Faked Weak Wolf, True Lycan Novel – “Has anyone been inside you before?” The first time he took me, it wasn’t out of love. It was his Rut. Silas Hale, the school’s heartthrob and a high-ranking Gamma. He was relentless. It felt like his wolf wanted to devour me whole, knotting me and hitting that deepest spot over and over again to satisfy his primal biological need. That night, I passed out multiple times, only to be roughly woken up by his insatiable hunger.
From then on, he became addicted to my scent. He couldn’t keep his hands off me. The empty classroom, the rooftop, the Pack Nurse’s office… We left our combined scent in every corner of Moonveil Academy. But he never marked me as his Mate. To him, I’m nothing but a release. I thought his wolf had feelings for me. I was determined to get into the same university as him—Aurorapeak University—so we could finally be together properly. But right before the Alpha Trials—the final exams that determine a wolf’s rank and future—I accidentally walked in on an Admissions Officer from Aurorapeak University talking to Silas.
They were offering him early admission based on his exceptional tactical strategy results. Silas looked at the Elder and said, “I accept, but on one condition. You have to admit Chloe Bennett as well.” I froze. My inner wolf whimpered in the back of my mind. I watched the Elder leave, and then saw Silas’s packmates walk over, slinging their arms around his shoulders. “Damn, Silas. Didn’t realize you were actually into Chloe. Lila Carter has been chasing you for so long, and you never turned her down.
We thought she was your intended mate!” “But if you like Chloe, why not just bond with her? Why keep Lila on the hook?” Facing their teasing, Silas’s expression remained completely flat, his eyes cold. “I don’t want to affect Chloe’s performance before the Trials,” he said indifferently. “As for Lila… using her is just a smokescreen. If rival packs or Rogues think Lila is my weakness, they will target her, leaving Chloe safe.” Standing by the door, the color drained from my face. Everyone said Silas was a cold, untouchable Gamma, but he had always treated me differently.
He would coldly warn me to stop clinging to him, but then he’d wrap his scarf around my freezing legs. He would reject the Valentine’s chocolates I stayed up all night making, but then quietly keep the handwritten card I gave him. It was these tiny glimmers of hope that made me fall deeper and deeper. But it turned out I was just a shield? A meat shield to hide his romance with Chloe? I first met Silas in the first semester of sophomore year. Rumor had it a transfer student had arrived—a genius wolf with looks that could kill. One look, and my wolf howled. Hook, line, and sinker. From that day on, I started chasing Silas Hale. I blocked his path to school.
I screamed his name while he played basketball. I sang howling love songs under the boys’ dorm. Until that winter. I was wearing a short skirt, drawing a heart in the snow with my foot outside his dorm. Silas walked by. I ran up to him, beaming. “Silas! Look! I made you a heart! Isn’t it cute?” Silas didn’t look at the heart. His gaze fell on my legs, which were turning purple from the cold. The next second, he crouched down, took off his scarf, and wrapped it around my knees. “Don’t wear short skirts in this weather,” he said, his voice cool. “If an Omega freezes to death on my doorstep, it brings shame to the pack.” I stood there, stunned.
That’s when it hit me— Shit. I actually like him. But now, hearing his words about the smokescreen, I cried all night. By the next morning, I told my inner wolf: I’m done. I don’t want to like Silas Hale anymore. So, I stopped pestering him. On the last day before the Trials, I bumped into Silas. I tried to walk away, but his tall figure blocked my path. “Lila,” he said, the sunset highlighting his sharp features. “Are you avoiding me?” My fingers curled into a fist. “No. I was just preparing for the exams.” A wave of irritation hit his wolf out of nowhere. “Preparing for exams?” He scoffed, his eyes flashing with Gamma superiority. “With your ability? What’s the point? You can’t even maintain a partial shift. You’re going to fail anyway.
Going into the Trials in your condition is just sending yourself to die.” I froze. When I looked up, he was already walking away. I unclenched my fist. My nails dug into my palms. He thought I was weak. He didn’t know I had been taking suppressants for years to hide my aura. I revealed the estimated score I had just calculated in my head. Top scorer material. Everyone at Moonveil Academy thought I was a waste who couldn’t shift.