Reborn as the Lycan Beta

Chapter 10. Stop Feeding Words In My Head!

Sebastian POV

I was resurrected. Brought back from the dead. Pulled out of the mists of the forgotten.

Six months ago, I had been the man known as Sylvan Van Helsing, one of the best hunters in the Kirknewton-Hethpool Lake Hunters Commune, consort to the group’s next leader, and a proud father of our son, Morgan. Without that name and the human hunters around me, I was merely a man of an ambiguous past, a nobody pulled out and rescued bloody and near-death from a ravine, and a nameless who didn’t even know his true nature for the past four years.

It had been hell these past months. I lived with the idea that my beloved son Morrighan and I were the only ones left in my Commune, and if there were any more survivors. In fact, if not for my son I would’ve given up a long time ago. Up until now, I haven’t had proper contact with any of the survivors at all.

Then, some weeks ago, my luck somewhat turned — something triggered my old life back. I’ll have to retell it some other time, but thanks to it I eventually made it all the way from England up to here, in some island fortress in the watery outskirts of Amsterdam.

Thanks to it I got reunited with my dearest cousin who’s more a sister to me than a cousin. Not only is she alive and well, but she’d become a Lycan with ridiculous power, and she’s mated to a prince. A black sheep from the rumors I heard, but still.

That’s not all — apparently, my new bosses from the latest job I got were subordinates of this prince. And after twists and turns, I’ve just found myself rescuing the twin sisters of the boss of my bosses. Who are in-laws of my cousin, who was also kidnapped after the twins.

Messy right? But long story short — thanks to this whole kidnap and rescue operation thing, I got to meet my cousin again. I’ll let her meet my son, and maybe I could start a new life, maybe look for my old pack and look for survivors of my Commune.

Okay, I was just talking in circles or something. I admit I was just trying to stall from looking at this one itty bitty truth right now that I find… ugh.

Yes. Like.. s**t. I really did find my mate.

Heck, I don’t know if this was a second chance or first, but —

He’s our second-chance mate, my wolf Sylvanus muttered. He’s our only hope for me to be truly back to my full health. You better not reject him.

Of course, I’m not rejecting him, I huffed. Only… I felt a sting in my chest.

Don’t feel bad about Nautia, Sylvanus said. Though he said that, his voice somewhat wavered She was indeed our mate given by the goddess. I’m even thankful since it was thanks to her that I was saved from my death. I too, feel bad for her loss, but such was her fate.

How callous of you, I grumbled, anger surging from the pits of my core.

I’m not being callous, he huffed, as if trying to remove the shudder in his voice. It’s what you call being a realist. Besides, he added with a sniff. Miles is our one true fated mate.

Before I could react, I suddenly felt as if I was hurled upside-down. Everything was in overdrive.

One moment I was with my Cousin, then the next thing I knew Sylvanus was shouting “Mate! Mate!” in my head and I could smell sandalwood, fresh-cut grass, coffee, and petrichor. There had been hints the entire time once we got to completely defeat the kidnappers, yet the scent became even more intoxicating, so much so that I could feel mini me wake up. S**t.

Mate! Sylavnus cried. He’s nearby! He’s coming! Hurry to our mate! Hurry hurry hurry!

The intoxicating scent became stronger. I wanted to move away and get closer to my Alpha, but Sylvanus was being persistent. He began to try to wrestle control of my legs.

“Alpha,” I couldn’t help but squeak with the lowest volume I could muster at my cousin. “Help…” Now that we’re far from our first and original pack, and now that she was the Prince’s mate, I now only have one alpha.

Morrighan had been in her mate’s arms while they faced Prince Orion’s twin sisters. I had been standing behind her, maintaining a bit of respectful distance while quietly observing everyone do the cleanup when it happened. Upon hearing my hitched voice, Morrighan turned to me. “What’s wrong?” She said, holding my two elbows.

Orion paused, frowning at me. “Who’s this?” He growled.

“Al…pha,” I whimpered as I clung to Morrighan. “Help…”

“Seby? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Sylvanus howled and whined as I tried to fight both against the pull and against his urge to come out, which was getting stronger by the second.

Stop it, please. I chided Syl. I’m not ready.

No! I want our mate now!

The intoxicating aroma amplified. S**t.

Orion growled in his full alpha Lycan wolf. “Who are you?!?” His eyes went dark.

“Big Brother…” Princess Elle tried to hold the hem of her brother’s shirt, but Orion twisted free.

“Big Brother, wait!” Princess Liz tried to do the same. She, too, Orion avoided.

“You got three seconds to introduce yourself or I will rip off your head, mutt,” Orion hissed as he stalked towards me.

“Orion —” Morrighan gave her mate a warning tone.

Whispers and murmurs became more pronounced as more people from Morrighan’s group noticed what was happening.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” came the growl of another alpha voice.

Everyone except the royal family, Morrighan and I bared their necks. How is that possible? Does Moonblade have more than one alpha?

My wolf, however, whimpered in glee and nearly got out. I shuddered in my fight for control and in my wolf’s over-excitement.

His voice was a rich baritone, like honey that was drizzled all over my chest, n*****s, and d**k. It was like getting licked from my ears to my nape and neck, to my pecs and buds, and all the way down to my c**k. So fr**king hot

Oh, goddess. Did I just think that?

Sylvanus! I mentally roared in protest. Stop feeding words in my head!

We want our mate! Sylvanus was becoming a true rebel, I realized a second after I hitched one breath as he struggled to come out.

“I finally found you,” the alluring smell came along with the most eargasmic voice I ever heard. “MATE.”

“M-mate,” I turned and saw him.

The world stood still. It was a split second later when I realized I had removed myself from Morrighan’s arms… and ran towards the Lycan who also ran towards me.

Then everything blinked into whiteness.

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By the time the white flash of light ended I was so disoriented that I actually fell on my b**t.

In some place dark.

No, it wasn’t dark, cold, and foreboding or such, but it reminded me of an unlit bedroom way back in…

My train of thought braked to a halt when I realized I was in the recesses of my mind. In front of me was my wolf, Sylvanus, looking as scruffy, patchy, and raggedy as ever, yet on his way to recovery.

I mean, he does seem better, considering that he was sucking faces with another huge-a*s, all red and charcoal and fluffy healthy, right?

A sliver of movement made me turn to look around. It was then I noticed two shadowy forms, one partially obscured by the large Lycan wolf with Sylvanus (and for some strange reason I just knew it was a Lycan wolf), the other was way behind, in a darker corner.

The one from the back seemed as tall, maybe taller as the Lycans I had seen with my cousin’s mate, except for the prince himself. His part is so dark, but somehow I knew it was him, complete with the red flaming red hair, those intense jade green eyes, and the five o’clock shadow that reminded me of the Wyoming Desert in the old world.

The one slightly obscured seemed about as tall as I was, maybe an inch or two taller. Only, for some reason, I knew he was human, and he seemed familiar…

Another flicker of movement caught my attention. It was then I realized that even with the room darkened, light came in the form of scenes flashing on a screen just above and behind us. My eyes widened as I saw two men making out in front of a crowd of Lycans.

Somehow I knew the onlookers were all Lycans, and the only wolf there was me.

Yes, one of the men making out, apparently, was me.

The other one was my mate.

Before I could react in protest, however, white light flashed once more.

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I’m back in my body. Or maybe not.

I felt so disoriented that by the time it happened, I just literally felt bamboozled by the deities of this universe.

He was like the deity of fire; he had the fieriest hair I’ve ever seen — even more so than Her Majesty the Queen, or Their Highnesses the Twin Princesses. His eyes flickered from jade to the deepest of moss. Or maybe it was already algae in color?

He was a Lycan, definitely. Up close it was obvious he towered nine whole inches above my height of 5’11”. I was quite tall among my kind; the only ones taller than me were my parents, the Beta, and the Alpha — Morrighan’s father. Compared to this Lycan, however, I seemed like a brat, but my gut feeling told me that we were of the same age yet I was more mature compared to him.

Realizing the folly of letting my wolf overcome me, I stood still at the last minute, gazing at my mate.

Urk.

A huge wave of happiness rolled inside me, but there was also trepidation and uncertainty.

Sylvanus! I hissed in warning, but my wolf didn’t respond… most likely from being too busy with this guy’s Lycan spirit.

Tsk.

Before I could decide what to do about it, however, bolts of electricity danced between each point of contact as arms tightly wrapped around me… and one large hand c**ping my b*tt.. The sensation was just out of this world — it was fr**ky yet at the same time o******c, scary yet warm and fuzzy and homey.

I shuddered as I felt his breath fanning over my neck, scenting me. I held on tight, realizing a split second later I was rubbing his shoulders as his hands explored and rubbed circles on my back, arms, and behind, and his nose on the crook of my neck.

Maybe this is what it’s like to be insane and torn between two things I had no control on.

I mean, half of my mind wants me to embrace all the pleasure, yet half of it was totally fr***ing out. I tried to push him away when I felt his hardening length twitch, but he squeezed my b**t, then took advantage of my gasping reaction, plundering my mouth.

The Lycan pervert!

I could hear a snicker somewhere in my head, its volume overpowered by my own litany of expletives (I think they were, but the invading tongue was just so f**king good).

I tried to fight back for control, but my body wouldn’t listen as more tingles ripped through me. His lips, his tongue, his head — everything about him was just too intoxicating, too sensual, too addictive.

I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t realize that my cousin and her mate had already coughed thrice — the third time using their Royal Alpha voice — just to capture our attention.

Like a deer caught in headlights, I froze. So. Embarrassing.

I slowly lifted my eyes a bit to see my second chance mate. He was staring at me. With dark devouring eyes.

Somebody’s junior is twitching. I was f**ked.

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