The Pack's Alpha (by Cooper) novel Chapter 3

Yorick

I’d smelled her exotic scent. Or more accurately, Thad had smelled her and nearly threw me to the floor trying to get out of our room to find her. She has a rich, earthy scent with hints of leather and smoke that should smell masculine, but on her, it smells exotic, almost like amber or musk.

When I finally see her, she looks just as exotic as she smells. She has long auburn-colored hair and blue-grey eyes. And under her enticing, exotic scent, is the scent of Alpha. She’s perfect.

Thad hadn’t given me a moment to even say hi before he had her pressed against the wall, kissing her and demanding that she give him what he wanted. Her.

I’ll admit, I got lost in the kiss. Her scent, her taste, the feel of her arms sliding around my body all made it impossible for me to pull away. Until she pushed me away.

I stepped back, panting as people moved around us, giving us looks like we're acting crazy on the first day, and it doesn’t bode well for us.

“I’m sorry. I lost control of Thad. I didn’t even introduce myself,’ I say to her.

“It’s fine. That’s fine,” she says, pulling her bags over her shoulder and moving to step around me.

“I’ll help you,” I say, grabbing the bags off one of her shoulders.

“That’s not necessary,” she says, trying to tug her bags back.

I growl softly at her. “And yet, I will carry them for you. I’m Yorick, by the way.”

“Alas, poor Yorick. Are you a man of infinite jest?” she asks me, loosely quoting Shakespeare.

“You know your literature,” I say, smiling. I love an intelligent woman. My family is filled with them. “I believe you’ll find me to be a fellow of most excellent fancy,” I say, continuing the quote. “And what is your name, mate?”

“Cyra,” she says simply.

“Cyra. What an unusual, beautiful name,” I say. “It means noblewoman, right?” I ask her.

“I prefer the easier translation of throne. I don’t sit on it, I AM the throne,” she says, making me smile.

“And what does a throne hope to achieve here in the Warrior Academy,” I ask.

She stops at a door and turns to face me. “To become the best, the highest-ranking warrior in the werewolf community.”

“That’s a very aggressive statement considering how elite this school is,” I say.

She shrugs, reaching out to take her bags from me.

“And yet, that is my goal. It was nice to meet you Yorick. I’m sure I’ll see you around. Hopefully you won’t end up six feet under as your namesake implies,” she says, opening her door and stepping in.

Before she can close the door in my face, I put my foot in the doorway.

“Are you really just going to walk away from me?” I ask her, feeling hurt that she’s not as excited by our mate bond as I am.

She sighs, as if I’m asking a lot of her to give me her time.

“No, you’re right. We should get this over with now. Do come in,” she says, opening the door.

Get this over with? If she thinks I’m going to rush our marking and mating, she is sorely mistaken.

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