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Kiba

Inuzuka Kiba awoke to an extremely annoying sound. In his groggy, sleep-addled state, it took a second to realize that the sound was his alarm clock obnoxiously telling him it was time to get ready for school. He groaned in annoyance and quickly shut the damn thing off.

Kiba laid his head down for a second to gather his wits and make a checklist for his morning tasks. As he silently did this, he felt the body next to him stir. Kiba internally groaned. He thought he told her to leave after their late night rendezvous was over but he must have forgotten in his post-orgasm mind fog (after several rounds of intense sex, he tended to fall asleep quickly). It's not like this was his girlfriend or anything. Hell, he didn't even remember the girl's name. When Kiba was on the prowl, he was only after one thing and most people were aware of this, so it all worked out.

The mystery girl, he thought her name might be Jessica or Jennifer or something generic like that, rose from his bed and began to gather her clothes. She was lucky that he didn't rip them last night. Often, he would have to take the women he slept with home or to school in some of his clothes because of his urgency to get her clothes off.

While she was doing this she decided to strike up a conversation. "We should do this again sometime. You know, maybe it could be a regular thing? I'd really like that and um…" She spoke quietly, and her voice became more frail and unsure as her request continued.

Kiba sighed. 'Great. Another one who wants something that I don't feel like giving. Maybe I should start wearing a shirt that advertises a one-night stand policy when I pick up chicks.' After a few seconds he finally answered, "I don't think that will be happening." Kiba had found out long ago that it was better to be upfront and blunt about these things or they would drag on and on.

"Oh", was her only response.

Kiba could practically feel the disappointment and tension radiating in the room so he quickly changed the subject. "Come on, get something to eat and I'll take you to school."

While he was getting ready and taking the mystery female to school, Kiba was deep in thought. 'Damn. Driving a car sure is annoying. It's so much easier to shift and run through the forest.' Normally, he wouldn't drive to school. He would walk into the forest, shift, and then run to the school.

Kiba was a werewolf, an alpha werewolf at that. In the real world, werewolves looked like regular wolves but were much larger. Alpha wolves were usually about the size of a horse. Other wolves were, of course, smaller and weaker than the alpha wolves, though due to this there were many beta wolves that were faster than the alphas.

There was only one alpha per wolf pack and his word was law. Alpha wolves usually claimed a territory as their own and would submit all the lower ranking wolves in their newly claimed territory. This is how wolf packs are formed. If the territory of choice already had an alpha then the new alpha would challenge the existing alpha and the winner would become the new alpha and keep the territory. The losing alpha would then submit to this victor and become a beta of his pack. In this way, an alpha would become a beta wolf but it is almost impossible for a beta to become an alpha. There was just no hope for a beta in a battle of strength.

'I dreamed about Her again last night', Kiba thought. 'Damn, I wish I could just find her so I could see if she is real and prove that I'm not crazy.' Kiba had been having these strangely erotic dreams lately. He could never see a face or even a hair color. He only caught glimpses of her body with fair, smooth, soft skin. The erotic thing about the dream was the scent that the mystery woman gave off. Being a werewolf, scent was extremely important. No wolf wanted a mate whose scent was repulsive. Her scent was the most intoxicating scent he had ever smelled. It was so alluring that even though the visuals of his dream left something to be desired, he still woke up with a raging hard on that simply could not be exiled with a cold shower.

These dreams are what led to his days as a man-whore. Teenage werewolves went through puberty with even more hormones than a regular teen, so they usually were not strangers to sex. Sometimes the urges were just too powerful to fight and if one tried to fight then the outcome could be very dangerous, indeed. But Kiba took this to a whole new level. Several times a week, he would be forced to find some chick and fuck the shit out of her to keep from going bat-shit crazy with lust. Kiba was convinced that this mystery woman was his mate but this just raised more questions. He has never picked up on a scent even remotely close to Her's outside his dreams. Who is she? Where is she? What does she look like? What is her name? These and other questions usually raced through Kiba's mind whenever he thought about his dreams.

He was starting to find out that just fucking some random chick wasn't enough to satisfy his need for Her. Sometimes he would go through a few rounds of sex just to find himself hard and wanting again. He wondered what he would do when it wouldn't satisfy him at all. He shivered at the thought.

Finally arriving at the school, Kiba parked and they both exited the car. Kiba put on his leather jacket and left in search of his pack. The two departed without a word. One out of apathy and the other out of intimidation.

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