To mate, or not to mate

This is a werewolf!AU. Wesker was never a bad guy but he's still a dick. Chris was still kicked out of air-force and has joined S.T.A.R.S. for years now. A few unnamed characters are included. Squint and maybe you'd find them. Some maybe a bit OOC in this but hey, I'm just borrowing them for my on pleasure. Comments make me happy and inspired to do more!

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Slow. That's how Wesker would describe today as. The sun lazily hung in the sky as the minutes pass. It's been going slow for this month. Not even a call for a robbery has commenced. He should be grateful that the town is lazily moving along the day without anything happening for once.

Though the boredom is slowly driving them insane! Sure that last bust was big and they brought down a network of drug dealings and human trafficking. But the media really couldn't let them have their privacy those first few days. Stalking everyone in the unit just to get some juicy information about the bust or maybe because nothing interesting that happens much in this city. Sure, a few kidnappings and robbery, but that was all old hats.

Nevertheless, they were still annoying as hell.

Finishing up the report can help pass the time. If only the others sees it that way. Sitting in your cool, air-conditioned office doing a repetitive action can calm you down or at least give you something to do.

Wesker finishes his reports and emails them to his superior and starts on the new ones. Keeping everything in his report organized. He breathes in and out slowly trying to keep the sleep away. Apparently staying up all night just to finish a couple of reports that he can do the next day was a bad idea. He never fancied the idea of slacking off, so even if the report could get finished the next day he still has the need to complete a task. No matter how uncomplicated it is. His stomach grumbles but he ignores it. He could just walk out the office and just head to a nearby restaurant to eat, but lunch was approaching anyways.

He finishes the last few just in time for the occasion. He got up and stretches his tired body and cracks his back. A man for his age really shouldn't be sitting too long. His siblings always reminded him to at least have a walk every once in a while because, and he quotes, a man your age should already find a mate by now and they also wanted to spoil his pups with presents and all. He sighs and walks out of his office. He walks down the hall and out the main door.

He would gladly find a mate, but he just felt like nobody was his equal. Everyone else seems so plain and boring. Alpha females are dominate and bossy. He can keep up with them but at times they seem to press Wesker's buttons too much. They never seem to listen or obey command, except for one, Jill Valentine; she's not that kind of alpha. She's got spirit and he appreciates that in a woman, but he thinks that at times that she would not meet up to his standards. She listens to commands and follows orders, but sometimes he finds that dull and boring in a person. Besides he only sees her as his subordinate and she only sees him as her captain, nothing more, and nothing less.

Omegas are a different creature all together. They are soft and timid from Wesker's opinion after being flirted many a times. They are too willing. Some never seem to fight or reject whenever an alpha wants something. Wesker finds that pathetic in omegas. But some of the omegas that he met in the police department before S.T.A.R.S. got spunk and sass. They seem to reject and retaliates any alphas that think highly of themselves, the ones that think that they can get away with anything by simply showing dominance. But they proved to be just as strong and violent as any alpha. He finds that very attractive in an omega. The thought of an omega mate that you have to fight just to get him or her to submit turns him on. He never really indulges himself in these kinds of thoughts, but when it happens, it happens.

He enters one of his favorite restaurants just a few blocks away from the station. The family that runs this restaurant are good people. They have been serving the Wesker family since he was a child it appears. They have good business relations and they always seem eager to at least have any member of Albert's family coming in for lunch or dinner or just simply having coffee.

"Albert! Why, it's so nice to see you, dear." An elderly woman approaches his table and he smiles a sincere smile at her. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Munds. It's nice to see you too." She smiles and pats his shoulder. "How is your dear sister, Elizabeth? I haven't seen her in ages!" She giggles and brushes away a lock of brown hair from her face. She seems to have gotten more grey hairs than he likes. He had always admired her for her generosity. She would always give him free desserts if he was being such a good older brother to his siblings whenever one of their parents is away after coming to the restaurant. She seems to defend any omega that are in trouble with some desperado alpha and has the strength to kick them out of her restaurant. She once saved his younger brother from a too confident alpha and he owed her his loyalty. He is a loyal customer to this restaurant ever since. "She's doing fine, Mrs. Munds and she said that she will visit as soon as possible." He chuckles lightly as she pouts and crosses her arms. "You lot seem to have been away for a very long time and barely come here anymore. Ah well. At least you always show up. So what can I get for you?" She smiles softly and readies her pen and note pad.

He smiles softly and orders the usual. She smirks and walks away. He didn't have to wait long for the food to arrive and ate. The atmosphere in the restaurant is very calming and the restaurant seems to have only a handful of people. It seems that everyone else seems to have enjoyed the food here. He finishes the food and paid. Never one to leave without a goodbye he waves to Mrs. Munds as she takes another order. She smiles her radiant smile and waves back. He leaves.

As he walks back to the station he stops at the newsstand and buys a newspaper. He continues to walk, passing people and stares as children run pass him. It seems that they still have their ears and tail out. Wesker remembered his mother saying that Wesker learned to keep his ears and tail hidden at a very young age. He was proud of himself back then and he still is. He hopes his future pups have his traits. Even if it doesn't he could still enjoy their soft floppy ears and cute fluffy tail. He inwardly smiles at the thought and enters the building. He walks down the hall and pass the cafeteria and that's when he caught that alluring smell.

The faint smell of apples, a strong dash of cinnamon and gun oil. He once remembered his mother telling him that he'll find his equal by just their smell. He scoffed, saying that it was a fib, and shrugs it off. His mother would only smile softly and pinch his cheek.

He wished that he kept his mouth shut.

He walks into the cafeteria and makes a beeline to the coffee machine. The others greet and salute him, he nods his acknowledgment. He picks up his mug and sits at the table far from the others and pretends to read the newspaper. He thanks his sunglasses for the cover and he scans the place without seeming suspicious. Since the cafeteria is filled with the Alpha Team and Bravo Team the scent is mixed with many others. Funny how the Alpha Team contains betas and omegas, but they seem capable of tearing someone's head off, so.

He continues to scan the place until his nose directs him to his team. They seem to be chatting up a storm about something. He tried to separate the mixed scents and got a faint scent of wood, rain, metal, smoke and apple. There it is. He locks onto the smell and his eyes landed on the most annoying person of his life. Chris Redfield tries to balance the pea on his nose as his tongue sticks out between plump lips and Wesker growls in annoyance. That guy just knows where to push the right buttons on Wesker even without any particular reason.

Even when they went on missions together he could never get their original scents. They always reek of excitement, nervousness and that taste for some action after weeks doing nothing. He almost chokes when they went on their first mission years ago, but he got better as the years passes by and yet he still didn't get anyone's original scent. Even during training session they ooze out some mild annoyance and restlessness.

He eyes Chris for a while before deciding that he's finished and drains his coffee down his throat. They tasted really awful after you left them exposed to the cold air for a long period. He grimaces and folds his newspaper and walks out without a second glance.

He walks back into his office with a mild headache and shakes it off. He sighs and throws his newspaper on his neat desk. He walks to the window and stares out at the town. If it is true that you can tell that your true mate just by scent then who is he to argue, but Chris Redfield? Really?

He removes his sun glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. Never in a million years has he thought that he'd be intended to that giant sack of potatoes. Yeah sure he disobeys and thinks it's best to do this and that, but just by standing in the same room with the man gives him a headache. He's surprised that he hasn't fired the over eager pup yet. Yes he noticed that the guy admires Wesker, but he never thought more than just admiration. He does find the other loyal and strong. Not to mention hot-headed and has a thick skull. The guy would jump in front of a bullet just so one his friend in trouble is unharmed. The guy has balls the size of watermelons every time he argues with him. Another reason why he had never caught on to Chris's scent. 'Cause after a mission, after his stupidity, they would argue and fight, but never hit each other. He knew from his medical reports that he is indeed omega, but also one of the best sharpshooters in all time. But because of their fight sessions, he never truly knew his scent.

He softly hits his head on the wall next to the window and glares at the wall as if he could make Chris feel it. His siblings are never going to leave him alone after this. If he ever decides to tell them about this new discovery. Elizabeth could tell. It's like she has this sixth sense that can detect that something's going on. She could tell the moment he steps into the house that something's up with him.

He sighs one last time and straightens up. He walks back to his desk, turns on his laptop and continues with his paperwork.

TBC

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