Wrapped in my Enemy's Arms

Ayla's POV

"Do not cause a scene, Ayla. Keep your temper down – it's an important day," Coach says.

My jaw tightens, and I can almost feel my claws emerging. Why am I always the one to keep my temper when others keep asking for trouble?

I roll my eyes and respond before she leaves "Yes-Coach."

My wolf purred when I saw Sebastian walking towards me. He had that smile he always does when he notices my arousal scent. I would have finished only if Coach didn't walk in and almost catch me in the middle of pleasing myself.

"Do you need some help, baby?" he whispers after tapping my ass.

The Red Crescent Moon Pack are currently looking for warriors to join their pack-and I, Ayla, the best warrior student in Nightwhisper Academy, am about to have a quickie.

"Sebastian... hmm," I moaned as he slips his large palm into my spandex tights, gently massaging my clit.

"After the picking..." I mutter in between moans.

"Let me just make you come, Ayla. Then we can go for the picking ceremony after, alright?"

Sebastian ends his statement by thrusting his fingers deep inside me.

"Fuck... yes, I'm almost there. Oh goddess, help me."

My hips jerk up to straddle his hand more as I feel my climax climbing. My wolf stirred in me roughly-it was strange. Since it wasn't the first time with Sebastian, then why is she acting this way?

"Fuck, Ayla-" Sebastian muttered as he stops.

One millisecond more and I would have climaxed, but he just had to spoil the fun. I exhaled hard before speaking.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Your eyes, Ayla... they're s-silver," he stammered.

I've never seen Sebastian look this way before-it was new.

"What do you mean they're silver?" I get up from him and check the dressing mirror.

"They're perfectly fine and... black," I shrug.

"I-I need to go," he whispers and storms out.

Why did he seem so scared, like he had seen a ghost? What a funny guy.

I adjust my tights and step out of the dressing room. That was when it hit me-the heavy scent of a male that made my wolf stir madly. My wolf prowled; she was uneasy and filled with desire at the same time. It was a new scent, something I couldn't recognize. Whoever it was is either a new student or a guest.

Calm down, girl. You're not in heat, so keep it down, please, I communicate with my wolf.

The dome was filled with many students, teachers, and guests. I try using my sharp senses to locate Seb, but I can't find him. He's not inside the hall. The hall hummed with wolf energy as I made my way down.

I glance at the names on the large television screen in the middle of the hall. It ranked 1–20, the best fighters in the academy. My eyes gleam and my chest rises when I see my name at the top of