his forehead. He leaned against the door, which he closed behind him to try to calm the crazy beating of his heart and catch his breath a little.

He glanced down the hallway to see if any prying eyes were witnessing his condition, he is not really to be lectured for being unprofessional at work or something.

He was relieved to find that he was alone, not to mention the fact that the surveillance cameras on the twentieth floor are always off when these VIPs are present.

He starts searching in his head for a disgusting and repulsive image that could help him get rid of this woman adorned with the body of a goddess in his thoughts and calm down his crotch, but he couldn’t find any that could help him.

My mother, he said aloud, I have to think of her going through my things and scolding me, I just need this to help me and it worked.

If there’s one thing Oliver hates, it’s seeing his mother storming into his room without knocking like a fury, with curlers on her head, a clay mask on her face, in her ash gray bathrobe, her marmoset slippers at her feet.

She starts rummaging around, talking very loudly, while Oliver is still in bed. Yeah, she has a knack for doing it early in the morning, waking up in a hurry every time Oliver always starts screaming at the top of his lungs into his pillow with rage and indignation.

This is also the reason why he works at the Palace Royale, he wants to move out of his mom’s house. He and his brother Perth can’t stand their mother’s hysterical behavior since their father’s death fifteen years ago.

Near the lake, Alfred and Howie sit on the benches attached to the large, long table in the yard made of the same wood as that of the house.

Sitting opposite each other Alfred let himself go in a short contemplation of the kid in front of him, he realizes that he has never seen him so close and looked at him for so long either.

He was always afraid that he would notice him, or rather surprise him because there was something about him that frightened him.

Howie noticed he is absent-minded and absorbed in staring at him curiously, he let him take his time plus he knows he always showed him inexplicable respect which was only fear. He always felt his fears when he approached him.

This is indeed the reason why he tried his best to seem more friendly to him, and avoided stressing him too much for the safety of the boys when they are with him.

While in the other hand the latter has blind faith in Marc, from the first day he met Marc he showed him unfailing admiration.

Tch, how silly! Howie commented with a smirk.

Bravael heard his remark, and he glanced in their direction, he notices the way Alfred is lost in the contemplation of his friend, and he hastened to leave his observation post to join them.

He slapped his hand on the table in front of Alfred who jumped up abruptly until he lost his balance, he tipped over into the void behind him.

Howie abruptly rose from his seat, he leaned over the table and caught his flying arm preventing him from falling on his back in the gravel. All this at the lightning speed.

Tsk, why did you catch him, drop him? who allowed him to look at you with those soft eyes of his for so long? Bravael asked Howie, staring at Alfred with disdain.

Damn it! But what is his problem exactly? asked Alfred furiously, glancing angrily at El, who looked at him nonchalantly.

What, asked the latter, you want to fight? Do you know how to do it at least? Bravael asks him with a cocky smile on the corner of his lips, smiling at Alfred’s angry head who looks like a silly kid for him.

Who exactly is this brat who’s been fighting me since he’s been here, it’s like I did something to him when I don’t even know his name let alone who he is?

Hey, stupid rascal, watch the way you talk about me or you might regret it bitterly. Bravael threatened him back.

Who are you calling a brat, ill-mannered prank?

Ok, Howie thinks, letting out an exasperating sigh. so Alfred doesn’t know yet that he’s gotten a few good years younger. That’s kinda funny.

Hey guys, please stop, I can’t stand you arguing like that.

Howie intervenes with a slow and weary voice, you make me want to peel your skin alive. So stop it before I get pissed off, he continues with a firm voice changing his tone.

And you El, get your ass back here, Leave him alone you silly. Without even waiting for the latter to say anything, he grabbed his arm and forced him to come and sit next to him.

Tell me your story Alfred, but first of all, I want to apologize for putting you in danger and everything that happened to you is my fault, I should never have asked you to accompany my father that evening.

Tch, pff then, he knows him too! Bravael grumbled between his teeth, rolling his eyes.

You shut up, Howie ordered him without even looking at him, in response, El rolled his eyes once again. And I know that no excuse will be able to compensate for the emotional damage that you have had to undergo and even less bodily.

A small smile appeared on Alfred’s lips discreetly, So he knows how to talk to people without making them uncomfortable or pissing them off, he thinks silently.

No, it was my fault, I acted stupidly that night and paid the full price for my stupidity... he paused thinking a short moment about this night before resuming talking.

How is your father? He finally asks, lowering his voice which makes it hoarse.

He hasn’t been well since that famous night, he hardly sleeps, and he goes patrolled all the time to look for you, he never misses an opportunity, he thinks I don’t know but we know.

Ah, it’s him, cried Bravael standing up abruptly but Howie caught him and forced him to sit down again giving him a hard look... you shut up, do you remember what I told you, a few seconds, hm?

So he probably doesn’t know he’s gotten younger, he says in his head, widening his eyes. Which earned him a good slap on the hand by Howie and a glare from Alfred.

Why is he so turbulent? the latter asks himself, rolling his eyes.

You and Marc have nothing to do with this story, I took advantage when Marc had his back turned to go out, I needed to breathe some fresh air.

I sneaked out the back door, not expecting this decision to be decisive for my last hours of life, I fell straight into an ambush.

What, how come, they were the ones who attacked you and turned you? Howie asked clenching his fists on the table.

No, no Alfred hastened to add, playing with his hands under the table. They saved me Theo saved me, he transformed me to help me.

Tch, this little prick is doing charity work when this hybrid could be the cause of their downfall one day. What does he have, instead of his brains, that one?

El grumbled through gritted teeth, clenching his fists until his knuckles whitened. He got up from the bench abruptly, drawing the attention of the other two to him, he went to pace like every time there is something to work on.

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of Howie’s lips, who is kinda aware of what is going on with him now.

This good-for-nothing little brat is starting to understand what it’s like to worry about someone, pff who would have thought it would happen to him one day? Howie gave him a discreet look over his shoulder before focusing on Alfred.

Don’t worry about him he’s fine, Howie adds to Alfred who seems concerned about El’s new state of mind, he’s just starting to grow up for once after all this time. Come on let’s talk, I’m listening.

Oh, I see Alfred answered without taking his eyes off El, then he looked at H. Yeah, kids are confusing he said shaking his head in disbelief.

Yeah, and you’re back at this point Howie commented mentally.

I was saying, yeah, I was stabbed for someone else, they were waiting for a regular who often went to smoke in the corner.

That’s what I understood when they freaked out when they saw my face. They fled, leaving me in the alley to bathe in my blood and choke on it. They stabbed me ten times, in my back, my neck, and my stomach, they attacked me from behind actually.

Howie clenched his fist and his eyes changed to a bright red, Alfred jumped and stood up abruptly upon seeing H’s sharp, menacing claws. Bravael sensed the change and rushed towards them.

Hey, what did you do to him, you damn kid?

Uh, me, nothing... I didn’t do anything at all. Alfred stuttered, staring in horror at the new Howie in front of him.

The blue eyes he greeted me with were much more welcoming, the latter commented to himself.

Hey buddy, let’s calm down Bravael whispered as he slowly approached H while letting out a wave of sweet pheromone that slowly invaded the atmosphere until the air they breathed was filled with his sweet smell which acts as a tranquilizer on them but Howie doesn’t respond to his help.

The latter gave a violent claw in the table which shattered as if it were a glass table. Bravael backed away sharply to avoid the pieces of wood as Alfred hovered across the table, shielding his head and eyes.

Damn, he yelled while squatting because Howie keeps venting his anger on the table unable to calm down, better he smash the table instead of focusing his attention on something else otherwise he might kill them all mercilessly.

Poor idiots, cowards, who surely have no one waiting for them at home who dared to kill you, by subjecting you to such an act of cruelty.

He grumbled, slashing the table with his claws, one harder than the last. His arms and legs begin to itch. He looked at his hands unable to stop what was happening to him.

He cracked his neck as he tilted his head from left to right, on either side of his shoulder. The shape of his jaws changed, frightening fangs began to protrude from his mouth, and his ears began to lengthen exaggeratedly, as did his teeth.

Bravael ran to retrieve Alfred, whom he asked to go to safety before it was too late, he doesn’t want Howie to regret doing anything stupid when he will come back to his sense.

Go to down find the others, Bravael ordered him, helping him up, you have to stay hiding, don’t come out until I tell you, do you understand me? Don’t let any of them out including you, run fast. Alfred ran without asking for his rest to get out of H’s field of vision.

I was right to be afraid of this boy, my feelings were correct, the latter thinks while running away at full speed. And El, he’s starting to regret ripping the basement door off.

Even if that wouldn’t have stopped him, at least he would have to tear it off before entering it, now nothing stands in his way, he just has to cross it and we’re all going to die here tonight.

That will teach me to be so silly, I hope in my next life I’ll be more careful and less stubborn.

During this time, Howie finishes accomplishing his transformation, and this time, he has felt and seen everything, he is a spectator of his transformation for the first time.

A huge giant beast rose in front of El, he is twice his current size. He wasn’t as disfigured and ugly as he was the first time. He has changed, he is strong, all in firm muscle, and well worked out to perfection.

The only scary things left from his first transformation are his fangs, his claws, his strength, his power, and his speed. For someone who is not part of the supernatural world would only see the monster, but those who know the story can only admire the specimen.

Just like Bravael who had time to smile despite the delicate situation in which they all find themselves.

He will always look so gorgeous, sumptuous, and splendid no matter what form he ends up in. He was born to dominate and he will always dominate regardless of the world, the century, or the city in which they will carry him around, he will remain the one that he is a god with a pure heart and some good intentions. comment Bravael with pride as if the latter is some kind of kid he raised himself.

But I’m going to have to move my ass if I don’t want him to tear me into pieces and took me away from this world that I’m starting to appreciate.

In turn, he transformed, if he wants to help him he cannot stay in his human form and the level of pheromone he produces in his human form is far too low to act on the nerves of this devilish wild beast in front of him.

The beared-man materialized in all his glory, he straightened up carrying his head with pride, he bulged his chest and pumped his biceps as if he were in a ring ready for a bloody fight.

He began by invading him with a little pheromone shake to see how he would react, It didn’t take him long to realize that this gesture was pissing off the angry wolf-man in front of him.

With a stride, Howie closes the distance between them, Bravael quickly backed away to dodge his attack.

This pissed off Howie even more, he charged once more against the latter while anticipating his gesture, Bravael was taken by surprise when Howie grabbed him by the throat.

That son of a bitch! Ursoc grumbled between his teeth. He gritted his teeth, he materialized a purple ball of his life energy with which he landed a violent punch in the right ribs of Howie, who dropped him.

The power of the blow he received would have sent him flying through the air if he were just a wolf or any other creature, he planted his feet firmly on the ground and his claws helped him to keep his balance he slid leaving long tracks in the gravel.

Without waiting he landed another punch as he flitted to meet him, he hit him in his jaw, and Howie shook his head at the punch he received, while his eyes start to shine even brighter.

Stop playing with fire Bravael, the latter begins to lecture himself.

It is then that the fight becomes serious, Bravael uses his strength, his life energy, his speed, and his pheromones to fight against Howie, an opponent as formidable as he is frightening.

He hit Howie in a way to hit precise areas, where his meridians are located to weaken his life energy so he can calm him down, he knows it’s safe because he will recover quickly and he begins to get exhausted from using all these things at the same time, they rob him of his resistance.

Because all that matters to him now is to calm him down. Both receive violent and mortal blows but fortunately, they are both powerful and resistant entities, so They can withstand much more than that.

Howie clawed him viciously in the stomach and flew him through the air like a straw doll. He fell into a bad position with his back against the wall which constitutes the base of the entrance to the underground, he heard his bones breaking just as Rufus heard it too.

He spat blood before he fell face down on the gravel, Howie was up to him in the next second.

This bastard is fast, he will pay me all that when he comes to himself later one, he mumbled he can’t stop himself commenting.

Howie lifted his foot to crush his head when Theo’s voice called out to him. Why don’t you try to catch me the big broom, we’ll see who is more effective, your big carcass or my small appearance.

What a jerk! Didn’t I order them so that they stay inside, what the hell is he doing here? He must have a death wish, what happened to him just now isn’t enough, isn’t it?

While he railed against Theo’s sudden appearance, he took advantage of H’s moment of inattention to get out of his line of sight. He rolled to the side and knocked him hard with another killing blow.

Howie got angry and this time instead of heading towards Bravael, before Bravael could even understand his intentions the wild thing was already holding Theo by his collar.

Theo himself didn’t see it coming. Howie studied him for a moment, he felt his life energy envelop Theo, he looked at him closer before throwing him against the house like a soccer ball.

He broke one of the large French windows that make up the house and fell directly on the tiled floor of a large kitchen furnished with care, refinement, and a great sense of aesthetics, and above all everything is tidy and very clean.

Damn that son of a bitch! I’m going to kill him, Theo cursed, growling. He got up and jumped through the opening he had just created himself thanks to Howie.

Like the wolf that he is, he is agile and fast, but not as fast as Howie. As Howie was about to give Bravael a good swig, he felt the speed at which Theo launched himself with both feet forward to hit him, he changed his target and the blow he was about to deliver to El was directed to Theo.

If Bravael can withstand his opponent’s mortal blows, it doesn’t mean that Theo can too. It only takes one bad scratch from that beast for the latter to be nothing more than a corpse lying on the ground devoid of life and meaning.

Without hesitation or thinking, Bravael used all his strength and speed to get between Howie and Theo. The pentagram engraved on his forehead began to shine a bright and aggressive purple, he moved faster than light, he was light as a leaf, he arrived just as H’s claws were ready to pierce Theo’s abdomen.

He caught him in his arms and the protective barrier materialized around them. Howie collided with the barrier which propelled him into the air he executed a back glide with his claws hanging above his head ready to attack, unable to finish the move he undertook.

The shock was so powerful that he executed a fall for a distance of fifteen to twenty meters at most to the lake where he made a forced dive into the water which ended in a thud.

The rest of the pack, who had been following the blind fight, came out of the basement in a hubbub as if they were going to do something usefull to help the others, but it’s Theo fears that force them to get out, their alpha was one more time in danger.

Theo was still in Bravael’s arms when they surfaced, lost in each other’s gaze surrounded by the protection of the barrier that materialized to protect them, they look like a picture straight out of a fairy tale.

The others were stunned by the extraordinary beauty of the odd man, whom their alpha devoured with his eyes without any of them realizing that they had spectators.

Pressed against the muscular body of this mystical and supernatural creature both disturbing and seductive Theo can no longer think straight.

Bravael frowned when he saw him raise his hand to touch his face and oddly he just wanted to lean over him and place his cheek in the hollow of his palm which was offered to him, but a shrill cry pierced the starry night like a storm that comes to disturb a wonderful and sunny day.

The scream brought them back to reality, Bravael let go of Theo who fell heavily on the gravel floor on his pelvis he groaned and glared salaciously at El who looked away awkwardly avoiding his gaze.

They cast awkward glances around them to understand where the noise came from and why. The rest of the pack no longer knows where to look, sometimes they look at the man-bear, sometimes they turn their attention to the man-wolf who emerged from the water under the disturbing light of the moon.

He was rather calm but the expression on his face can’t say as much. Bravael went to place himself in front of the rest of the pack, dragging Theo with him so that the other cheeps too could benefit from the protection of the barrier.

But Howie didn’t make any sudden movements he walked slowly and calmly, they could make out every movement and every part of his body, whispering voices rose among them.

I told you so, whispered a small, shaky voice, He’s a pure blood. Yeah, you said so and then, asked another, what exactly does it change?

Howie raised a weary hand in front of his eyes to stare at his claws as sharp as a butcher’s knife while walking towards them as he slowly shifted to his human form.

The protective barrier fell and Bravael also shifted to his human form under the amazed gaze of the Rufus. Howie finds himself naked as a worm yet he continues to walk toward the others without the slightest embarrassment.

The lupus is shocked to see the splendor of his body, and especially the enormous size of the rod that hung between his legs.

Theo only followed El’s reaction to his friend’s nudity, which looks like a sculpture carved out of ebony wood, who is only watching him discreetly from the corner of his eyes as if they were playing tag and the mouse.

He knows Howie has a great body and he ain’t bad either but right now he was more busy spying on the almond-eyed boy who smells like the sweet pineapple and candy he just held in his arms, this other smell that he doesn’t succed to recognise.

This boy, with whom he spent these last few days fighting because he dared to want to submit him once, he is craving to know what he thinks of Howie. because it doesn’t matter if you are a girl or a boy, straight or gay, you would still want to touch Howie, at least once.

Great is his joy when he notices that the other was still under his spell. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, then with a light heart, he walked over to H to give him his sweatshirt.