HYBRIDS; TAME ME IF YOU CAN!

~ Place your hands on my shoulders ~

~ Lay your soft cheeks on me, baby ~ (Vintage court instruments playing).

The instruments come on, and I stretch on my bed because that sound is my way of knowing just when to get up. It means I've slept in, and it's probably noon.

I feel lazy to get up and refreshed all at once, taking a big whiff of the air around me before sluggishly opening my eyelids.

Yup, it wouldn't be a refreshing morning (or noon) if there weren't sex in the air and a lady curled up by my side. Let's just say it's the normal tradition of any hot-blooded, dominant Alpha like myself, with good genes and obviously no mate, to cause emotional havoc.

Once the fury kicks in, it's resolved with either really good hardcore sex, racing with the animal taking over my body, or showering all day long... But at the end of the day, it all comes down to one thing. All routes lead back to hardcore sex.

So, in other words, I'm a horny motherfucker.

I roll out of bed, and she shuffles closer to catch my warmth but misses it, so she settles for the warmth and scent left on the mattress I just scurried out of without even opening her eyes.

She must be beat, too, after having to go a dozen rounds with my beast in bed... It's always like that with them all.

Most of them pass out after the first few rounds, while some only make it through the first few heated moments, which is sometimes very frustrating because, ninety percent of the time, I'm not even halfway to finding relief.

I throw on a sleeveless top and slide into a pair of sweatpants before dashing out of the room, out of my villa, and into the woods. If I want my day to be even half as peaceful as I want it to be, this is the ritual I have to perform.

I start with a simple jog and pick up the pace a little, going faster until it becomes a sprint.

With the wind blowing through my hair in that seductive way, I'm already convinced it's going to be a good day. I get greedy before I realize it. I want more. I want to go faster. I need to feel that satisfaction I crave so badly.

So I push forward. I go even faster, moving as though I want to die, as though I'm being chased by an earthquake, as though this is my last resort.

And before I know it, my animal tears out of me without warning, taking on the wind at full force.

I'm on all fours, moving as though the world is rotating beneath my paws, letting out a loud howl that shakes the entire territory.

My voice can be heard from a distance, but I don't give a damn. This is my way of saying, 'Good morning, motherfuckers!' and letting out all the frustrations building up inside me.

I run for about three hours or so, continuing until there are no more trees in sight. Then I come to a halt when my eyes fall on the spring before me.

This is the best part of this island – the blue, sparkling water that calls to you from miles away, with the sun shining above it and creating a mirage at an angle shaded by various types of vegetation. Not to mention the beach-like white sand that sparkles beneath your feet.

From this point, you can see the werewolf boarding quarters of Prestige High – my school.

The only school, and the first of its kind, to accept all breeds from different clans.

They came up with the no-discrimination policy and left their doors wide open to accommodate both the scavengers and the targets, including the worst breed of them all.

Vampires.

Yeah, you fucking heard right. The bloodsuckers.

I've never loathed anything in my life more than those creatures.

The hatred I feel for them runs so deep in my blood that just thinking about them makes me boil from deep within. And the pure disgust I feel every time I catch a whiff of them is the reason my villa is secluded from the rest.

My animal can't and won't tolerate them, and somehow, every encounter between us ends in a violent collision and terrible injuries, often involving even more clans.

Because of this, the school's board of directors, after careful deliberation, came up with a resolution to allocate separate quarters to both clans: the werewolf quarters and the vampire quarters.

They even came up with a rule stating that we can never cross paths under any circumstances except during classes.

I, myself, strongly despise that rule because I want so badly to get my paws on them at every little opportunity I get. But apparently, I'd used up all my mercy merits when I turned eighteen, and my red-eyed father had grown impatient waiting for me to find the "supposed" mate I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with.

Pfft... Like I give two shits about that.

It's been such a hassle, and honestly, I don't even feel like spending the rest of my life with anyone. Let's start there.

Why?

Oh, the reasons are quite simple, and it won't be long before you find out.

I dive into the sparkling water, shifting back immediately and allowing the chills from nature to graze my skin.

Once I'm underwater, all my thoughts fade as though they were never there.

This is why I come here every day... I connect so deeply with this element that I sometimes begin to question whether my ancestors evolved from seawolves... If that even makes any sense.

If it does, then that would explain why I can stay beneath the surface longer than the average time a professional diver can hold his breath without feeling like I'm going to die.

It still remains a mystery to my father.

I don't know how long I stay in there, but when I bring my head back above the surface, the sun is now at the center of the sky.

With a sharp exhale, I stroll out of the water naked, thinking about my plans for the day when I catch a whiff of the most disgusting smell, one that sets my insides ablaze with fury.

I know that smell even in my sleep because I loathe it with everything in me.

Fucking vampires.