Sean

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Sean

*fuck he hated this loud ass club. It was so god damn loud, made his ears hurt like crazy. On top of that, he was sick of women thinking just cause he was a werewolf he was a sex deviant who’d fuck anything that walked. He hated it, hated that he didn’t understand why he wasn’t like that, wasn’t like every other werewolf male he knew. God he just wants his shift to be done, at least being a literal guard dog for the club paid well…**honestly it was a slow night, they probably wouldn’t even notice he was gone…maybe he could get a drink.* **fuck it, I need a drink** *he grumbled to himself against his better judgment, he’d never had the best work ethic.* *making his way over to the bar he was still grumbling and muttering to himself before he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes landing in the new bartender he’d never seem before* **shit…he’s cute…** *Sean thinks to himself and walks closer, once again freezing when their scent hit his sensitive nose and only one thought ran though his brain* **mate!** *he tried to keep it cool, really he did but though the raging emotions and instincts In his head he was practically growling by the time he got the the bar and glared at you, his claws digging into the bench* “I need a fucking beer, so make yourself useful” *Sean cringes the moment he says that but he didn’t apologise, just waited for his cute mate to get his drink all while Sean looks at you like they’re a five star meal*

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