Orion's POV

I groggily opened my eyes, staring at the girl lying next to me—pretty, well-shaped, and honestly, last night was decent. But she was just another ordinary human girl, completely useless to me.

“Orion, you can’t keep doing this,” Harr, my inner wolf, growled. “You need to find our mate as soon as possible.”

Without a mate, Harr was growing weaker. He hadn't spoken to me in ages.

“I know, I know. But after all these years, I’ve come up empty,” I sighed, spreading my arms in defeat. “Maybe she just doesn’t exist.”

The thought of our mate not existing left me restless. I nudged the sleeping Amy? Emilia? Whatever her name was, it didn’t matter—we wouldn’t be seeing each other again.

“Hey, it’s getting late. I think you should get to class before you’re late.”

She blinked blearily, glanced at her phone, and muttered, “Oh, shit! I need to go.” She quickly dressed, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. “Orion, see you next time.”

I stood at the door, gave her a polite smile, and closed it, letting out a long sigh. “We’ll never see each other again.”

Beep, beep, beep.

My phone rang, displaying my mom’s number. Guess what? My mom was just as confused about my recent sexual life. I privately called her the relentless sex overseer. Omg, she was requesting a video call.

“Hey, Mom,” I waved at the screen.

“Hey, baby,” she smiled brightly. “How are you?” Her face was all smiles.

"As you can see," I gestured around me, "I'm fine."

"Well, um... I've heard you've been lonely lately," she sounded particularly concerned now. "Don't you think you need to integrate into human society? You know... live a life like a swimmer? I worry about you living alone in the human world, but you need to receive better education and rigorous training at a human university."

As a successful alpha, my father not only led Eclipse Pack to prosperity, but also expanded the conglomerate's footprint and commercial empire into more fields after founding the company. I am his youngest son, with three older brothers ahead of me, and he hopes to nurture us to be even more outstanding.

Therefore, each of his children needs to study alone at a human university. This is an experience every heir must go through.

Only the principal on campus knows my true identity, because my father sent him a large sum of money, enough to fill three boxes, which could not possibly fail to impress him. He did not refuse and accepted my father's donations every year to build the campus, so I am very safe.

Father made me good at a sport, but gave me some freedom to choose for myself, but I must ensure that I have influence in this area.

I chose swimming because it allowed me to focus on myself, and I did not need to help those stupid people during team races, just focus on myself, I immersed myself in this sport, and I came and went alone and had influence.

And my mother seems to be overly concerned. After all, I am her youngest son. She always finds opportunities to talk to me, but does not talk about family, studies and sports, or even future jobs I need to learn.

She merely insisted I find a suitable mate soon, as unmarried werewolves lacked prestige among our pack's elite, seen as inept in managing family affairs.

My brothers had found their partners at their Coming of Age ceremony at eighteen. However, at mine, all the she-wolves of the pack wished me a happy birthday, yet none were my intended, disappointing everyone present.

I found werewolf girls appealing, but my parents believed I should attempt to befriend human girls who were dignified, influential, and intelligent. This, they argued, would help our werewolf clan gain more space in the human world without facing exclusion.

Mother once mentioned a girl named Daria, the only child of a business partner of my father's, but I had no interest in her. I couldn't even discern any particular scent from her, despite our keen werewolf sense of smell. I initially thought it was just Daria who lacked this allure.

So, I continued to engage with different human girls, hoping to find my mate, but none fulfilled that deep soul-satisfying connection I sought in a partner.

"Dear, just let him be," I heard Father say from behind. "He's already an adult."

"I'm fine, Mom. There's nothing to worry about..." I reassured her, just as the doorbell rang. "Mom, I have to hang up now. Someone's at the door." I didn't give her enough time to protest before ending the call.

"Surprise!" Ryan exclaimed, startling not just me but also with his exaggerated and peculiar attire. Ryan was the son of the principal and my best friend at college.

"Why are you dressed like... uh... an artist?" I chuckled, asking.

"You don't get it, this is the hottest hip-hop trend right now. I specifically came to get you to go to the bar with me," Ryan said in a tone that brooked no opposition.

"Ryan," I started, but he cut me off.

"There will be plenty of girls, and you'll get laid with them," he continued.

"Sounds great, but—" I began, only to be interrupted again.

"Orion, you've been too lonely lately," Ryan said, then paused. "Alright, Your dear mother just called my dad."

"Alright, alright, I surrender. I'll go with you to the bar," I raised my hands in surrender.

"Such a good boy," Ryan walked into the living room.

Well, it looks like I have to go out today.

An hour later, Ryan and I arrived at the bar near the apartment. When we arrived, the swimming team and some girls I didn't know were already playing dice, cards, and drinking at the bar. I've been trying hard to stay awake tonight, but as usual, my friends have other plans.

Ryan was completely drunk, with a girl's tongue in his throat, his hand squeezing her buttocks, and my attention was drawn to the girls who had just come into the bar, and my Harr suddenly got excited.

"Grab her," he said. "I want that. I have to have her."

"What's so special about her?" I answered in my heart.

"I don't know," Harr said. "But her smell... I want more."

I've never been a big fan of human girls, I've only had sex with them to crave more sex, but she was truly different, her distinctive smell of chocolate and cranberries assaulted me, that smell was fatally attractive to me.

She was soaked through by the rain, her makeup a smeared mess on her face. Her once-white tank top was stained with mysterious marks, leaving it dirty. She sat at the bar, ordering a whiskey—a strong drink indeed.

A werewolf's hearing is far superior to that of humans. Even from a distance, I could hear her clearly, angrily cursing her cheating boyfriend and her best friend, then whimpering softly in distress. I smiled at her adorable outburst, watching her like an abandoned, feisty little kitten.

And I was staring at her like a pervert. Maybe it was the heat of my sight that made her look up towards me, she was already slightly drunk and my cock was straining in my jeans. I can't remember the last time my body reacted to someone like this.

Since she had already noticed, there was no need for me to continue shrinking back in fear. I knew no one could resist Orion Posen's charm, whether as a swimmer or a werewolf, with both my physique and appearance giving me a distinct advantage.

I excelled in playing the role in front of human girls, and a lost little kitten always lacked enough vigilance against a hunter's traps. So, smoothly, I gave her my address.

I was a neat person, but beware... my mind was not.

Soon this night she was in my bed. She had a thin waist, round ass, long legs and firm breasts, perfect for my hands. Most importantly she was a virgin and I would be the first man to taste her deliciousness tonight.

So this is what it feels like to have a partner, from the moment I penetrate her my soul is complete and I watch my girl go crazy screaming for my cock as I repeatedly thrust inside her, I'm close to losing my mind.

It was a big deal.

I wanted more sex.

It had never happened to me before, and I had to have her, to have her covered in my flavor.

We did it four times in one night and I remember waking her up in the middle of the night and letting her ride my face. She tasted fantastic.

But the next day when I woke up, I had the desire to do it again with the same girl for the first time, but she suddenly started getting angry.

She rejected me, got dressed in my clothes and stormed out of my apartment angrily.

I don't even know why she was angry. Shouldn't every girl be happy that she got to spend a night with Orion Posen?

Zoe left but I lost sleep, my mind filled with her trembling underneath me.

I could hear the commotion downstairs at noon. Pretending to climb from the first floor to her floor, I resolved her difficulty. I could tell she was grateful. I intentionally answered the man's question just to let him know I was going back for the competition.

She came to watch my match, and I noticed her attention. After receiving my award, I made an excuse to join my teammates for a meal. Seeing her upset, I felt a bit odd. To bring her closer to me, I agreed to go with her to buy medicine.

But when I returned, she had already left. I felt an unprecedented anger—I had been played by a mere mortal. I wanted to grab her, interrogate her, maybe even use torture.

But thoughts of torture made me regret. I shouldn't violently treat an unsuspecting girl like that. Fortunately, she later explained herself.

By the time I met her it was already the campus's special celebration dinner, she was dressed to the nines, the dress seemed to have been made for her, her body was shapely and I could even imagine her writhing on the bed in excitement.

What turned me on even more was the fact that she was wearing the shirt she had taken from my room, it still had my lingering scent on it, only she couldn't smell it.

But quite a few of the others were watching me, trying to talk to me, trying to learn some tricks or extract some information from me, though it wasn't possible because they weren't werewolves and couldn't possibly keep up with my heights with their human physical abilities.

This interrupted me from going to Zoe and I had to deal with it before I went back to her, I saw Daria bumping juice on her shirt and I wanted to go over and stop it but their conversation ended so quickly that I had no reason to get close.

Harr were also starting to get constantly restless and I realized that I should do something about it, the boring conversation of the people around me didn't interest me at all.

Instead of choosing to flash closer so as not to seem too deliberate, I walked over to her on foot, thinking that my concern would bring her closer to me, but I didn't expect her to get angry and even tell me that she wasn't interested in me.

I swear, I've never been so taken with a human girl, the smell of her was too tempting for my wolf.

I wanted to mark her and make her mine, not wanting anyone to take it away or touch it.

I think about it every night, and if only I could do it again with Zoe I'd understand where all these feelings come from.

What if she was the only Mate Luna had paired me with? A normal human girl? I can't accept a normal girl as my Luna. If I did it again, all these things that plagued me could disappear completely.

But as it turns out, Zoe is not like the other human girls, she has no intention of flattering me at all, is wary of me, and acts like playing hard to get.

But to be the alpha wolf, you have to be patient when hunting, and I would find a way to get her back into my bed just like the first time.