And fuck the hell outta me be did.
༺༺♡♡༻༻ My head was aching - so badly like I was being hit over and over with an invisible hammer. I groaned loudly, slowly opening my eyes and tried to turn, but stopped when I felt an arm - a strong one holding me down. The eff? I turned immediately to the side, forgetting the pain on my body and almost screamed when I saw that I was in bed - NAKED - with a stranger. A very hot one at that. But that's not the point! I'm in bed naked with a fucking stranger! What on earth have I done? And where did fuck is Keisha? I looked around, groaning again when I saw that we were in a hotel. The last thing I remembered was going into a club with Keisha - and drinking - oh drinking so much hoping to push the pain away. How did I go from wanting a few bottles of beer to climbing in a hotel bed with this stranger? Dear mother of Jesus — What exactly happened and why the fuck can't I remember anything? But as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to recall the events of the night before - vague images, memories started replaying in my head. Although they were just blurry, most of them, I still remembered some parts. Like Rex coming in with his girlfriend and insulting me. Then, this beautiful stranger came in and shooed them away. And the worst of them all was me practically begging the guy to fuck me. I groaned again. What was his name again? I think it's something that starts with an S. Stephen? Sean? That's not important. I need, to get the fuck out of here! I slowly took the guy's arm away, thankful that he was at least a deep sleeper. When I succeeded, I got off the bed, made quick work of getting dressed and with a final glance at the stranger, left the hotel room, while trying as much as possible to not pay much attention to the fact that I was feeling like hell and probably looked like one too. Immediately I got into the cab . I took out my phone and texted Keisha. “Where the fuck are you?” It took her just about seconds to respond. “At home.” “At home? At home! What have you gotten me into? You left me all alone with a stranger!” “We both know that you needed that - something fun to get your mind off that bastard and you got it even without my help, you whore.” I rolled my eyes but said nothing in response. In the space of twenty four hours, my fiancé had broken up with me, and I had sex with a stranger. And if the soreness I was feeling was any indication, it was a very hot sex. I might not remember a hundred percent but I still recalled some segments of it, the delicious part. How he had devoured me like a starving beast, fucking me like he couldn't have enough. Something I've not had for a long time. Being so possessed. I sighed dreamily and leaned back, closing my eyes. Few minutes later, the cab got me home and I went straight into the room for a warm shower then proceeded to the kitchen for a cup of coffee - and aspirin. “Fuck!” I jumped - literally at the deep glow that echoed through my mind. I looked around but the room was very empty. So where did that - “Fucking ran away from me, did you?” The voice came again sounding a little pissed off, “that's fine. I'll find you because you can't hide from me.” I shivered. What was going on? I looked around again, but I realised that the voice, the words were in my head. I was hearing voices in my head. Holy shit - “Remember how you were begging me last night to fuck you harder? I'll make you beg like that again - but I won't give you that satisfaction as a punishment for Daring to escape me.” A moan left my lips before I could stop it, then my heart beat accelerated. What the fuck is happening? “You can't escape me! You are mine! You are fucking mine!!” I shivered again this time and dropped the empty cup of coffee in the sink then Raj upstairs to lock myself up in my room. I'm hearing voices in my head. Well a voice, but why was I hearing a voice in my head? Dear God, have I gone crazy? I'm definitely running mad, because what is happening? Everything that happened had successfully made me mad, driven me crazy. I'm mad. I shook my head, and decided to get ready for work. I'm definitely not going to deal with this - whatever it is. Maybe I'll go see if I can get a therapist later today. I'm no stranger to grief and I know how badly it can affect a human. It took me about an hour to fully get ready, and when I got to the college, part of the class was already filled up with students waiting to be taught. “Good morning miss Elara,” they all echoed and I smiled. It was always a pleasure teaching fresh men. That's until they get to higher levels and decide to be possessed by college madness. Speaking of madness — Not now, Elara. I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.” Oh fucking no! I gasped, because that cannot be possible. He sat down without waiting for a response. I couldn't even say a word because I was too dumbfounded to talk. My one night stand was sitting in my class. Holy hell, my one night stand is my student. I fucked my student.The next morning dawned with a heavy sense of dread weighing on me. As I lay in bed, the sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden patterns across my room. I should have felt comforted, but instead, I felt like I was on the edge of a precipice, teetering and waiting for the inevitable plunge. I forced myself to sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. The wooden floor was cold against my bare feet, and I shivered slightly. I had avoided checking my phone all morning, fearing a text from Stefan or, worse, Rex. But as I took a deep breath and steeled myself, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand.No new messages. A mix of relief and disappointment washed over me. It was strange how much I had come to rely on the presence of Stefan in my life, even though he stirred up so much uncertainty. I shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I stared at my reflection, taking in the dark circles under my eyes and the way my hair stuck out in all dire
The lights of the city twinkled like stars as Keisha drove through the familiar streets, but the beauty of it all felt distant, as if I were watching a movie from behind a glass screen. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a chaotic jumble of emotions that I couldn’t seem to sort out. “Are you okay?” Keisha asked, glancing over at me as we waited at a stoplight. Her concern was palpable, and I appreciated it, but it only added to the weight on my chest.“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, though my voice lacked conviction. The words felt heavy on my tongue, weighed down by the truth I was trying to deny. I wasn’t fine. I was a mess, caught between the reality of my life and the bizarre new world Stefan had introduced me to.“What’s going on in that head of yours?” she probed, her eyes steady on the road but her attention completely focused on me. “You’ve been quiet ever since we left your place.”I sighed, leaning my head back against the seat. “I don’t know, Keisha. I feel… I don’t know. C
The air outside felt thick, like a brewing storm ready to unleash itself, but I couldn’t focus on the weather. My mind raced with everything that had happened recently. The revelations, the strange connection with Stefan, and now the humiliation Rex had put me through—it was all too much. I could feel a heavy weight settling in my chest as I made my way to my car, my thoughts swirling like a hurricane.I tried to push it all down. Tried to tell myself that it wasn’t a big deal. But the truth was, things were changing, and I had no control over any of it.As I started the car, the engine’s low rumble did little to soothe my nerves. The memory of Stefan’s promise back in that dark closet echoed in my head. He’d said he would deal with Rex, that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. But I didn’t want him fighting my battles. I could handle Rex on my own. I *had* to.Yet, there was something about Stefan’s protective nature that unsettled me. It wasn’t just his promises; it was the way he look
I shouldn’t have come to campus today. That was the thought swirling through my mind as I walked across the courtyard, my heart pounding in my chest. After everything that had happened—the shocking revelations, Stefan’s insane claim that he was a werewolf, and the terrifying fact that I believed him—I needed time to process. But instead, I was here, trying to pretend that everything was normal. But it wasn’t. Nothing felt normal anymore.The whispers followed me through the hallways. They had since Rex and his girlfriend, that snake Clarissa, had humiliated me in front of the entire faculty the other day. My feet dragged as I moved toward the faculty lounge, not because I was physically tired, but because I dreaded what would come next. Stefan had kept his distance since his dramatic reveal, something I was grateful for but also… unsettled by. Part of me wanted him to barge into my life again and force me to confront this madness. The other part of me wanted to run as far away as
The air was still, thick with tension as I sat in my living room, staring blankly at the walls. My mind had been spinning ever since Stefan’s ultimatum. It was as if the universe had tilted, and I was left clinging to the remnants of my old life, trying to make sense of it all. *Werewolves? Mates? Danger?*It was impossible. Completely absurd. I should’ve laughed in his face, but every time I tried to, something tugged at the back of my mind—his eyes. The way he looked at me, the raw emotion in his voice, it didn’t feel like a lie. But how could it be true? How could *any* of it be true?I groaned, rubbing my temples in frustration. Keisha had already called twice, sensing something was wrong, but I didn’t have the energy to explain. Not yet. Not until I could figure out what the hell was happening.The soft buzzing of my phone on the table pulled me out of my thoughts. For a second, I hesitated, hoping it wasn’t Stefan again. I didn’t think I could handle another intense conversation
The early morning light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows over the clearing as I paced back and forth, my mind racing. I had never been one for patience, especially when it came to matters this important, but I knew that pushing Elara too far, too fast, would only make things worse. And yet, time was running out.She had no idea the kind of danger she was in—none at all. The longer she stayed unaware, the more vulnerable she became. But every time I tried to explain, she shut me out. The fear in her eyes when I mentioned what we were, what *I* was, was like a knife to the gut. She thought I was just messing with her, playing some cruel game.I stopped pacing and raked a hand through my hair, letting out a low growl of frustration. She didn’t understand, and I couldn’t exactly blame her. How could a human begin to comprehend the weight of the bond that tied us together, or the threats lurking just beyond the veil of her reality?But she *had* to understand. She had to kn