~ place your hand on my shoulders ~

~ lay your soft cheeks on me, baby~ (Vintage cõrt Instruments playing).

The instrument comes up 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 was 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 lids.

Yup, it wouldn't be a refreshing morning (or noon) if there wasn't sex in the air and a lady curled up by my side. Let's just say it is the normal tradition of any hot-blooded dominant Alpha like myself with good genes, and obviously mateless to cause emotional havoc.

Once the fury kicks in, it is resolved with either real good hardcore sex, racing with the animal taking over my body, or showering all day long... But at the end of the day, it ends up on one path. All routes fall back to Hardcore sex.

So in other words, I am a horny mutherfucker.

I rolled out of the bed and she shuffled closer to catch my warmth but missed it so she settled for the warmth and scent left on the mattress I just scurried out of without opening her eyes.

She must be bumped 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 make it to the first few heated moments which is sometimes very frustrating because 90% of the time, I'm not even half close to relief.

I threw on a sleeveless top and slid into a sweatpant before dashing out of the room, out of my villa, and into the woods. If I wanted my day to go half as peaceful as I wanted it to be, this is the ritual I have to perform.

I started with simple jogging and paced up a little, going faster, then it became a sprint.

With the wind blowing my hair in that seductive way, I was convinced it was going to be a good day already. I got greedy before I realized it. I wanted more. I wanted to go faster. I needed to feel that satisfaction I so badly craved. So I pushed forward, I went even faster. Moving as though I wanted to die, as though I was being chased by an earthquake, as though this was my last resort. And before I knew it, my animal tore out of me without warning, taking the wind in full force.

I was on all fours, moving as though the world rotated underneath my paws, letting out a loud howl and shaking the entire threshold.

My voice could be heard from distants but I didn't give a damn. This was my way of saying 'Good morning mutherfuckers', letting out all the upcoming frustrations.

I ran for about three hours or so and continued until there was no more Forest then came to a halt when my eyes fell on the spring before me. This was the best part of this Island - the blue sparkling water that calls you from miles away, and the sun shining above it causing a mirage towards an angle covered in shades from various vegetations. Not to talk of the beach-like white sand that sparkles underneath your feet.

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

The only school and 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 worse breed of them all. Vampires.

Yeah, you fucking heard right, the blood suckers.

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

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

My animal can't and won't take it, and somehow, our every encounter always ended with a rough collision and terrible injuries that even most clans gets involved in.

Because of this, the school board of directors after efficient contemplations, came up with a resolution to have several quarters allocated to both clans; The werewolf quarters, and the vampire quarters. They even came up with a rule that we can never cross paths on any occasion except during classes.

I, myself strongly dispised that rule because I so badly wanted to get my paws on them with every little chance I got but apparently, I had used up all of my mercy merits when I turned 18 and my eyes blood-shot Father had grown out of patience waiting for me to find the "supposed" mate I am to spend the rest of my life with.

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

It has 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 until you find out.

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

Once I am under water, all my thoughts fades as though they were never there.

This is why I come here everyday... I connect so much with this element that I sometimes begin to question myself if my ancestors evolved from seawolves – if that even makes any sense.

If it does, then that explains why I could stay beneath the surface longer than the average time a professional diver holds his breath and would not feel like dying. It still remains a mystery to Father.

I don't know how long I stayed in there but when I brought my head back on the surface, the sun was now at the center of the sky.

With a sharp exhale, I strolled out naked, thinking of my plans for the day when I caught a whiff of the most disgusting smell that had my insides flaming up with fury.

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

Fucking vampires.