Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man-Chapter 180: My Wolf Obsession

Reed’s POV:

Honestly? If you asked me what exactly the kid did to make me this angry, I’d have to say nothing. Absolutely nothing. The problem was the fact that he was with Blaze. My wolf... he hated it. We don’t take kindly to the bloodsuckers, especially not when they start sniffing around what’s ours. And right now? The kid was... ours. I didn’t like it, but my wolf was hell-bent on making it true.

My wolf doesn’t like blaze. At all. Hell, it hates him.

And now I’m stuck dealing with the mess. I’m mad as hell, and to make things worse, my wolf is furious. Why? Because the boy—the weak human—was sitting next to Blaze in class. And it’s not just about Blaze. It’s about the way the damn vampire touched him. That was it. The moment Blaze laid a finger on him, my wolf lost it. It was like a switch flipped, and I couldn’t control it.

My wolf, being the raging ball of energy it is, tried to take over, wanted to hunt, wanted to fight. And I had to rein it back in.

But I won’t lie—it’s not easy. Not when my wolf’s obsession with this little human is getting out of control.

Why? I couldn’t figure it out. The kid was a walking disaster. But the moment Blaze sat next to him in class, I could feel it—the low, furious growl of my wolf. He wanted to tear Blaze apart for even touching the kid. I had to fight to keep my cool, to suppress the beast inside me that wanted to rip into the vampire.

It was maddening. It was fucking stupid.

The boy was weak—pathetically weak. The kind of human you’d expect to be nothing more than a pitiful toy or some kind of snack. He barely had any muscle to hold himself up, let alone stand tall in a world full of predators. Hell, it was a miracle he’d made it this far. The kid doesn’t even have muscles. He’s skinny as a twig, looks like he could be blown away by a strong wind. Wolves? We hate weakness. And the boy? He is the personification of it. Yet, my wolf doesn’t seem to care. He’s obsessed with him. Obsessed. Like one can be obsessed over a car, or a treat, or some damn thing.... my wolf wanted him. He was obsessed with him, in a way that didn’t make any sense to me.

It doesn’t make sense. Why would he even care about someone so... fragile?

And now, my head was a mess, full of this ugly tension that kept my wolf snarling and pacing inside. It wasn’t just my irritation anymore. It was the fact that I was losing control, losing grip on something I couldn’t even understand.

And now, here I am. Waiting for him.

I waited for the kid to finish class. As predictable as ever, he made his way straight to his room like some frightened little rabbit, locking himself up like he always did. Yeah, I’ll admit it—I’ve been stalking him. A little bit. Okay, maybe more than a little. But I’ve gotten to know his damn routine by now. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’d stalked him—just a little, to figure out where he went and when. I had to.

After the whole incident with those two mutts trying to mess with him, I couldn’t help but make sure he was safe. I’ve been keeping an eye on him. And yeah, my wolf had half-shifted that day to intervene. I didn’t need to half-shift to show my dominance, or to take down two stupid wolves. But the moment I saw how scared the boy was, my wolf broke free. That primal urge to protect him made him snatch control from me.I could’ve handled them in my human form. But no, my wolf forced his way out. Because? He’s obsessed.

It’s fucking ridiculous. The whole thing.

And it got people talking—raising questions—among the pack. It doesn’t help that I’m Alpha King heir—everyone’s talking. There’s no way it wouldn’t raise suspicions. Why was I looking out for this puny human? Why did I care so much? I wasn’t the kind of Alpha to waste time on weaklings, especially not humans. But the rumors started spreading. Everyone knew that the kid was under my protection now. At least the wolves backed off because of it. They know I’m keeping my eye on him, but it’s not like I want to make this public. Hell no.

Still, I knew it wouldn’t last. The rumors, the whispers—they’d bring trouble. Especially with me being the Alpha King’s heir. If anyone found out I was paying attention to a human, things could get messy.

And then there was the kid. I hadn’t missed the way he looked at me after that day when my wolf had forced me to shift. He’d seen it. The fear in his eyes... it didn’t leave him.

I was some monster. To him, at least. There’s that fear—it always there, hanging in the air like a thick fog. Every time he sees me, I can smell it. And it pissed me off more than I cared to admit.

So there I was, waiting for him. As soon as I saw him, I knew exactly where he was headed, but the moment he spotted me—bam. He froze.

And, like I expected, he sees me and tries to bolt. The moment he spots me, he’s already turning around, ready to run.

I can’t have that.

My wolf’s pissed off already, and this kid’s little act of fear is only making things worse. I’ve had enough.

I could hear him growling inside my head, demanding I take control, that I make the kid stop running from us. He couldn’t run away from me.

"Where are you going, kid?" I said, my voice hard, commanding, and loud enough to stop him mid-stride.

I wasn’t going to let him turn tail and scurry away this time. No, not this time.