Reborn as the Lycan Beta

Chapter 1. Got a Nightmare Again?

***Warning: This chapter contains s****l and gory adult images, as well as l***q themes. Not for the faint of heart!***

World No. ??????

Somewhere in Amsterdam, in TwinWorld Planet Pollux

Duke POV

Only thirty minutes after finally falling asleep, I had that same recurring nightmare. Thirty f**king minutes, for the record. At least that was what my timer showed me when I woke up, naked, amidst snoring, sticky j**z-riddled, naked bodies that stank of s*x and Lycan alcohol. A few hours back, I was in the middle of a wild after-party o**y, one of those occasional unrestrained ones where I get to f**k everyone who joined sessions.

Tonight’s session was one of those wilder-than-usual caucuses of mostly young Lycans of my age: three females, and four males, of which two were purely into men. As the highest-ranked in the group for being the Alpha Prince’s Beta, I, the eighth person to join, had a front seat to all the sampling. We even took it to another level — they let me enjoy “the throne” where I get to enjoy full-body stimulation, just like a king!

You think I’m a manw**re? Well, you’re f**king right! This is one field where I outranked my Alpha boss, who is the pack’s number two when it comes to s*xcapades.

At least that’s what they say in public.

Now as to my Alpha’s real s*x life and past tragedies… it will have to be for another story.

For now, I need to pee… really bad. That’s what happens when you guzzle barrels of Lycan alcohol and go overl-s**ually stimulated with a group of hormone-addled Lycans.

I ran towards the en-suite bath and toilet and took care of business, then cleaned myself up. I looked at myself at one of the many mirrors, this one a huge slab above the sink.

Hello handsome – yep, that’s me! I posed and c**ked an eyebrow, making a stupid grin.

Idiot, my Lycan wolf spirit, Miles, huffed. I could sense him rolling his eyes.

Looks like someone’s finally decided to pop out of his hiding place, I said to him through our link.

Not for long, he groused. One of your p***ies has woken up.

Not joining me? I replied. Why don’t you loosen up for a bit?

You know why I’d rather sleep.

Yeah, yeah, I said. You’re one f**kin’ straightlaced mutt.

I’m off. Ciao.

My Lycan somewhat shielded himself off just in time as one of my bedmates, a twink with dirty blonde hair, pouty lips, and juicy bubble b**t entered our large bathroom. He had some “crusts” drizzled on his hair and body, and I could spot a dab of still-wet j**z on the c***k of his behind and in between his inner thighs.

“Couldn’t sleep, Lord Beta?” He gave me a seductive smile, although, from the looks of it, he still looked somewhat sleepy himself. What was his name again? Todd? Chad? Eugene?

“Kind of,” I returned him a grin, folding my arms as I watched him enter the shower. He had his back towards me, but he turned his head and gave me an inviting look as he turned on the shower. The way he posed and moaned under the water, and the way the droplets seemed to lick his skin sent some of my blood down south.

Then he moaned.

Now who wouldn’t be turned on by that?

I felt my d**k twitch. There was only one response, yet before I could even move, another twink, this one a platinum blonde with locks of blue and red, strutted into the bathroom. He, too, had crusts all over him, and something wet and sticky threatening to leak from the wedge between his s**y globes.

“Hello, miLord,” he smiled languidly. “I hope you don’t mind if I use the loo.”

“Go ahead,” I smirked at the lad.

“Thanks,” he winked at me, then yawned as he peed.

“Cole,” said the one in the bath. “You’re here, too?”

“Won’t miss it if His Lord is here, he smiled, turned to look at me to give another wink, then swayed his hips as he joined the other Lycan in the shower. Moans, face-sucking, and wet bodies ensued.

Okay, that was quite fast.

One would wonder why I was dragging it all out and not getting into the fray right away. I must admit, I was hoping more would join, but apparently, everyone else was still knocked out. Call me greedy, but I just thought the more, the merrier.

“Milord?” Called out Cole.

“Would you like to join us, Milord?”

I felt my junior twitch as I dislodged myself from the way I leaned on the sink and moved into the shower.

“Alright,” I grinned as I entered the shower with them. “It looks like there’s only the three of us.”

In no time, I had the two lovely young Lycans on their knees, pumping and licking my raging b***r, as they played each other’s d**ks with their other hand.

“So huge,” Twink number one said.

“And yummy,” agreed Twink number two.

Not long after, I had twink number two splayed with his hands on the wall, moaning and whimpering in pleasure as his a*s was drilled by number one, who was ecstatically mewling and rocking his hips as I plundered his behind again and again and again.

“Oh f**k!” He whimpered as I jackhammered him. “Yes, Lord Beta! F**k me more!”

“Call me Alpha when my boss isn’t around,” I growled. I normally don’t give such a command, but when one is in the throes of pleasure, one can’t help but be gung-ho about it… if you know what I mean. Besides, all ranked royal pack leaders are Alpha class.*

What originally had been a quick shower to remove those white ropes of c*m on them became another long dawn delight, for after twink number two had been sandwiched, they switched roles so that number two had his back stuck on the tiled wall as he clung like some koala on the other twink, who was screaming in delight while getting pumped into by me.

It was definitely a blast, but it also drained us quite substantially, that I got to sneak an hour of sleep afterward, and miraculously no longer revisited by my nightmare.

I woke at around nine in the morning. Everyone was still snoring their a**es off when I quickly cleaned myself up, dressed, and sneakily went out into the hallway.

“Wild night?” came a familiar baritone voice. I turned to see the deep-sea blue eyes of my Alpha, my best friend, the third Prince Orion Conri. He was in his usual all-black shoes, pants, and shirt, with the first two buttons open to reveal that he had also done a quick shower. His hair was damp, and his jacket slung over one of his shoulders.

“You stink,” I scrunched my nose playfully at my best friend.

“You’re worse,” Ori c**ked an eyebrow. “It’s like a whole bunch of wild animals dumped their j**z on you.”

“And you smell like a b**ch in heat,” I retorted, grinning. “Who’s the unlucky girl?”

“DunDunDun,” Ori shrugged. We sometimes use the term ever since my best bud got his heart broken the first time. It just meant ‘dunno, duncare, dungiveadamn.’

Anyway, he switched through our Alpha-Beta link. Susan’s linked to inform us that Trent’s got the final papers. He was referring to our Pack Union Gamma couple, Trent and Susan Brooks.

How come I didn’t receive any heads up? I whined, as we quietly made our way to the underground parking lot where the guards who accompanied us were waiting. These guys were so used to our party schedule that they should be there. So we’re going to the pack to brief the squad?

Nope, he said. By then, we had already reached the parking lot. One of the guards opened the door for him before going around to the other side, while I rode shotgun. Aloud, Ori said, “To the airport.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Where are we going?” I asked him.

“Algeria.”

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Forêt Domaniale de Baïnem

It was already mid-afternoon when our pack, on different flights, arrived in a villa dub-smack in the middle of Forêt Domaniale de Baïnem, the Baïnem State Forest, in the middle of one of the Royal Family’s union territories. Or, in this case, Orion’s sister’s pack territory. We had strategically pulled back all our elite squad among the field operatives, and they had all been briefed once they got pulled back and transported directly to our rally point. Each one of them was thus, more or less ready for tonight.

Such was the way of the Wepwawet, Moonblade Pack Union’s mythical elite.

The moon was at its lowest phase tonight. This would, of course, be detrimental to most of the Moon Goddess’s children.

Not for us, though.

“Nervous?” I asked Mateo, our newest Lycan member of the Wepwawet. Selection for the squad is difficult. Recruits are handpicked instead of the usual warrior training exams and tests are conducted by the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma of the Pack Union only. This year alone, we screened only 20 out of the warrior trainees, and of these, only Mateo passed.

“A-a bit, B-beta,” he half-whispered. It was Mateo's first mission.

“You’ll live,” I patted the young Lycan on his back. “We’ll be leaving once Alpha Hunter arrives.”

“Don’t worry,” Tom Brooks, one of the Brooks Twins who were sons of Gamma Trent and Gamma Susan, said, smiling at the new recruit. I could sense the young Lycan blushing despite all the war paint and scent neutralizer he had worn.

That’s right — special operations like tonight require unorthodox tactics like specialized stalking, scent neutralizing, and masking our signatures like growls, howls, and even energy levels. You’d probably wonder how this was possible, but Ori — that’s Alpha Hunter to the rest of our pack — had every picked member of our squad special skills identified and those specialized skills trained to the optimum.

Simply put, each mission of the Wepwawet was meticulously planned so that the team is balanced and the output optimized.

He’s here, called out Ted, Tom’s twin. The two looked similar, having dark hair and stubble, but Ted preferred to look more grungy with a man-bun, while Tom liked to wear eye accessories like eyeglasses and contact lenses.

Tonight, however, Tom wore specialized goggles. Tom was one of the few Lycans our pack had that could read mana or magic energy signatures. The goggles he wore allowed him to project it to Ori and me, who were wearing eyepieces that projected shared images.

What took you so long, I whined at my best friend through our personal link.

Antoinette wouldn’t let go of me, he grumbled. Said she wanted to skip tonight’s tutorial with her royal pain of an a*s tutee.

I snickered. I was an only child, and sometimes I kind of envy that Ori’s got brothers and sisters… even if they’re all just half-siblings.

Don’t laugh, he groused. It was a good thing Freya had just arrived for an errand from Father, otherwise… he sighed.

He rolled his eyes before he turned his attention to the entire squad.

Everyone ready? Orion called everyone out through our pack squad link.

Ready, we all replied.

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