Seventeen || Vanilla Epiphany

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~Tristan~ 

"I'm such an idiot!" 

I groaned as I purposefully banged my head into the wall of my dorm. So lost in my daze this afternoon that I forgot, of all things to forget, get Noah's number. 

He probably thinks we just wanted a quick fuck now, seeing he is semi-human 

What do you mean by semi-human? 

I asked my wolf who just went back to ignoring me again like he usually does when he says too much. 

Great, what if something happens to him? What if my little mate gets kidnapped or lost.

Or worse, Mason Figuroa gets a hold of him.

I groan giving a swift kick of the wall at the same time. But sometimes my own alpha strength takes me by surprise as my foot goes straight through. 

"GREAT! JUST GREAT!" I yell at no one other than my dumb self before grabbing my car keys off the coffee table. It's probably best if I just take a nice relaxing drive through the island before I destroy more of my stuff with my inner frustrations.

Outside the dormitory sky scrapper, the small parking garage was home to my yellow Camero. The garage only held the cars of the seniors at the campus since anyone under the age of eighteen isn't allowed to drive at all on the island.

With the windows rolled down and the crisp island breeze coming in, I tried to relax but my body remained tense. The need for my sarcastic little mate remained strong and it seemed like tomorrow morning was a lifetime away. 

Restless and unable to keep my mind off him, I barely noticed the strange scent of vanilla drifting into the car until it completely consumed my senses. 

"What the-" I gasped as I had to pull over, my heart already racing and my mind rattled by the strange scent.

Mate

My wolf whispered but there had to be a mistake. Something has to be wrong because Noah does not smell like this soft vanilla scent. It was just a hint of it in a sense, not sweet enough to gross me out but not muddy enough to be something else.

 It was just right. 

But there's no way Noah could have two scents. That's just not possible.

Looking out of my rolled-down window, I found myself on a dark street in downtown Bridgeport. Only a few apartments lined the street with a small bar at the corner. 

Stepping out of the bar was a man who looked like he was ready to pick a fight with anyone willing. Behind him, a nervous guy who was just as big tried to help him but was blatantly rejected. It looked interesting but I wonder if either of the drunken fools had to do with the strange scent. 

Rolling up my windows, I slowly got out of the car. Carefully watching as one man pushed the other back, trying to walk but failing when he ends up resting against the wall of the bar. 

With my head down, I walked up to them but the scent only grew stronger with every step.

"This isn't like you. Usually, you're the strong Alpha of the pack but now you're weaker than an omega!" One of them yells and I instantly stop. The scent of vanilla masking the scent of one of my greatest enemies. 

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