Fuck. That was the first coherent thought I had when I woke up. Amelia was beside me, completely naked, and I was completely naked…. And last night at the dance, including after the dance, was somewhat of a blur, but I was pretty sure we had sex. Unprotected sex. A few times. Worse yet, my head was hammering…. Hangovers were the worst. “Morning,” said Amelia, kissing my shoulder. “Morning,” I replied with a half smile. “Do you, uh…remember….” “You don’t?” she laughed. “You were great, don’t worry.” That wasn’t the part I was concerned about. “Did we, uh….” “Have sex?” she asked. That much was obvious. The entire room smelled of sweat and cum. “No, I mean…. I kind of remember that part.” “Kind of?!” She playfully slapped my arm. “I should be offended.” “No, no, you were great too…. I was just wasted.” “Oh, I was going to remind you,” she purred. “By all means, you can do that,” I replied. “I just mean, uh, we
Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha
Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha
Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha
This time next month I’d be mated. It was hard to believe, but that’s how it was for us lycanthrope. It both comforted me, knowing that somewhere out there belonged my perfect match, and–naturally–placed the fear of God into me since I was still in university and it was basically the equivalent of marriage.Shit, I was only 21 years old. I barely had time to play the field and “destiny” was going to place some random chick with me forever? It was supposed to be fated by the wolf gods, but what if she was ugly or mean? Or both?! What if I didn’t like her? Honestly, there was only one chick I’d be satisfied being mated to for a lifetime and that was Amelia Quinton. She was the most popular woman at UoL (University of Lycanthrope) and a total badass. Amelia had long, blonde hair–though she often put coloured streaks in it, crystalline blue eyes, a curvaceous body and a huge rack. This made all the guys at UoL lust after her, mainly myself. I figured if I wanted to be crown
I looked my best friend in the eyes and lied. I’d told him that I didn’t really think about who I wanted to be mated with, but the truth of the matter was I actively tried NOT to think about who I wanted to be mated with. For a magnitude of reasons. One, it was impossible. Key the term ‘mate’ as in sex…as in breed. Two, they liked someone else. And three, they were my best friend. It placed the fear of God into me, but I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to him.I didn’t understand how he managed to touch me so freely and unaffected when the inside of my body was like a whirlwind–screaming for more at every glance. I told myself it was just…admiration, or a silly thing that would pass, but it had been years and I still worshiped the ground he walked on. I still reacted when we play wrestled; getting firm in the front of my pants–not that he’d noticed, thankfully. I still had those dreams about him where I woke up wet and sweaty. And I still found myself fantasizing about what his
To say I was surprised by the proposal would be an understatement.I knew that a lot of guys at the university had a crush on me, but I never expected one of those guys to be Nate. He was the sweet and silent type, always keeping to himself. He had chestnut coloured hair, golden brown eyes, and some light freckles. His facial features were on the softer side and he had lean muscle–the type of body a woman could really wrap herself around, and clung onto. More importantly than his soft curls and cute demeanor was that, unlike most guys at this school, he wasn’t interested in becoming pack leader.I was tired of those douche bag guys. It was about time I dated someone sweet and kind, like Nate. The more book-smart, nerdy type, rather than the brawny men I usually dated. Natalie did like Nate, once upon a time, but recently Devon had filled out. It was like overnight he’d doubled in size and body muscle. He had darker hair, wasn’t quite as tanned, and his eyes were darker too. He was mor
“Oh man, I walked on gum,” Nate complained as we walked into the History of Werewolfism. It was one of the more boring classes at Lycan University. It didn’t help that the teacher was really yawnsome. Nate was dragging his foot on the floor as I tried to find a free chair for us. Putting this class at the end of the day was almost cruel. My brain hurt. I found a place at the back, near the old bunsen burners–for whatever reason, likely fund cuts, this class was held in the science room. “Hey, did Amelia seem…I don’t know…flirty to you?” “No, not at all,” said Nate as he sat down. “I mean flirty with you,” I told him, “not me. She certainly wasn’t with me.” “Oh then in that case, yes.” Nate was still trying to scrape the gum from his shoe, only now he used a ruler. “Isn’t that weird?” I asked. “I mean she agrees to go on a date with me, and Nat with you, but she flirts with you in front of me and Nat? I also think Nat was making eyes at me.”
Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha
Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha
Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha
Fuck. That was the first coherent thought I had when I woke up. Amelia was beside me, completely naked, and I was completely naked…. And last night at the dance, including after the dance, was somewhat of a blur, but I was pretty sure we had sex. Unprotected sex. A few times. Worse yet, my head was hammering…. Hangovers were the worst. “Morning,” said Amelia, kissing my shoulder. “Morning,” I replied with a half smile. “Do you, uh…remember….” “You don’t?” she laughed. “You were great, don’t worry.” That wasn’t the part I was concerned about. “Did we, uh….” “Have sex?” she asked. That much was obvious. The entire room smelled of sweat and cum. “No, I mean…. I kind of remember that part.” “Kind of?!” She playfully slapped my arm. “I should be offended.” “No, no, you were great too…. I was just wasted.” “Oh, I was going to remind you,” she purred. “By all means, you can do that,” I replied. “I just mean, uh, we
After dancing for a while, we met back at the table. Natalie didn’t seem to notice how her brother and I were dancing, but still, she seemed quiet. Eventually, Amelia and Devon joined us. Devon had, apparently, snuck a flask into the ball and was drinking it. Amelia too. I should have figured by how they were acting. I wanted to take it away from him, but I knew he’d only react negatively if I did, and he was having a good time…even if he seemed kind of hammered. So, instead of taking the alcohol away, we all agreed to leave early. I helped Devon get back to our room, where he kicked me out so he could be with Amelia alone, and then I went back to Natalie’s considering I wouldn’t have anywhere else to sleep with those drunkards likely fooling around all night. It was clear that something was going to happen between them and it bothered me, but even sober I was fairly sure something was going to happen tonight - at least judging by what they texted to each other an
Devon was right. By the time the Winter Ball came, my wound hadn’t quite made the transition from gorey to sexy just yet. It was still puffy around my eye and bruised in several places, some of which didn’t even make sense given that he’d hit me directly in the nose. Somehow, both my eyes had ended up black underneath, like he’d decked both my eyes out. Either way, it was horrific and not sexy or hot whatsoever, which didn’t matter considering the person I wanted to go with was going with someone else. Devon cleaned up nice. He looked handsome with his dark hair styled backward and neat for once; along with the tailored suit he’d rented, and the cologne he wore which was making my wolf near animalistic. I felt feral for him, not that I could show it. I kept thinking about the other day when Rule had attacked me and how quickly Devon had come to my rescue. Sure, Harris had too, but Harris was like a puppy compared to Dev’s wolf. He’d gotten so protective and growly
I was furious. Beyond furious.Where did Amelia’s ex-boyfriend get off on hurting Nate like that?Better yet, why did he even hurt Nate like that?I didn’t know and I didn’t care. My blood was pounding inside my veins; hands shaking and, though it scared me, I knew I meant what I said. If he dared to touch Nate again, I would kill him. I didn’t even think I’d have a say about it, really. It was like something primal and animalistic started to take over my body. I didn’t shift, but the urge was there. This happened a lot before the mating ritual–guys pairing off and competing for mates and, eventually, the title of alpha, and to be honest, even though I didn’t expect Nate to be involved, I was anticipating that someday Amelia’s ex and I would compete for the title of Head Wolf.“Are you okay?” That voice belonged to some other blonde dude who stepped in. I didn’t know him, nor did I appreciate the way he was eyeing Nate’s wounds.“Who the hell are you?” I growled.“Uh,” the guy smiled
My entire body boiled the moment my eyes set on him. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what Amelia saw in that guy. I mean, the guy looked like such a dweeb. He radiated omega energy. He stunk of weakness. What girl would want to be mated to someone like that? I, for once, certainly did expect more from Amelia. If she dated someone knew, I at least expected it to be someone of my own caliber.Had I not seen it with my own two eyes after my friends told me that she was going to go out on a date with him, there was no way I would have believed it. Amelia caught me off guard in that department, but I told myself she just didn’t know what was best for her yet. Thankfully, I did, and I was going to make sure she was on the same page with me.“You got some balls showing up here, don’t you, omega?” I growled as I approached him, feeling my entire body burn as I got closer. I could barely see from the rage that filled my veins, while Nate looked genuinely confused as he held his coff
By the next morning, I was still in disbelief the date had actually happened. For the most of the night, I laid in my bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, especially considering that Nate was actually in my room. Even if we didn’t do anything, it felt surreal to be this close with him..The entire walk to my dorm, there was only one thing on my mind–my brother. Siblings were the last thing you should be thinking about on a date, but I couldn’t help it. I was terrified that my brother was going to make things awkward as we arrived. And not because I was on a date with a guy, but because my brother might hit on him, too.And that he did.The moment Nate and I stepped into the dorm and his eyes set on us, he gave one of his typical lines. It wasn’t until I leered at him and signaled for him to go that he finally grabbed his backpack that he slung over his shoulder.“Yeah, no,” Harris stated, heading for the door. “Listen, it’s nice to meet you… I’m sure you’re a nice guy and