Reborn as the Lycan Beta

Chapter 15. We Want Threesome!

Sebastian POV

In a way, having been part of the Bennington Security Group and being one of the first to come to my cousin Morrighan’s rescue proved to be a blessing. Thanks to the experience, by the time I found several familiar faces when we reached the training grounds. They were distributed among five smaller groups within the training ground, either stretching or adjusting their sports attire while waiting for the batch session to start.

“Hey, little wolf!” One of the guards, who I identified to be part of Bennington Security, was there. “Good to see you here!”

“Watch what you're calling him, Patrick,” growled another Lycan, who I also identified as one of the guards. “I heard he’s the Beta’s mate. You definitely don’t want Beta to get your a*s and cut your d**k for calling his mate names.”

“Chill dude,” another Lycan, also one of the Bennington brothers’ subordinates; this one from a third group. “It’s not yet confirmed.” He turned to wave at me. “Hey, Syl.” I waved back and grinned.

“Here here!” Cried out a tall Lycan female, one of the few in the territory, and fewer so among the trainees. “Gamma, group us with him please!” She skipped and tilted to and fro like an excited little girl.

As we got closer, however, I realized it was Pearl, Morrighan’s personal bodyguard — she had her bleached blonde hair in braids which made it look darker, and she was out of her maid uniform. Well-muscled, she wore a pair of black and white sports bra and leggings that left nothing to the imagination.

Gamma Ted shook his head and chuckled. “Quite the celebrity already, huh,” he grinned. “Wait until they know who you truly are.” He smirked at the crowd, before calling everyone to line up into four columns.

I knew that Lycans had sharper hearing than wolves like me. Apparently, even with everyone chitchatting before the roll call, they somehow heard what Gamma Ted had said.

“So who really is Little Wolf, Gamma?” the first Lycan who had called me out, who I then recalled to be named Patrick.

Murmurs sprang from the small teams. From what I could make sense of, it looked like my cousin had also created a stir in the pack when she entered. I looked at Pearl; she discreetly winked at me while smirking at the rest of the group.

“Anyway,” Gamma Ted coughed. “I know you guys have already been organized into teams here, but I’ll be adding uhm… Sebastian to the smallest populated team today.”

“Yes!” Pearl made a tiny fist pump in glee. Everyone else, of course, looked at her in curiosity.

“Sebastian?” Patrick said. “I thought your name was Sylvan?”

“It’s my working name, “ I said. “But my real name is Sebastian LeBlanc. You can call me Sebastian. Or Seb. Or Sebas.”

“How about Sylvan?” another guard said. “I kind of liked that name.”

I shrugged. Not that it mattered, really. I was still Sylvan, the hunter. Except now… I no longer have a commune.

Gamma Ted clapped his hands, and everyone became quiet once more.

“Alright, let’s start the run,”

—

Thirty miles — or thirty minutes later, for those who barely made it — everyone was on the ground gasping, wheezing, stretching or taking a drink or two from their water bottles.

“Goddess,” somebody said. “I’ll never get used to this!”

“But you did make it before the 30-minute mark,” Pearl chortled. “And get used to it. You’re part of the Luna’s Auriga now.”

“Auriga?” I asked her as I did a bit of cool-down stretching myself. It was getting unbearably hot, so I removed my jacket and shirt and went to get my water bottle. After all, I wasn’t the only one who was showing skin out here.

“You two really are the same,” Pearl chuckled.

“You mean her?” I couldn’t help but smile. I had this inkling that she and my cousin would also be training buddies.

“Yeah,” Pearl said as she did some ankle stretches. “Oh, and Auriga is her own mini-pack. Alpha gave her the authority to found a branch of Lycans specializing in the discovery and testing of Moonblade’s latest innovations, including battle tactics and technology.”

“Yep, that definitely sounds like her,” I grinned.

“Her who?”

Two Lycans approached, one of them another female. She whistled as she approached while gawking at me. Or my body.

I shook my head as I fanned my white shirt, hoping that I could wear it back for the next drill our team was supposed to do.

“Hey Call,” Pearl grinned, then looked at me before looking back at her. “What do you think? Doesn’t he look familiar?” Pearl went on to look at the male Lycan who had been with her.

“This is Callie,” Pearl introduced her. “Callie, this is Seb.”

“Not only does he look familiar, he also moves familiar,” came another voice. A couple of other Lycans approached — one Far-Eastern looking while the other had olive skin and curly hair, although it seemed as if he didn’t come from the south.

“You’re from the Far East,” I said, looking at the guy with almond eyes. “And you look like you’re from across the pond.”

The two newcomers looked at each other, then chuckled and grinned at me.

“Man, we’ll definitely get along,” the guy who seemed from South America said. “The name’s Gil.” He held out his hand and I took it for a vigorous handshake.

“Olaf here,” we also shook hands. “And yes, I think I kind of get who we’re talking about here.”

“Of course you do,” the Lycan who came with Callie said. He held out his hand. “Jack of the Guards and also of Luna’s Auriga group.”

“Ah!” Callie said. “No wonder you look so much like the Luna! Are you siblings?”

“Kind of,” I couldn’t help but be shy about it, for everyone was gazing at me intently. “She’s my cousin, first degree. We grew up together.”

By then, it seemed I had gotten everyone’s attention because murmurs sprang all over the place. Some of them were about my connection with Morri, while others were about something different entirely.

Like being the mate of one promiscuous redhead.

Promiscuous?

Our short gathering was suddenly cut off when Gamma Ted blew the Lycan whistle.

—

The thirty-mile run outside the training ground was followed by additional stretches and warm-ups, as well as obstacle courses that ran the inner perimeter. I was assigned to the Luna’s Auriga, which, according to Gamma Ted, was “because your cousin is absent.”

“Man,” Jack shook his head when we finally finished our course ahead of the rest. “You really move like the Luna. What’s your secret?” I had just arrived, having been the last person to get tagged for our team’s course.

I merely shrugged. Based on the utterings of the Lycans around me, the way I moved around the course seemed to be… not normal. Even for a first-timer in the area.

“It’s the mystic art, isn’t it?” Pearl asked.

“So you knew?” I smiled. Others from other groups — or at least those who had finished and were just waiting for their teammates to arrive — tried to be discrete, but I could sense them listening intently to our conversation.

And you’d think only wolves were the nosy ones.

“We were one of the few lucky ones who got pulled out and taught about it,” Olaf said. “Us Lycans have innate abilities although some are more special ones and even latent abilities compared to the rest.”

“Yep,” Gil pat his friend’s back. “Olaf here was one of the lucky ones to explore his secondary Lycan latent ability. Too bad we won’t be able to test him out in today’s session.”

“We’ll get to see it sooner or later,” Pearl grinned as she patted both male Lycans’ backs. “What’s important is the other feature of the mystic arts.”

“Aye,” Raymond nodded energetically. “Thanks to it even the most difficult terrain can be scaled faster.”

“But the best part is its use in sparring,” Callie smirked. “Right, Pearl?” She winked.

“Hmpf, Wolf-sycophants,” growled a female voice. It was seconded by another one. And it looked like they intentionally said it loud enough for me to hear; I looked around to see some c**ked eyebrows — including Gamma Ted.

“Got a problem, Joy?”

“One of Jenna’s minions,” Callie whisper-snickered; in our lineup, she was just behind me. “Jenna and Doug hated your cousin but had gone missing before the kidnapping incident.”

“Nothing, Gamma,” Joy said. From my periphery I could make out she was brushing her hair behind her ear and batting her eyelashes.

Ugh. Not one of those.

“Actually, on second thought…” she said, wriggling her a*s. “I did kinda wish the Beta was here. Right guys?” She battered her eyes and then looked around, especially at her team and her friends.

On the other side of my periphery, I saw Patrick, the second, and third guys who called me out today in the field, who I now remembered as Hamza and Daniel — rolling their eyes. “Slut,” it wasn’t muttered, but I could make the word form on Hamza’s lips.

I held back a grin, feeling the corner of my mouth twitch up.

“I second the motion,” said a male Lycan. “On the other hand… maybe Gamma can group us into three today, like menage a trois?”

Some of the Lycans, especially those I noticed who had friendly relations with Joy, snickered.

“But the Beta isn’t here to play with us,” Joy pouted.

“Oh goddess,” I heard Callie mutter, sighing in exasperation.

Someone, a male Lycan, chanted “Threesome!” It was followed by a female. Then more and more Lycans chanted it, especially those I could smell… iffy. I looked around and saw my teammates scrunch their noses, while some of the guys from other teams merely shook their heads.

For the rest of those in training, however, the group was more divided.

“Threesome! Threesome!” the chants grew louder.

A low growl seemed to spread throughout my area.

The chanting volume stopped as those who weren’t close to Joy’s friends seemed to hesitate to go any further with their chorus.

“What?” Joy c**ked an eyebrow at me.

Her friends, especially the guys, glared.

My teammates, on the other hand, stared at me. It took me a while to realize what was happening.

I had been growling. All this time.

Oh goddess, I thought. These past couple of days my consciousness has been lagging a d**n lot.

Gamma Ted raised his hand.

“Fine,” Gamma Ted said. “We’ll have spars today in groups of threes.”

A loud cheer erupted from some of the guys. As I looked around, I saw Joy and her friends smirking at me.

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