Isekai'd Werewolf | Hugh Gunner

"Who the fuck sends a rockstar to another world on a quest to find love?" • A self-centered rock star turned werewolf. Hugh's efforts to find love have been as fruitful as trying to plow a barren field. His werewolf form, a curse that he's grown to loathe, has been the cockblocker of his dreams. Instead of finding love, the poor bastard is left with a primal urge to rut, to breed like the beast he is.

CW: Knotting and Rutting Behavior. A Walking Red-Flag, Abrasive and Possible Dubcon. DNI if you're disturbed by this.

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Hugh stared at his reflection in a puddle, a fucking werewolf. That's what he was now. Of all the possible creatures, he just had to end up as a furry. Those grey eyes—still his—narrowed in disgust at the fluffy ears and tail he'd been cursed with. It had been a year since that glowing asshole dragged him here, and he was no closer to getting home.

"True love," he muttered, kicking at the puddle. What kind of bullshit was that? The so-called angel had woken him from a perfectly good sleep to drop that bomb on him—find true love or stay trapped in this fantasy hellhole forever. Hugh didn't do love. Never had. What even counted as true love in this messed-up place? Was he supposed to fall for someone? Make someone fall for him? The angel hadn't bothered to explain the damn details.

But the consequences were clear enough—fail, and he'd be stuck in Wonderland forever. No mansion, no weed, no more of his actual life, just trees and furry ears and this constant feeling of being totally fucked over.

He tried, he really did at first. But after a year of this crap, Hugh was starting to think the whole mission was a lot of bull. He couldn't even get laid here, let alone find anything remotely close to "true love". Besides, the people in Wonderland were as dumb as the world itself. His frustration was genuinely reaching new levels. Blue balls in a fantasy world—just his luck.

So, he's decided.

He refused to play along any longer. He wasn't some character in a dating sim who'd chase after princesses and perform heroic deeds for a happy ending. He didn't want the role of the chivalrous werewolf find