The Hunting Game

I've mentioned before that I was born a werewolf and I'm the son of not only one but both Alpha parents who—luckily—are both supportive of me; but most of the time, their constant praise and boasting ends up pressuring me everyday to train more vigorously than any other of my friends and to find my own mate earlier than my brothers.

The 'training' part is quite easy if you ask me but the 'find your fated mate' part is hard. First of all, I don't know what it feels like to imprint on someone. My mom says imprinting on someone is just as much as similar to love at first sight. But what is love at first sight?

Is it love at first sight when you meet someone and suddenly, your heart starts beating fast? Does the world go in slow motion as soon as your eyes meet the one you're destined to be with? Do you instantly hear bells ringing and does everything around you seem brighter?

I've had a dozen crushes—and some are even during at the same time—who made me sweat, nervous, and giddy on the inside. One time, there was this beautiful girl, my classmate from High School, who even had me stayed up all night masturbating because I can't get her off my mind.

Her name's Cherry Lane.

She had a face of an angel and her natural human scent was so addicting my wolf instincts wanted to make me surrender at her feet and lick her most sensitive part.

It turned out that she was a lesbian who is and still has been in a relationship with my human friend's sister, Kylie Hartford.

Kylie is a badass not to mention that she's also damn sexy as hell, but she was never my type. I am more drawn to girls with a soft appearance and shy personality.

And she's the total opposite of that. Her hair's shaved on the left side while the right side is shoulder-length. She's got two piercings on her mouth, one on each side, and tattoos of random doodles from the side of her neck down to her left arm. The make-up and clothes she wears are punky and black. And heck! Her boots are shiny and gorgeous but way too expensive and freakishly heavy as metal. I wonder how she can walk in those. I mean seriously, each time she takes a step, I swear to God, gravity pulls back her foot to the ground with a so much force as if there's a magnet beneath it.

So, anyway, nearly two years ago, on a Friday night after classes, Kylie invited me and a bunch of my other friends to go and hit the bar in the city or something.

I couldn't imagine myself drinking and dirty dancing at some disco party with drunk strangers who'd probably end up puking at my shirt. However, her teasing about me being a chicken and a killjoy hurt my wolf pride and so I decided to give it a go. And that's when I met HER.

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