Felicity's POV

I walk out of my house with my signature strut that I have come to perfect over the years, and hopped into my new silver corvette. I pull down the mirror and looked at myself to check that my makeup has not smudged, it's an art to look the way I do. I am dressed in a mini dark jean skirt with a tight pink tank top on that shows more skin than is needed. Yet, I still look good. Canada's nice warm summers are refreshing from its cold winters, I never did like the winter here so I'm glad it's back to being warm again.

I have to look good to keep make sure he keeps his attention on me, rather than having his eyes stray to those desperate girls that will do anything to gain his attention.

I'm talking about my boyfriend of two years, Warren Davis. Boy, is he a fine piece of male specimen, he's not so bad in bed either. One of the best I've had in a long time actually, being with him is nice- it's not as much of a chore as the last ones before him were.

I keep driving to school and within fifteen minutes I am turning into the university school parking lot. I turn off the engine and put my sunglasses on. As I step out of my car I call feel all eyes turn to me and I can feel the lustful stares and glares that are thrown my way by fellow students around me, both male and female.

University is nice, high school was such a bust. I hated seeing the same people all the time. Here it's new people every year, new faces and new prospects. I like the chase and the adventure. My wolf purrs with the idea of a new prospect. Yeah I'm seeing someone but that doesn't hold me back from being with someone else, otherwise life would be boring. What's the fun in that? It's the second day of my second year, and I just have a feeling that it will be a great year, just as it was during my first, last year.

Suddenly I feel arms wrap around me and by his scent I can tell it's Warren. He has this particular scent of fresh cut hay and lilacs. It's a weird combination but I find I really like it. It has the scent of power behind it that vibrates underneath his skin just begging to come out. This is because he is an Alpha. My Alpha. Of the Darkest Night Pack.

I slowly turn in his arms and while turning I gently rub my hip back and forth against his crotch, I can begin to feel him harden already. Over the past two years I have come to know his body and just what to do when I wanted to excite him. As I turn to fully face him I slide my right hand up his chest and around his neck, and bring his face down to mine to smash my lips against his. We begin to make out in the middle of the parking lot.

Soon enough I can feel him try to slip his tongue between my lips to deepen the kiss but a hold off till the last second and allow him to enter into my mouth. He moans as his tongue connects to mine and our tongues begin to dance in passion, I have so far only experienced with him.

I can feel myself slowly moving back and am being pushed softly against my car as he presses himself to me. I love how our bodies mesh. How he at 6'2" dwarfs my 5'7". Slowly I let my left hand drift from resting on his muscled peck to his delightfully sized butt. I rub and then squeeze it for a second to press him harder to me and lift my right leg to allow him to press even closer to me. His excitement now is enlarged to an unbelievable size. I let out a small growl and he makes one in return. I love how big he is, larger than the average. Thank goodness we were in a secluded part of the parking lot or else this would be really awkward for those who may walk by. Not that I care, I like a little danger.

Suddenly I hear the sound of a throat clearing and I feel Warren move away from me with an aggravated moan. We both turn to see that the Beta standing there waiting for us so we can head to class before it's too late.

"Dan, have you been strategizing ways on how to interrupt Warren and I at the most ridiculous times?" I ask in annoyance as Warren grabs my hand as we begin to walk to the building where our class is.

"Huh, I didn't know it was ridiculous. I thought you would want me to tell you to start heading to class so we weren't late...again." he answers.

"You've begun to make a real ass of yourself, you know that?"

"Well, seeing your annoyed expression makes me happy so I don't think I'm going to find a problem with that any time soon."

I huff in response and roll my eyes behind his back. As we walk, I mimic his words silently with a mocking look on my face. Warren just chuckles at us because he thinks its funny how easily annoyed I get.

We begin to head to our first class. Ugh, I hate scheduled 8am classes. Seriously, who came up with the genius idea to start classes at 8 fricking AM? Obviously some stupid morning person who doesn't understand the kind of lives we live partying and going to sleep late. Do they not understand that we like our sleep? No one likes early mornings and anyone who does is just plain odd.

Oh well, you gotta' do what you gotta' do.

Our first class that we all share is philosophy. I have no idea why I chose this. It's the most boring class I have ever taken.

As we walk into class I motion to the others to take the three empty seats I see in the back. We move towards them and sit down. I sit down and my mind begins to drift. For the next hour my mind is anywhere but what is being taught to us.

All of a sudden I hear the classroom door slam open and a petite brunette walks in. Her features, in my opinion compare nothing to mine. I'm tall, have golden blonde hair with blue eyes and a nice oval face. My body is as perfectly curved as can be. Whereas, she has dark hair with brown eyes and a round face. I guess to some she may be pretty, but I don't really see too much of an appeal. Her chest is relatively small, but I can't deny she does have something of a butt.

I look over to Warren to make a snide comment because I can tell he hasn't noticed her and has only been staring at his phone the whole time, but suddenly he looks up. As I look at him I can see his attention is on the front of the room in concentration, his nostrils flare and his eyes widen. His face is actually pretty funny. He looks kind of like a deer in headlights. Which is pretty funny since he's a wolf. I look over to see what he's looking at and I noticed his eyes are on the girl who walked in late.

My brows scrunch in confusion. Why is he looking at her like that? As Warren leans back in his chair, still with that odd look on his face, I get a chance to look to Dan who is sitting on the opposite side of him. He's looking at Warren with a huge smile on his face and a look of understanding.

I'm so confused. What is happening? I look at Warren and back at the girl, by the smell of her I can tell she's a werewolf like us, but I don't catch any strange smell around her other than the one that shows she is part of a pack. She's not a rogue so I don't understand why he is acting like this. I stare at the girl for a couple more minutes with confusion, until it clicks.

Oh no! Oh no, no, no! It can't be...no she can't be. It's not possible. It can't happen this soon. I can feel myself begin to panic when suddenly from my right I hear him whisper the one word that I have lived in dread to hear since the first day I met him.

"Mate" Warren whispers so quietly you would have missed it without a wolf's enhanced hearing and with my proximity to him.

Crap, this is not what I had expected this year. Shit has just hit the fan!