Second, they are bigger, faster, fiercer, smarter, stronger and more powerful than any werewolves, even the alphas. They are like killing machines when provoked. You don’t want to mess with them.
Third, in their human form, they are better looking and more attractive than us regular werewolves who are considered to be better looking than most humans…like way more. So, lycans are god–like smoking hot.
Fourth, they don’t have to belong to a pack. They can travel anywhere alone and not be considered a rogue.
And fifth, they don’t have mates chosen for them by the moon goddess like us regular werewolves. They get to choose their own mates, either another lycans, regular werewolves or even humans they’re attracted to. They would form a bond, much like a werewolf’s mate bond, or even stronger if they’re both attracted to each other, to begin with. Once, I heard a story about a lycan who took an already mated she–wolf, leaving her mate broken since there’s nothing anybody could do about it.
There are only three male and two female lycans in our school of over six hundred students. Only 10 percent out of those six hundred students are
humans. All the teachers and the administration of this school are werewolves too.
The three lycans who are heading this way right now are Lazarus, Caspian, and Constantine. The female lycans who are not around right now are Serena and Milan. I haven’t seen those two around for a few days now. They are, of course, drop–dead gorgeous.
I think Serena is mated to Lazarus, and Milan may or may not mated to Caspian. There are rumors that those three boys are closely related to our ruling king, but we don’t know for sure. There’s not much else that we know about the lycans in our school. Not even their last names. They keep to themselves Jand pay no attention to us mere werewolves and humans. That makes them so mysterious and much more attractive to the female population here.
So yeah, those three god–like looking Adonis are drop–dead gorgeous. Jaw dropping. Panty melting. And I so would be making a fool of myself if I don’t stop drooling over them–like Penny–and all the other un–mated she–wolves around us right now.
I quickly turn back and start pulling books that I need from my locker. There’s no way a lycan would be interested in an Omega like me. Lycans are attracted to strength, intelligence, and beauty. Besides, I might be meeting my mate today. Flutters of excitement start in my tummy at the thought. My wolf Ezra is getting excited. We’ve been waiting for this for years.
I grab Penny’s hand and drag her along to get to our class before the bell rings. We share English lit class together.
“I can’t wait to be out of this place soon. Thank goodness we only have a few months of school left.” I inform Penny.
“Oh, I don’t know…I don’t mind school. There are lots of hot guys around, like those lycans.” she says. ” Or like those boys…too bad they’re such jerks and man–whores,” whispers Penny in my ear as we pass the popular group in our school.
Logan Carrington, our future Alpha is kissing or rather shoving his tongue down the throat of Mia Brown, the head cheerleader. They’re together, but everybody knows they’re seeing other people on the side. Zeke Walker, future Delta has his arms around Elle Johnson and Marie Jacobs, while talking to Hunter Stevens, the future Beta. I think Hunter isn’t so bad. He doesn’t seem like a player like the other two. He talked to me once or twice before and
seems pretty nice.
“I wonder if he’s digging for hidden treasure down her esophagus,” I whisper back and Penny starts laughing.
Hunter turns to look at us, then his eyes shift to me, looking amused. I think his lips twitch a bit like he’s trying not to laugh. Cuddly bunny and fuzzy slippers! He must have heard me.
I practically push Penny into our English lit class, while trying to hide my flaming face.
Yes, Ido think that those boys are pretty hot. There’s no way in hell would I admit it to anyone, though.
Logan and Zeke have this class with me and Penny. They enter the class ten minutes after the teacher started teaching. Not that she would say anything.
Logan slides into a seat in front of me and my wolf stirs. I stare at the back of his golden head for a bit. Logan is about 6’2“, well- muscled; has high cheekbones and sharp features like a model; bright blue eyes and golden blond hair. When he smiles, wow. His straight white teeth and those adorable dimples are simply to die for. Well, maybe I have a bit of a crush on him. Just a little bit. I think a lot of the girls here do.
The rest of the classes went pretty well–boring and uneventful. Art isthe only subject I look forward to. Did I mention that my mom is an artist? Well, she is, and I’m very proud of her. Lavinia Fairchild is quite well known. Every werewolf household here has at least one or two of her prints or originals. My dream is to go to an art school and be as good as her.
We are sitting at our regular table during lunchtime when I suddenly smell that wonderful smell that I can’t describe. Whatever it is, it smells awesome! Ezra, my wolf is fighting to be let out and take control. I guess I was born during lunch time. I stand up and start to follow my nose to identify where that smell comes from. I can’t help it. I have to find it. I vaguely hear my friends calling my name, but I can’t seem to focus on anything else but that smell.
My nose brings me to the popular group table. Oh no, I can’t seem to bring my feet to stop. Ezra’s taking control. Everybody stops talking. Logan Carrington? My mate is Logan Carrington? No no no no. His beautiful blue eyes widen as he looks up at me. His eyes softened as they roam my face. I can see lust and hunger flitting across his face briefly as his eyes move up and down my body. But then he looks away quickly. His breathing ragged. My wolf
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howls with joy and my first instinct is to jump on him and stake my claim.
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