Reborn as the Lycan Beta

Chapter 12. As If You Don’t Enjoy It Too

Sebastian POV

I wonder if the feeling I have now is similar to those who have DID*. Was this how it felt and what that serial criminal B. Milligan**, back in the old world, went through when he was in his episodes?

After going through several identity shifts — yes, including my own wolf Sylvanus, d**mit —

Hey, that’s foul, grumbled my wolf. Admit it — you enjoyed it as much as I do!

As if I’ll admit it!

My wolf merely snickered. I just can’t believe he actually gave me such a human-like expression.

I realized, to my horror and embarrassment, at the last second what I had just replied; rather than giving much ado about it I mentally rolled my eyes, instead. In front of everyone else, however, I tried to break free from all the hot, tingly, and c**k-h**dening kisses with my second-chance mate. Tried being the operative word.

Don’t pull out, my wolf whined. Mate is so delicious!

The way you’re saying it sounds so dirty, I protested. And seriously — you’re making me full-blown embarrassed! My cousin and her mate are already calling us!

Ugh, fine, and with that my wolf pulled back with an irritated huff.

“I think I kind of understand who you are now,” Orion said, raising an eyebrow at us, yet his eyes were filled with mirth.

“We’ve been trying to tell you,” Her Highness Princess Elle, one of my charges, pouted at her older brother. “He’s the wolf bodyguard, Sylvan, a friend of your warriors Ron and Eric Bennington.”

Both she and her twin Princess Liz had tried to pull him away a while ago, for His Highness’ looked murderously as I held on to my cousin before my mate found me. With the Alpha Prince’s change in demeanor, I took advantage of it right away (although deep down inside, knowing that this was my best buddy’s husband who also became my friend… well, let’s just say I am feeling a bit awkward and shy).

“Indeed I am Sylvanus,” I knelt on one knee, baring his neck. Duke tried to protest, but Orion c**ked an eyebrow at him. “Or at least that’s the name of my wolf when I regained everything. I am Sylvan Van Helsing, a Hunter of the Galloway Hunters Association, but that was when I lost my memory. Now I am and was Sebastian LeBlanc, Beta and cousin of Alpha Morrighan Ryan of Mystic Moonlit Path Pack.”

“And now, the Alpha of Auriga and Luna of Moonblade,” the prince said, humming in pride as he held my cousin fondly in his arms, his eyes switching between me and Morri.

“Sebastian,” the Lycan beside me — my mate — purred. I tried my hardest to hold back my shudder, but it was inevitable with the tingles from his hands as he gently (gently? Like seriously?) held the small of my back, d**mit.

“Sebastian LeBlanc and Sylvan Van Helsing. Gorgeous names for a beautiful wolf,” he added, “My name is Duke. Duke Harrison, Prince Orion’s Beta of this Lycan group, the Moonblade Pack.

His voice not only matched his fiery beauty and the rightness of his name, it was also as intense as his gaze. Ugh.

I tried to give him my strongest glare. I had this feeling it failed because my cousin snorted at me and my mate.

“I wish him to become my right-hand officer,” Morri said as she looked between me and her mate.

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Seriously, this has been such a rollercoaster of an evening!

One moment, His Highness’ Beta, wouldn’t stop nudging me with his nose, his lips, his teeth, and even his tongue (and it embarrasses me to say that I am loving it) as he clung to me. Suddenly, the next moment he cools off.

Oh no, it’s not that he’s become an entirely different persona. It’s more like he somewhat became… painfully shy? Or is that even possible? I mean he still clung to me and I could feel he was basking in the tingles between us, but his star-speckled face has turned a further adorable pink —

It was his Lycan spirit fully in control, said my wolf Sylvanus. Now he’s back from his nano-second conference with Mother. Syl said with a matter-of-fact face, and apparently, it’s possible for wolves to do so.

You’re interrupting my flow of thought, you dorky mutt, I huffed.

Well, just telling you I had a good time with Miles.

I had this feeling he’d make that Italian chef’s kiss if his paws could. Instead, I asked him a question.

Who the heck is Miles?

His Lycan, Sylvanus said.

You got to know his spirit already? I mentally c**ked an eyebrow. So fast!

That’s why you’re a dorky lab rat, Sylvanus snarkily said. If not for your best friend Morty in the old universe, you’d have been a lab rat forever.

Uhuh, I retorted. Being a crime lab specialist is cool, you know. Besides, I was recruited by the FBI, remember?

And because you’re such a loyal dork you took the field promotion given by your department instead, Sylvanus rolled his eyes. Why does he always have something to throw back at me?

Because I’m your awesome wolf, Sylvanus huffed in pride.

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From Forteiland Pampus all the way back to the city, Beta Duke wouldn’t let go of me. Like, the entire time, while he gave instructions to everyone, he held on to me. Even when we rode the boat all the way back on land, his hands were either on my shoulders, or he’d pull me to sit on his lap. And the entire time, something hard kept poking me whether from behind or from under me.

As if you don’t enjoy it too, Sylvanus snickered. If not for your coat they’d bear witness to your own reaction too, although most likely everyone here could smell it easily.

I realized it was true; these gigantic Lycans surrounding me — my cousin included — gave me knowing smiles — and I could see them even out here in the dark waters, much to the heat growing on my cheeks and ears, d**mit!

Shut up, I growled at my wolf instead, but he merely chortled as he strutted back and took his most comfortable seat.

Not long after, we reached a dilapidated beach away from the city or its nearby beaches. We were met by more of His Highness Orion’s Lycans, some of which were my friends Eric and Ron’s men and my new colleagues. They gave us a quick congratulations before we were herded into SUVs.

Beta Duke never left my side. Instead, I was seated beside him, in his arms, in an SUV different from the Alpha and Luna’s. I tried to stay calm while I looked around and outside to make sense of where we were heading.

“We’re heading back to the Pack’s main territory,” Ron, who had been one beside the driver’s seat, said as he looked at us from the rearview mirror. “After the hotel incident, we had Morgan ride with some of our guys back there. He should be in the packhouse by now, waiting for you.”

I c**ked an eyebrow when Beta Duke suddenly growled.

“Sorry, Beta,” Ron said, baring his neck. “We had Sylvan as part of our security group so I’m used to addressing him as a colleague-subordinate.”

“He won’t be your subordinate anymore,” Duke growled. “He is my mate and the Luna’s cousin. Once he has been reinstated his rightful position and especially when everything becomes official.”

“Aye aye, Beta,” Ron slightly bowed. I couldn’t help but give him an apologetic smile, but he merely slightly shook his head and grinned, before glazing his eyes to address his fellow guards.

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“Daddy!”

Pitter-patter of tiny running feet echoed through the hallways of a hotel lobby and greeted me as I got out of the SUV. I would’ve managed to do it on my own, but my oh-so gallant mate quickly got out of the car to open the door to my side and grabbed my hand just as I had removed my seatbelt. Landing in his arms, I pulled off once I heard my son’s voice.

“Morgan!” I called out, my open arms suddenly full as a tiny body slammed and clung onto mine. “Oh goddess, I’m so glad you’re safe!”

“Morgan!” cried out voices and running footsteps.

Several steps behind my son, two female Lycans dressed in maid clothes and one male in an attendant’s suit, braked to a stop.

“Beta Duke,” the three gasped and, in between deep intakes of air, bowed and bared their necks. “We didn’t realize you’d already arrived. Where’s the Alpha?”

“At ease,” he shook his head. “We didn’t call you guys because we were expecting Little Morgan to be already asleep. The Alpha and Luna already went straight home.”

Then, suddenly, my son made an uncharacteristic move that got me floored.

“Papa Duke!”

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