Me and My Boys... Are Werewolves

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Wait no more, here's Chapter Four

Seb's POV

Cheerleading tryouts?! Old Lillah wouldn't be caught dead in a cheer uniform, but new Lillah is going to be a cheerleader? Some perverted part of my mind, my wolf to be precise, was excitedly fantasizing about seeing my mate in that skimpy outfit. Her toned stomach flexing slightly as she cheered, the short top displaying her enticing navel piercing perfectly. Those long, sun-kissed legs-Mind out of the gutter, Seb, I scolded myself. I need to stop thinking about my mate's tempting body.

 Lillah left a few minutes before to change into workout clothes that she could move around easier in for the tryout. Knowing my unbalanced hormones when it comes to her, whatever she puts on will make her even more gorgeous to me. Not for the first time since Lillah told me that she was going out for the squad, was I thanking all that was holy that the cheerleaders practiced on the side of the football field. That way I could watch my baby girl. Ah, sh*t, I feel like a stalker. Today had been torture barely being able to talk to Lillah. She was in almost all of my classes which made my wolf and I very happy, but everyone else had been vying for her attention. I know she hasn't fully come to terms with the fact that I am her mate. But I can tell she is trying, which is all I could really hope for since I treated her so badly when we were younger. So, I won't pressure her to decide right away. Too much, anyways. I really want to kiss her though. Dang it, Seb. Stop thinking about her, you're going to be late for practice. I yelled at myself internally.

By the time I got out to the football field, my team was crowded together at the sidelines and I knew exactly who had their attention. My mate.

"Mate. Ours. Show them who she belongs to." My wolf commanded. Stupid overly possessive wolf. I shook my head.

My beautiful Lillah and that slut, Jasmine were arguing. "You can't tryout, whore. You would just embarrass yourself trying to compete with my level of skills." My wolf growled that someone was insulting our mate and I wasn't defending her. But I knew Lillah wouldn't appreciate my interfering yet.

"I'm sure every guy in this school knows about your so called 'skills'. Let's see who's captain when I'm through." I noticed that Lillah's eyes had become alight with the dark violet flecks that have always appeared when she was furious. Seeing this, I had just decided it was time to cut in, but luckily the cheer coach beat me to it.

"Alright ladies, calm down. Jasmine, you can't control who tries out for the squad. And Ms. Marx, if you're challenging Jasmine for the captain position then we'll have to have a good old fashioned cheer off." The coach gave the impression that she was skeptical of Lillah's abilities, but Lillah didn't seem to let that faze her.

"Okay, we'll need some music." She then turned to Jasmine, "Do you want to begin or shall I?"

Jasmine obviously decided to go first. Her routine was predictably slutty, but I had to admit that she wasn't half bad at cheerleading. After she finished, Lillah began. I think we were all reasonably astonished. She was amazing. Her routine was sexy but at the same time, still tasteful. She flipped and stretched and danced. I knew that Lillah could dance well when we were kids but I didn't know the extent of it. Now she was a super talented dancer and gymnast. When she was finished it was apparent that Lillah had won. I was prouder than a parent whose kid had just been elected into the White House.

"Everyone, meet your new cheer captain. Lillah Marx!" The coach announced. I pushed my way to her and picked her up, spinning a laughing Lillah around in the air.