CHAPTER 6: SCENT, SLAM, SMOOCH

Samantha’s POV

“How do you feel about going back to uni after your 7-day suspension, Simz?” Dre asked with a smirk as we cruised down the highway on our motorbikes, the wind roaring in our ears.

“Nothing special,” I shrugged. Boy, how wrong I was. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll spice things up. This place’s been too quiet without me.” Again, wrong. I was about to be the spice.

“I still can’t believe you managed to convince me to stay at the pack house all week,” Dre grumbled.

“Oh, please,” I rolled my eyes. “You’d have stayed anyway just to get spoiled rotten by your parents. I practically did you a favor.”

“I would’ve gone to see my mate instead, butt-head,” he retorted. “This place is halfway between both packs. Do you even know how many times I had to jack off to thoughts of him?”

TMI. TMI. TMI ALERT!

“Eww! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” I gagged, covering my ears.

“Oh, shut up. It’s not like I told you I wiped off with the same towel you later used to dry your face,” he said casually.

He. Did. What?

“Dre. Tell me that was a joke or I will murder you right here.”

He grinned wickedly. “Not as bad as that time you dipped your tortilla chip into the mayo on my finger... which I’d just used to rim my—”

“I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK,” I deadpanned.

“What?! For real?!” he panicked and came closer—

BAM. I kneed him in the groin.

And yes, I added a taser jolt for good measure.

“OH—MY—ASKABARABDA—GEORGIE—MACABRA!!!” he shrieked in pure gibberish and collapsed, clutching his crotch like it held the secret to life itself.

Good.

Deserved it.

Once he recovered enough to wobble upright, we walked the rest of the way to the university in stony silence. We were both sulking.

And I was still horrified.

“I ate his—”

“No,” my wolf cut in. “It’s called cum.”

“STOP TALKING,” I snapped through our mental link, mentally shoving her into a timeout corner.

She was no better than Dre.

Just as I was recovering from that mental trauma, I caught a scent—no, two. Familiar. Dangerous. One was floral-mint. The other? Lemon and wild desire.

And we both groaned.

Dre groaned because his scent-addicted ass was ready to explode.

I groaned because I recognized his scent. My mate. Kyler.

Why, Moon Goddess? Why?

I swore then and there to never prank anyone again—except my dads. And Dre. Always Dre. But please, take him away, I begged the heavens.

Of course, the Moon Goddess ignored me. Probably because I cursed mid-prayer.

Just then, we saw them.

Xeon stood at the top of the stairs—and Dre, the hormonal menace, squealed in delight.

He threw his bag—straight into my face—and launched himself onto his mate like a lovesick koala.

“XEONNNNN!” he squealed, arms wide, legs wrapping around him like it was an Olympic event.

He purred in his mate’s arms, then gave him the wettest, sloppiest, most scandalous kiss I’d ever seen—in front of the entire university.

This man was shameless.

Shaking my head, I chucked his bag at the back of his head mid-kiss. His teeth clacked against Xeon’s. Double whammy.

“CUNT!” Dre screamed, spinning around to chase me—only to realize he was abandoning his mate. He paused, kissed Xeon like a dying man one last time, and panted, “I’ll be right back, babe!”

Then came after me like a rabid werewolf on a sugar high.

I tossed my skateboard down and zipped off. He grabbed his own board and followed, and just like that, we were back in our chaotic groove.

In the thrill of outrunning the maniac behind me, I forgot all about the other danger.

Until I turned a corner—and crashed right into him.

Kyler. My mate.

“Mate,” he murmured, this time without the mask.

Oh no.

Recap: last time I saw this man, he had a gun to my chest, his emerald eyes burning holes through me, and his skintight black assassin suit showing off an eight-pack, a V-line from heaven, and a python-shaped bulge that made my wolf howl.

And now?

I was feeling that python press into my thigh.

Naturally, I panicked.

And I kicked him.

Hard.

Right. In. The. D*ck.

“OH FUCK!” he howled as he dropped like a rock.

I ran. Again.

Oh my Moon, I kicked my mate in the balls.

What if I broke it?

How will we have pups now?

Why am I thinking about that?!

“It’s a d*ck, not a tree,” my wolf said flatly. “Now go apologize.”

“Nope,” I replied mentally, flipping her off. Many times.

Then—Dre’s voice rang out behind me.

“WAIT RIGHT THERE, YOU BITCHY BITCH!”

“NOT ON YOUR LIFE, DICKY DICK!” I shouted and dove into the classroom just before the Chemistry professor entered.

Unfortunately, I smacked right into him too. He scowled at me like I was the plague.

“I have a feeling you and I are going to have problems, Miss Stone.”

Probably.

Seconds later, Dre crashed in.

“WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT DWEEB GO?!”

He barreled through the door and smacked right into the professor’s blind spot.

BAHAHAHA.

The ninja didn’t sense him.

Dad Talon is going to love hearing about this.

“Are you in this class?” the professor asked, dusting off his coat.

“Yes, sir,” Dre muttered, defeated.

Before the professor could start yelling, the Dean arrived.

“Quiet! We have two new students joining your class. Please welcome them warmly,” he said.

I didn’t need him to say names. I already knew.

FML.

“KYLER ARROW AND XEON FERNANDEZ.”

Gasps. Squeals. A chorus of heartbreak from both genders.

And Dre?

“XEON! Sit with me!” he squealed, literally shoving me out of my chair to make room for his mate.

“WHAT THE FUCK, DRE?!” I yelled, rubbing my bruised ass.

“Um… you can sit with me,” Kyler said, voice low and full of amusement. “My beautiful mate.”

Great.

“Thanks, Alpha Arrow,” I muttered, cheeks heating as he led me to an empty seat at the back.

“And I’m… sorry. For before.”

“Before?” he asked, grinning as he leaned closer.

The scent. The smile. I was melting.

“For, um… kicking your… tree… and tying you up… and trespassing… and the whole rope thing…” I trailed off.

He chuckled.

“Anything funny to share, Mr. Arrow and Ms. Stone?” the professor growled.

“No, sir!” we said in perfect sync.

Kyler turned to me again. “Stone, huh?”

“You already knew that. Don’t act like you didn’t do a full background check,” I rolled my eyes.

“And what if I didn’t?”

“Then I’d call BS. Child prodigy. Applied Sciences. No way you landed here ‘by accident.’”

He smirked. “Damn. Sexy and smart.”

Then he gave me zero warning.

“Don’t make a sound, mate.”

He yanked me toward him, lowered his head, and smashed his lips to mine.

First kiss.

Holy fuck, it was good.

No fireworks. Just straight-up explosions.

And just like that—Kyler Arrow ruined me for every man on this planet.

O. M. G.