Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man-Chapter 37: We Fight He Dies

Reed’s POV:

What the fuck was wrong with me?

A whole damn day. A whole damn day of searching, of looking for him at school, only for the stupid human not to show up. My wolf had been restless, agitated, pacing inside me like a caged beast, desperate to catch his scent, to see him.

And when I finally found him?

Reeking of that fucking leech.

The moment I caught the stench of the vampire all over him, something in me snapped. That scent—Blaze’s scent—coating him, sinking into his skin like a fucking claim. It made my vision go red, my body burn with something feral, something I didn’t want to name.

And I did something fucking stupid.

I marked him. Branded him as mine.

I didn’t stop there. No—I shoved my cock past those soft lips, fucked his mouth, made him take it, made him drown in me.

What the hell was I thinking?

Never in my lifetime did I ever imagine myself getting a blowjob from a human. A male human.

And what scared me the most?

I wanted to do more.

I wanted to bend him over and claim him properly.

And I don’t even like men.

I never once looked at a male and wanted. Never once even considered touching one, much less fucking one. And humans? They were beneath me. Too fragile. Too weak. Too disposable.

And yet...

I wanted him.

Not a beautiful, curvy woman. Not some hot, tight, perfect female.

Him.

And it was fucking driving me insane.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I wasn’t just any wolf. I was the wolf—the only one in my pack who never fucked a human. The only one who saw them for what they were—pathetic, weak, disposable.

They weren’t lovers. They weren’t equals. They were prey.

I toyed with humans. That’s what I did. That’s what we all did.

Every weekend, we’d pick a few unlucky ones—college kids, drunks stumbling too far from the city, clueless hikers. We’d let them think they had a chance, give them a head start, make them run. Let them feel that small flicker of hope before we shifted and hunted them down.

And whoever took the most? Whoever spilled the most blood? They won.

That was the game.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Humans were nothing more than entertainment.

So why the fuck did I want this one?

Why did I want to touch him? Why did I want to hear those soft, ragged breaths, see those doe-wide eyes looking up at me?

Why did I want to bury myself inside him?

I clenched my fists, my claws pressing into my palms. The scent of blood filled the air.

I had spent years—years—building my reputation. While the other wolves in my pack had their little human toys, their filthy human whores, I stayed clean. Untouched.

I was the only one who never fucked a human.

I refused to sink that low.

And yet—yet—here I was, thinking about a human.

Not even a woman.

A boy.

A fucking human boy.

My wolf snarled inside me, caught between rage and something worse—something darker.

Because deep down, I knew the truth.

It wasn’t just any human I wanted.

It was him.

And that? That was the real fucking problem.

I was at Walmart with my pack, trying to keep my frustration in check. Every little thing they did—every laugh, every stupid joke—was making my wolf restless. I needed to get the fuck away before I snapped.

I stepped outside, inhaling the crisp night air, trying to shake off this goddamn feeling.

And then my eyes drifted.

To the boarding house.

To his fucking window.

And that’s when I saw it.

A shadow moved—fast. Too fast for a human. Too smooth. It leaped up effortlessly, landing on the windowsill like it weighed nothing.

Carrying something.

No. Carrying someone.

I narrowed my eyes, my wolf sharpening my vision. The scent hit me next, thick and unmistakable.

Blaze.

And in his arms—limp, unconscious—was him.

That stupid fucking vampire had his hands on my human.

My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. He fed on him again.

That leech had drained him to the point of unconsciousness, carried him inside like he was some broken doll.

I know the rules. We don’t interfere with each other’s prey. We don’t start shit over humans. They don’t fucking matter.

But right now, as I stood there watching Blaze disappear inside with him, my vision blurred red.

Why him?

Why the fuck did it have to be him?

Why couldn’t that leech find another human to feed on?

Why did it have to be mine?

I took a step forward before I even realized it.

My wolf growled inside me.

Obliterate.

I could.

I fucking should.

One move—one single move—and I’d rip that leech’s fucking head off.

And yet... I stood there, fists clenched, seething.

Because I knew if I started something now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

And Blaze?

That smug bloodsucking fucker would know exactly why.

My body trembled with rage, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. My wolf was howling inside me, demanding I act—demanding I claim what was mine.

But if I went up there now... if I ripped that leech’s throat out like every instinct in me was screaming to do—the boy would die.

Fighting over humans was rare, but it happened. Our wolves were territorial, possessive—easily provoked.

If a vampire latched onto someone we considered ours, our instincts didn’t see it as just a bloodsucker taking a meal.

It was a challenge.

A direct threat.

And when wolves feel threatened, we fight.

But the law was absolute—if a vampire and a wolf fought over a human, the human dies.

Not because they’re the prize. Not because they matter.

Because it’s the only way to keep peace between our kinds.

Both sides lose.

And if I made the wrong move right now, he would be the one to pay the price.

That’s the rule.

If a wolf and a vampire fight over a human, the human dies. No exceptions. It’s the only way to keep the balance between our species, to prevent all-out war.

I knew this.

Blaze knew this.

That’s why, no matter how much we fucking hated each other, we kept our disputes under wraps.

Fighting over humans was rare—because who the fuck would risk their reputation over a weak, breakable, insignificant thing?

And yet here I was, on the verge of breaking that unspoken rule.

Because he wasn’t just another human.

He had my wolf’s attention. And that meant everything.

My body was already shifting before I could stop it. My bones snapped, reshaped—fur sprouted across my skin as I dropped to all fours. My claws scraped against the pavement, my vision sharpening, instincts taking over.

I had to get out of here. Now.

Before I did something that couldn’t be undone.

With a final snarl toward that window—toward the vampire inside—I launched forward, my paws pounding against the asphalt as I ran.

Ran away.

Because if I stayed—if I let this rage consume me—we’d end up fighting.