THE WAR OF BLOOD AND FANGS

Chapter 6- The scent of matemanship

SEBASTIAN

My wolf, sin, seemed rested, but I was still fuming. Two days ago, I applied to carmington university, and the thought of working in that campus was unbearable. As the wealthiest pack in the werewolf clan, with properties, lands, and collections scattered everywhere, and top notch industries, also the CEO of HT group, I found it disgusting to consider working as a med lab teacher. I confronted Sin.

"Why would I demean myself like that? Don't you know my rank in the clan? Why would you ask me to stoop so low?"

Sin replied, "It's more humiliating for me, Sebastian."

"You're the one living inside me, and I'm the one who's embarrassed, not you!" I snapped back, annoyed.

"Can you just calm down, Sebastian? I feel restless, and whenever I feel this way, it's for a reason. So I want you to apply for a med lab teacher at carmington university. I promise you, you won't regret it," Sin said, reassuring me.

I reluctantly agreed, instructing my confident Blake, the highest commander, to remove the current teacher and submit my application, which he did promptly.

Glancing at my approved application, I sighed heavily, frustration creeping in at the thought of taking on another responsibility.

"If this doesn't work out, Sin, I'm going to kill you!" I warned, mind linking my wolf.

Sin replied confidently, "Bet you can't, and you won't."

As I walked into the campus on my first day, I felt an inexplicable energy drawing me in. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was pulling me towards the university.

And then, I smelled it, my mate's scent. It was like a punch to the gut, a shocking reminder of the past I thought I'd left behind. I had lost my previous mate to a rogue, and now, I was faced with a possibility of a second chance. The scent was overwhelming, minty, and alluring, and my body responded to it instinctively.

As I entered the lecture hall, the chatter and laughter died down, and all eyes were on me. I had made an effort to look my best, and it seemed to have the desire effect. But my mate, with her captivating honeyed eyes, long dark brown hair, and full lips, didn't even glance in my direction.

I was taken aback, intrigued by her indifference. I watched her every move, studying her body language, and noticed she was the only girl not swooning over me.

After dismissing the class, I overheard her conversation with her friends, Alexa and Clinton, and my annoyance grew. I decided to punish her by taking something that would draw us together.

When everyone left, I snuck to her locker, searching for something to lure her in. And then, I found it, her diary. My eyes lit up, and I quickly hid it, waiting for her to return.

When she finally came back, panting and disheveled, I spoke first, trying to unsettle her.

"Why are you back here?" I asked, knowing I had to mess with her head a bit.

She was unaware of her true nature, which was a huge disadvantage to me, a wild werecoyote, not a wolf, as my wolf, Sin corrected me. I felt a surge of pride, knowing I had to help her discover her true identity.

But for now, I decided to use the diary as leverage, proposing a fake relationship for two months. I was confident she would fall for me, and I couldn't wait to see it happen.

As I worked in my room, I suddenly felt the intense arousal of my mate, Janet. I had the urge to transform into my wolf and rush to her side. My mind was filled with visions of caressing and tracing every inch of her skin, but I knew I had to control my impulses.

"This is so unbearable," My wolf growled, restless and eager to emerge.

I didn't respond, as I was just as frustrated and aroused as he was. I was counting on the moon goddess to intervene, and it seemed she finally heard my plea.

After several agonizing minutes, the feeling finally subsided, and I suspected Janet must have relieved herself, Judging by the intensity of the sensation, What the hell was that? I thought, still reeling from the experience.

I took a relief pill, and hastily retreated to my bathroom for a quick bath, craving the soothing sensation to ease my tension. As the water enveloped me, I let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of my nerves and hard cock begin to subside. The refreshing water was just what I needed.

After my bath, I wrapped a towel around my waist, leaving my chiselled upper body exposed.

I approached the mirror to check my reflection, and Sin, my wolf, chimed in. "Does you reflection even matter?"

I rolled my eyes responding, "Of course, it matters! I'm the human here, and I need to look presentable for the both of us. You're the one who gets to stay naked and cozy inside me, not me!" I teased, chuckling at his growl before he severed our mind link.

I laughed at his gesture, but my amusement was short lived, as a knock at the door interrupted me.

"Come in," I called out, curious about who it could be.

As Blake entered, his angry expression was palpable. He paced back and forth, his agitation evident. As my closet friend and beta to the pack. I knew something was seriously amiss.

His father had been a trusted confident to my father before they both passed away, and our bond was strong.

I felt a growing irritation and asked, "Blake, you're pacing back and forth like a caged animal. What's wrong?" He halted, his eyes flashing with concern.

"It's those mysterious rogues we've been trying to hunt down, Alpha. They attacked the crystal blue pack, stole their goods, and killed some of their wolves. I heard from their alpha that some of the wolves crossed the border, and...well, it wasn't pretty. Crystal blue pack is already vulnerable, and I think we should merge their remaining wolves with ours. we can't just stand by and watch them suffer."

I nodded thoughtfully, considering his words. "Your idea isn't bad, Blake, but I need to consult with Alpha Lucian. He might not agree to this. Keep digging for information on those rogues, I know you're the best one for the job. Get me the name of their pack and their alpha's name. And give Lemuel this file," I handed him a folder. "I want him to investigate Clinton Marshall. Something feels off about him, and Sin agrees. See to it, Blake."

He bowed, "As you command, Alpha," and departed.

"These rogues are incredibly cunning, I'll give them that. Their alpha must be a genius, always knowing when to strike and how to remain hidden. it's impressive, yet irritating. They've honed their skills in attacking weaker packs, leaving destruction in their wake. And to think they're responsible for what happened to my previous mate. If I discover your name, and the name of your pack," I muttered to myself, seething with rage. "We will go to war."

My claws extended, and I felt Sin's influence coursing through me, fueling my anger. I could sense his presence, urging me to take action, to seek vengeance for the past.