Chapter 2

SEBASTIAN POV

It’s been three fucking days since I made new friends who were transferred to Caravan College on the same day as me.

It's been barely three days, and we’ve dominated the entire school. Our presence has been felt as it should be.

My dad had me transferred to a new school because he claims to be taming me, but to me, I think it’s a way to say that he regrets giving birth to me.

He thinks he can fool me after I caught him having an affair with his secretary. He is one of the senators in the states, and he wants to protect his reputation at all costs.

He had to send me away because he doesn’t trust me, and by the way, he is not wrong. I’m only being quiet because it will hurt mom if I let the cat out of the bag.

So I better be out here in my world, conquering it with the best of my abilities.

I found two other people who are like me in personality, and they turn out to be werewolves just like me, and it gets more thrilling for me.

I relax on the couch in the lounge we bought with our money and from our personal savings, of course.

Weaver is disturbing my peace of mind, and with that, he is unintentionally getting me hard too. He is giving me images of what he is doing at the back of the lounge, even though I’m not staring at him or sitting close to him.

Her moan is way too loud and sharp. I don’t need to look before I can tell the position in which he’s placed her.

She sounds helpless, as if she is at his mercy and only he can save her.

Since we arrived, we have only had one motive. To conquer and dominate, and to fuck all the pussies the world has to offer.

We always have our way with girls, because once they set their eyes on any of us, there is no turning back because of the hypnotic attraction embodied in us.

They call us unrealistic beauties. The guys with the height like a god and the face like the most beautiful god whose name has not been found.

There’s no name to describe the kind of beauty we possess. The face that breaks mirrors to pieces.

This is the kind of attraction that causes traffic and accidents on the road because once you see us, you lose control of your steering wheel and your fucking focus.

“Oh sht. Oh shit.” Her moan gets loud, and I can no longer function without looking.

With a groan from my lips, I sit up on the couch and glance at him. Just as I imagined in my head, he has her tits fall down on the couch and her ass up in the air, snatching her freedom from her with the tie he has on her wrist.

She does nothing, and Weaver does everything, thrusting her harder and faster. All she does is scream, cry, and moan helplessly.

I don’t bother to look at her face before I storm out of the lounge. Usually I will have to mark her face, so I will take turns on her once Weaver is done with her.

I notice her red hair, but that’s all I take note of until I disappear from the lounge. My cock is already throbbing in my pants, my mood has been messed up, and all I want to do now is fuck.

I just need to step into the school premises to get someone who will willingly submit to me and let me fuck her core till they go red from hard and rough thrusting.

I can’t find Harper as well; he should probably be in one of the rooms fucking the girls. Sometimes he takes two at a go, and he fucks them so bad that they come back, asking for more.

I haven’t gotten close to the hallway when I’m suddenly crowded with different girls. Different sizes: slim, chubby, sexy, and fucking whores.

They show me the whorish smile, and someone is also about to cry at my feet to make me touch her.

They are feeding my egos even more, but I don’t pay attention to them. They don’t block my way as well; they maintain the path as they remain in their lay, which is staying either on my left or right side but never in the middle, where I walk through.

I’m about to turn to pick any of my choices to make me cum for the day when the blonde-haired girl walks through the hallway.

She walks very sluggishly, as if she has no bones in her. She is the only girl who doesn’t give a fuck about me.

Just like yesterday, when every girl was falling at my feet, this girl acted like I was invisible. She didn’t even bash her eyelashes at me as if my charm didn’t work on her, and that’s a fucking first.

No girl has ever had the courage to ignore me. They either freely spread their legs for me or listen to my command.

She’s so prideful, and I’m determined to crumble that pride of hers.

She doesn’t even speak to anyone, and she doesn't care about anyone. That’s how egocentric she is.

I fix my eyes on her and get angrier because she is the only girl who has ever gotten me to react this way.

Apart from her curvy body, her colorful eyes, and her tanned skin, her pride is giving me these competitive vibes. I should get her and clip her wings.

I watch every movement of hers, especially when she pushes a strand of her blonde hair behind her ears and when she narrows her icy blue eyes due to the sunlight.

I can hear her heart beating faster than normal, but I don’t know what she is thinking. I can only tell when she speaks, but she isn’t speaking to anyone.

On her way out of the hallway, a girl with long black hair and coffee-brown eyes approaches her. Her name is Jane; she’s the girl I tried getting information from about the blonde because I heard from some of the girls that they are close.

One will think she will be excited to see her best friend, but her aura gets darker, as if she hates to have anyone around her.

“C’mon, don’t you still want me close?” Jane tries to touch her shoulder, but she flinches. I arch my brow. Damn, she’s so bold.

“I don’t need anybody. I told you to give me some fucking space, Jane.” She yells at her, just the same way she yelled at her yesterday on the phone.

“You can’t keep on pushing me away!” she barks.

“Yeah, I can, and that’s because I don’t fucking need you around me anymore. You can as well go make some new friends; I don’t need anybody anymore.” She adjusts her backpack and walks out on her.

Fuck, she is such a rude ass.

I’m only going to watch her for a while before I strike. She needs somebody like me and my gang to teach her how to be humble.