The Lycan Queen

Chapter Two:

Noah, my first and only crush. Ever since I arrived, Noah has seen me. Even though Flynn was there for me as a brother, Noah was always right there for me too. He became my best friend. When I was young and couldn’t keep up with them, he would wait for me. During the awkward phase of puberty, he was always there to remind me of the great things about me — even when I couldn’t see them. When I was pushing myself too hard training, he was there to guide me — or pull me off the mats. I always just thought that it was out of loyalty to my brother. But, as we got older, it became clear that wasn’t the case.

I’ll never forget the first time he looked at me like that. It was like the entire world stopped. We had just won the Pack Cup, a pack wide competition that consisted of trials and challenges, before culminating in a massive relay race to the finish. As I crossed the finish line, Noah and the rest of our team were there waiting. The second I was close enough, he scooped me up in his arms and swung me around. I was on cloud nine from the victory, but nothing could compare to what came after. As he placed me back on the ground, he kept one hand on my waist, and the other hand cupped my face. He was staring at me like I was the most precious thing in the world, and it felt like an eternity had passed before he kissed me. We were both sweaty and messy, and I was completely inexperienced, but I swear fireworks went off behind us. It was literally a scene from a movie. But Flynn was pissed. He didn’t know there was something between us beforehand, but eventually came around to us dating after giving Noah a speech about never hurting me and to never ever let him catch us doing "nasty things." We may have only been fourteen, but wolves are very accepting of sexuality. We kind of have to be, with how often we're naked in front of one another and how possessive we can be.

But that was four years ago. Since then, Noah has been my first everything, and I can’t help but hope that maybe we’ll be the exception. One of the few Lycan-werewolf mates. He’s perfect. He’s tall and muscular. Caring and passionate. He’s so in tune with me, it's as if he reads my mind, and even after all this time, I still get butterflies just looking at him. That’s got to mean something, right? Once you gain access to your wolf or Lycan, you can start searching for your mate. And when you meet your mate, you’re supposed to just know. Instantly. Unequivocally. It’s supposed to be as if the two of you enter a different playing field. Where there’s nothing in the world that can separate the two of you. I want that with Noah, and hopefully tomorrow I’ll know. He turned eighteen a few months ago, and he told me how sure he is that we’re mates. That his wolf would go stir-crazy each time he’s around me. He’s also been more possessive of me since then too — only relaxing when he’s sure there are no other guys around me. He told me the sole exception is Flynn, because he’s my brother. But on top of that, he’s been almost insatiable. He’s constantly pulling me into closets and empty rooms, long-forgotten trails in the forest, the backseat of his car, or sneaking into my room. And unlike humans who can just hide the “I-was-up-to-something” look, his scent rubs off on me and can be smelled by any other wolf, so there’s no hiding it.

But I can’t say I don’t enjoy it. While Noah has always been more experienced than me, he has always been patient and giving. We’ve learned everything about each other, and I’m always satisfied when we mess around. And there’s no one else I want — even in my imagination. From my very first thought about boys, Noah’s face has been the one I picture. At the beginning, it felt like I was in a dream, that when I woke up I would find myself back in the my-best-friend’s-little-sister zone. But Noah has always been there to reassure me. Our first time, and every time after, he’s always made it all about me. He coaxed me to relax and kept me out of my own head. He didn’t ask anything of me, and once I was ready, he made sure everything was perfect. He always has. I —

“ALEXANDRIA ELIZABETH SHARP!” Jessica screams, bringing me back to reality. I blinked, not recognizing the girl in the mirror. She’s hot. Sexy even. But it looks effortless, like that’s how I wake up in the morning. My hair is in loose curls, framing my face. My makeup is perfect — accenting the pout of my lips and brightening my eyes. I look the way Lycans are supposed to, the way queens are supposed to: strong, radiant, and fierce.

“Jess…how did you make this happen so quickly?” I ask. She laughs.

“Alex, just because you’re turning eighteen doesn’t mean you can become senile. It’s been over an hour, and you zoned out so long, I also got myself ready. We had to head downstairs for pictures, like fifteen minutes ago! Grab your cap and gown and let’s go!!” She darts out of the room, and I grab my stuff, slip on my shoes and follow.

By the time I reached the first floor, she was already wrangling Flynn and Ryder for pictures. I take a quick glance around the room, but I don’t see Noah. The pack house is bustling though, with dozens of pack members trying to take graduation pictures with their kids before we all head over to the school. As I reach my friends, my phone buzzes with a text. Noah. He’s asking if there’s any chance I can come to his room to help him tie his tie and give me my birthday present. Knowing where this would lead and not wanting to mess up my hair and makeup before school, I sent him a quick text to meet me down here so I could fix it for pictures. A few minutes of pictures later, strong arms wrap around my waist.

“Hey baby girl,” Noah says as he places kisses along my neck, “you look good enough to eat.” The gesture tickles and I can’t stop the blush from forming on my face. I turn towards him and took in his outfit. He’s in gray dress pants, loafers, and a white button-up, wearing his tie around his neck like a scarf. As I reach up and begin to tie it, his hands settle on my hips and I can feel his stare even if I can’t see it. As I finish and pat the tie down, I see him scan the room and smirk before he pulls me around the corner and into one of the supply closets at the entrance of the hall. My eyes don’t even have the chance to adjust to the dark before he’s got me against the wall and his lips are on mine. Pulling away, I half-heartedly tell him I can’t mess up my hair or makeup. He laughs before reclaiming my lips and picking me up.

My resolve is instantly gone and I mutter something about not being late for graduation before wrapping my legs around him, fully aware of the hot, hard bulge against my barely-there thong. He begins to thrust himself forward, causing the most amazing friction and I can’t help but moan through our kiss. He knows just how to set me off. And the fact that there are over thirty people just around the corner from us makes this even hotter.