When Nevada had unexpectedly gone into heat, one of the wolves who were affected and was seduced by his scent was Cheyenne's mate.
The man had apparently left her side to crowd the omega like many of the intoxicated male wolves.
The girls all waited for this chance where he was alone to finally exact their revenge and take out their anger.
Nevada was fully conscious, but he was still in heat.
No matter how hard he tried to struggle and fight back, there was nothing he could do if his body was not cooperating.
"It's not like this small and weak body can do much, anyway. What has he been doing in the past years?" Nevada also disapprovingly thought.
One girl roughly held him up to tie his hands on his back. Because he was still feeling very sensitive, he uncontrollably moaned, which also sounded somewhat like a whine, as her hand grazed his skin.
Cheyenne smirked and slapped him once on each cheek. She spat, "You fucking whore!"
Nevada's pheromones were still leaking out, and they were also acting as hate inducers the more the girls inhaled them.
It shouldn't affect normal people, but for werewolves, it's a whole different story.
An omega's pheromones awakens a male's sexual desire. If they are exposed to the scent too much, they will go into a rut.
To the females, though, it is in their instincts that these pheromones are the scent which could not just endanger male wolves, but also even possibly steal a mate away.
So it was their natural reaction to hate an omega.
"Beat him up. Make sure not to leave marks in visible areas," Cheyenne said, throwing him onto the floor. "This slut has such a sickeningly pretty face and slim waist. I just knew he wasn't anyone decent!"
Nevada groaned in pain and crouched down to the floor, protecting his head and lower body.
There were kicks to his sides and something hard would hit him on the back and shoulders every now and then. He guessed that they must be whips and belts.
He endured the beating and harsh words thrown at him, not even trying to avoid their hits nor talk back.
The system quietly watched from the side, thinking whether this was really a Nevada from a different dimension.
Or was it only malfunctioning before and thought that it had already brought over the person they can rely on?
Because looking at Nevada's pitiful image now, it was nothing different from the previous Nevada.
"Disgusting."
"Slut."
"Disgrace!"
"You're getting kicked out of the pack. You will have nowhere to go because dirty omegas like you don't have a place anywhere!" These were Cheyenne's last words when she and her girl friends were finally satisfied as they exited the room and slammed the door closed.
Nevada dropped his body and sprawled lazily on the floor. He looked up to the ceiling, recalling whether he was beat up to this extent in his real life or not.
However, it did seem like this really was the very first time he was disadvantaged enough to this point.
His father did not give him even a single punch when he came out.
How dare they…
[The host has saved progress. Would you like to go back to the respawn point?]
The side of Nevada's mouth twitched. He tried to move as he coldly asked, "Why would I?"
The system took a moment to reply as it was also feeling a little guilty at sending him to the wrong timeline.
Nevada should have been sent to the time when he was buried in the snow and was found by Miranda and Theodore.
That way, he could have had more freedom to act a character that's unlike the previous Nevada.
He could have prepared more, and maybe established his position and authority early on so no one would mess with him now.
[According to the data, from the respawn point, the host will have time to escape before the she-wolves arrive to assault you.]
This was all that the system could do to make it up to its host.
As the system talked to him, Nevada struggled to lift himself up.
Once he had sat up, he weakly leaned back to the side of the bed and used the post to lift up his shaking body.
He did his best to carry himself over to the nearby cabinet to change his clothes.
He was bruised and his whole body ached. His chest and back was drenched with sweat. His pants were also a bit wet, especially at the back and front, due to the heat.
A while ago, it was only his abdomen and nape that was uncomfortable, now he even obtained physical injuries.
"It's fine," he replied, voice cracking.
He heaved deep breaths as he recalled the faces of the people who came to beat him up.
"I'm fucking going to make them feel more than sorry later, anyway."
If the system had a physical body, it would have flinched at his threatening voice.
With a dark face, Nevada laid on his bed till the sun rose up, and only then did he realize that he had only been here for less than a day.
But look at his state already.
Can he really fix such a faulty system and survive?
A few hours later, Miranda came to check on her poor son and feed him breakfast.
Worry immediately flashed on her face as she saw him sweating and wincing in bed, cheeks swollen and staring off into space with dark circles under his eyes.
Fortunately, she only thought that he was swollen and red because of his heat. Nevada did not want to make a big deal out of this bullying for now.
"Dear, mom is sorry," Miranda sobbed, putting the tray of food on the bedside table.
She caressed his arms and tried to comfort him, saying, "It's my fault. It was my idea to publicize your naming ceremony. I knew you wanted it to just be an intimate celebration."
She sobbed even harder.
Nevada thought that she would probably pass out if she found out how he didn't look as worse as this an hour ago.
But because he was beat up, he seemed more pitiful.
"The pack is protesting. They… they want you out," Miranda said again after a few minutes of sobbing.
"But Theodore is busy handling the incident because there were wolves from other packs who were affected by your heat. I don't think…"
Miranda paused to wipe a few tears away from her cheek.
"I can't hold on anymore. White Moon was also spotted scouting our borders. They're quick…"
Miranda completely broke down.
Nevada raised his hand to touch her as she leaned to the bed. Using his pheromones, he tried to calm her down and make her sleep.
Minutes passed and her sobbing ceased, while Nevada sat up to try and see if he had really gotten the hang of controlling his pheromones.
He was determined to slap his pheromones in the faces of those wolves.
See how he makes them submit to him with the very same things they hated!
He tried closing his glands and retracting his pheromones. He was in heat, so some bits would leak out occasionally. But he did seem to have really understood it now.
Perhaps he also wasn't affected too much by his heat since he hasn't fully adapted to this world yet.
While Miranda was asleep, Nevada spent his hours reviewing and analysing the plot all dawn and early morning.
He saw nothing strange except for the fact that the alpha was too busy picking fights with other packs that he didn't even find out about Nevada's suffering.
When the said alpha was informed of his escape, he sent out some hunters to retrieve him because he said, "A mateless omega who's too weak to even protect himself won't last in the wild."
They found his corpse, but he only shook his head in dismay and continued with the fighting.
Nevada sighed.
The previous Nevada's background was also not mentioned.
He wasn't sure what the error was, so he planned to explore these plot holes instead.
Maybe make some fools pay their debts in the process, too.
The system was omniscient and knew what he was thinking.
The system creator's data was not wrong. He really has extraordinary adaptability and courage.
The system creator really chose a good and reliable host.
On top of the empty download room where Nevada installed the system, a green light flashed.
[System's Host Points: +5]