Reborn as the Lycan Beta

Chapter 13. Please Let Me Smell You

Sebastian POV

“Papa Duke!”

My son suddenly wriggled off me, switching to jump onto my mate’s arms.

Erm… what just happened?

“How are you little wolf?” Beta Duke grinned at Morgan.

For the past few hours, I had been trying as discreetly as possible to observe Duke Harrison. Let’s face it — he is my mate; there was nothing I could do about it, more so that he is my second chance (and it looked like a certain goddess could use a piece of my mind for giving me such a strange one).

True, the Beta was sinfully gorgeous. Like many Lycans, he was a dreamboat both in face and body. He was neither heavily muscled nor was he skinny, and his build definitely screamed “Come to Papa and get a hot and juicy session” that tested me time and again whenever I steal a glance at him. Like his Alpha and his Luna, he has a commanding presence and was well-received by the other Lycans.

As for his reputation, however…

I looked at both my son and Duke in trepidation.

“We had to get him out of a pantry storage,” the Beta said. I had to divert my eyes when Duke looked at me, but from my peripheral vision, I saw a slight twitch at the corner of his lips that looked adorably matched with the apologetic eyes.

I won’t tell him that, though.

“When Ben told me you had a son, I had this feeling that I had just to rescue little wolf here,” he added, rubbing my son’s hair. “Then, when I saw him, something in me just clicked. Now I know why.”

“Uncle Eric and Papa Duke came looking for me,” Morgan said, leaning his head on the tall Lycan’s chest. It was endearing to look at, yet at the same time, I wish it was me in the latter’s arms.

Wait. What?

“Papa Duke?” I said aloud, instead, c**king my eyebrow. Also doing so mentally at my wolf, who sat smugly licking his chops.

“You can call me Papa too,” the Beta winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. As I did so, I noticed how the Lycans looked at the Beta. Even the butler-like attendant.

A growl reverberated throughout the foyer we were in. Duke grinned at me, his eyes turning an alluring dark bottle green. Only a split second later did I realize it was my own.

I looked down in pure embarrassment.

“Daddy you’re turning pink,” Morgan said.

“Isn’t my mate adorable?” Duke grinned at the maids, but his hands pulled me toward him.

The Lycan ladies’ eyes grew huge, and they bowed their heads. “Congratulations on finding your mate, Beta,” they said in unison.

“Welcome to Moonblade Pack’s Packhouse,” the butler said, bowing.

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Duke POV

Everything was surreal.

When all my memories from my past life and my current one finally combined, there was such a huge disconnect that I nearly ran off.

And it was good you didn’t, Miles, my Lycan spirit, huffed. We are your mate’s second chance. Had you run you’d most likely killed him.

Even if we hadn’t technically spent a long time together in this universe? I asked.

Even if such was the case, Miles groused. Sylvanus, his wolf, had just recovered. We can’t afford to drive his wolf to madness.

But look at what we’re doing to him, I protested. We can’t be too aggressive either. He finds us weird. For all we know, our reputation had already reached his ears.

And you only think about our reputation now? Miles growled, rolling his eyes. I had been warning you to stop fooling around for years and you never listened.

I did listen, I huffed, turning to the other side. I had been laying on my bed for the past half-hour. Outside, the sun was about to pop out fully, but sleep still eluded me. My mind kept wandering to the father and son in my wing’s guestroom.

The Beta Wing was just a floor below my Alpha’s office. It shared two other wings, which at the moment were called Gamma Wings, making this section of our packhouse triangular in layout. Compared to the Gamma Wings A and B, however, this section occupied a larger area. Though my section of this floor didn’t even reach half Ori’s floor size, I had my own private kitchen, living room, and two additional bedrooms aside from the Beta’s Master bedroom.

Because of this, and because Ori himself concurred with my request, I had my mate and his son share one of my spare rooms. This was why, to my discomfort, Miles kept on whining.

Though I knew it was stupid to think I could hear my mate sleeping in the other room because Lycan architecture, after all, have thicker walls — I went absolutely still and tried to pick up any sound.

See, my Lycan spirit muttered. Even you are already beginning to be affected. Let’s go get near him.

We can’t, I grumbled. He has to get used to our presence first.

The little pup got used to us pretty easily, Miles countered. So he won’t mind us getting any closer.

He is the Luna’s missing relative, I groused. That meant he, like many of those in their pack, also went through something. I’d rather take things slower this time.

Ugh, Miles growled in frustration. You’re hopeless! When we were still waiting for our mate you were so aggressive chasing after everyone’s a**es and letting them have your a*s. Now that we have our mate you play prude?!

Before I could reply, however, he stepped back into his “den” and curled up, barely showing his form in my head.

And in time, too, for my eyes were finally beginning to seek Dreamland, and I lost myself to Hypnos in no time at all.

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That night, I had the same dream again… except that I was in my Lycan form, though for some strange reason, I still wore the same grocery store uniform even if it seemed to be of my current size. I didn’t have glasses on, however.

“You look different today,” said my best friend in another world, Natalie, while giving me the eye as she elbowed me. “It must be because you know he’s coming today, right?” She grinned.

I wanted to smirk, yet apparently, despite the physical alterations in this dream, I still was the same old me. “What are you saying?” I huffed as I felt my cheeks grow warm, and elbowed my friend in return. Despite my size, I still seemed… human, apparently.

Our elbowing was followed by teasing and bantering, but it was cut off when a familiar voice rang out.

“Hey, babe…”

Err… did he just call me babe?

I knew this was just a dream.

Really, it’s just a dream.

Natalie giggled and elbowed me one more time, saying. “Lover boy’s here. I’ll just go ahead and do arrangements over there. Good luck… babe.” she cackled as she trotted off, much to my embarrassment.

I could feel my cheeks growing even hotter. I had no choice but to turn my attention to him.

My mate.

And he was there. As Mr. Cop. Same height, same build, and same hair as his werewolf incarnation in TwinWorld.

I could feel the heat already reaching my ears and neck.

“Miss me?” he chuckled. “How’s your shift so far?”

I could only gape. Not.

Apparently, someone’s trying to mess up with my usual dream sequence.

“This would’ve happened had you guys not been messed with in your original life,” came a male voice that belonged to neither of us. “My deepest regrets.”

I opened my mouth to reply or something, yet suddenly the dream, for some strange reason, reverted to the ‘original.’

“EVERYBODY DOWN! EVERYBODY STAY F**KING DOWN OR WE WILL F**KING SHOOT!”

Then, like a horror movie played on fast forward, everything sped up all the way to the explosion, and everything went white.

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BOOM!

I woke up to a slight but temporary throb on my backside.

“What the hell are you doing on our bed?!” roared a familiar yet melodious voice.

Suddenly, all the sting on my hips and b**tocks dulled off, overtaken by something painfully constricting inside my chest. The sensation was so sharp and debilitating that I had to gasp several times.

“Oh s**t,” my mate Sebastian jumped down from the bed and knelt. “I-I’m sorry.” He began rubbing my back, and only then did the pain begin to subside.

“I-I’m not rejecting you,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I woke up and you were already there.”

Up close it was only then I realized that he, too, had been breathing hard and his face, though deadpan, showed hints of pain.

I breathed deeply, scenting his soothing scent. “Please,” I said as I pulled closer. “Please let me smell you.”

“O-okay…” he said, a hint of awkwardness in his tone.

“I… wish to touch and hug you,” I scooted even closer. “May I? Please…?”

“Okay…” he sighed.

I took the chance and held on to him, smelling his divine freshly baked herby-bread scent and basking in the tingles that sprang between our skin. Having placed my nose near the crook of his neck, I snuck a lick and tasted a soothing saltiness and something else that went straight to my groin.

My wolf howled with glee.

“Okay… I think that’s enough,” he said as I felt pats on my back before I felt smaller hands push from my shoulders. I whined when he pulled back his hands.

He sighed, slowly standing up and wrapping his arms around his bare chest.

“I know my son and I are just guests,” he said. “But you promised us last night that nothing would happen, but I woke up with you by my side instead of him. Now where is Morgan?”

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