First Scents

Fenris's Perspective

I stop at the coffee shop to grab my favorite breakfast sandwich, and head to the quad. I plan to wait for Belladonna and eat breakfast with the guys, including Valerius and Silas, before classes start.

The morning air is crisp, but suddenly, I catch the lightest scent of an unknown wolf mixed with the most wonderful hint of warm vanilla. I look up from my breakfast, startled. I know all the wolves at this school and in this town; I am the one who will be leading them soon. I don't recognize this scent or her pack, and she doesn't smell like a rogue.

Following my nose, I spot a female student across the quad. I've noticed her in passing before, but she never smelled like a wolf, I would have noticed. I tilt my head, perplexed. She is too old to be newly awakened. I ponder whether I am just picking up the scent of a wolf farther away, but my eyes are drawn to her again.

Just as she comes into focus and I get a better look at her, Bella brushes her hand over my shoulder, breaking my gaze.

"Hello, Alpha Fenris," she says in a sultry tone.

She bends over, letting her chest and her nipple graze my shoulder, pulling my focus to the deep V-neck that displays her perky cleavage. 

Oh boy, I think. She clearly believes my earlier hard-on was from seeing her in those shorts. I chuckle to myself. Bella straddles the bench, her braless chest practically in my face as she purrs, "Here's that key you asked for earlier, Alpha."

'Good girl. Do you have it on?' I snap into her mind, my frustration at losing the vanilla scent leaking into our telepathic link.

'Yes, Alpha,' she purrs back.

Valerius’s eyes grow incredulous as he watches our interaction. Thinking fast, I say out loud, "Thanks for making a copy of the key to the captains-only lounge; I seem to have misplaced mine."

Bella hands over the key to her ass-plug and chastity-belt combo. "No problem, Alpha. I'll see you in there later."

Val's look of confusion shifts to understanding. As the captain of the varsity cheerleading squad, she has a key to the lounge, just as I do as the captain of the varsity track team. I take the key and slide it onto my ring, immediately shifting my attention back toward the mysterious scent.

But by then, the scent and the girl are gone. 

It must have been a werewolf passing by at the limit of my senses, I reason.

Bella, noticing I have shifted my focus, gets up with a slight huff. It is then I pick up the scent of my cum mixed with her arousal, slipping out of her as she stands. Silas, Val, and the other guys clearly smell it too; they all look toward her, many of them mesmerized by her the sway of her hips

Silas knowingly chuckles in silence, taking a slow sip of his coffee, while Valerius gives his sister’s retreating back an angry glare. He recognizes the smell of a male's release coming from her, but the mingled scents and his own brotherly denial keep him from realizing exactly whose it is. He is clearly unhappy with the idea of his little sister having sex.

"That skirt is too short," Valerius grumbles, his jaw ticking. "And I swear to the Moon, if I find out which mutt has his paws on her, I’m going to rip his throat out."

Silas snorts, nearly choking on his coffee. "Come on, Val. She's a grown female. Maybe she just finally found someone who knows how to put her in her place." He shoots me a covert, wicked smirk.

Valerius slams his fist on the metal table, rattling our empty cups. "She doesn't need to be put in her place, Silas. She's high-ranking. She should be focusing on finding her mate, not letting some random guy treat her like a piece of meat."

""I don't know," I chime in, keeping my voice casual as I lean back on the bench. "Whoever is putting up with her deserves a damn medal. She's just as annoying as she's always been. Let her have her fun, Val. It's not like you can lock her in a tower."

"No, but I can break his legs," Valerius snaps, his eyes flashing a brief, dangerous amber.

"Good luck with that," Silas murmurs under his breath, highly amused by the sheer irony of Val threatening the future Alpha. "I think whoever is handling her is probably more than capable of handling you."

Valerius whips his head toward Silas, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Before the two of them can start a pissing contest right here in the middle of the human-filled quad, I stand up, projecting just enough Alpha authority to force them both to back down.

"Enough," I command lightly. "Leave it alone, Val. Good luck getting her to change that skirt anyway. She clearly likes the attention."

Having finished my breakfast, I head off to my first class of the day. Huffing in frustration, Valerius stands and follows me to Ancient Warfare Tactics and Strategy. It’s a history class mandated by the pack for all high-ranking and future high-ranking members. What our human professor doesn't know is that many of the battles he teaches us about were actually fought between clashing werewolf packs.