There's nothing weirder than walking into a room filled with male werewolves, taking a shit, or peeing, and I felt my body shut down just by thinking about it.
Even though I haven't transformed into my wolf yet, my werewolf gene is quite active, and I had some the abilities like quick healing power and the sense of smell.
But fate decided to screw me up and also make my human gene dominant which means that I was a weak being with no powers of speed, strength, and most of the cool stuff that comes with being a werewolf.
Drawing a deep breath, I realized that whoever I was in the room with, didn't have a scent, and it kind of freaked me out because only alphas could hide their scent.
A couple of minutes went by in silence. Then chills ran down my spine as a cold voice echoed into my ears, "Did you understand what I said, or are you deaf!"
The arrogance in his tone made me lose it, and I lashed out without thinking, "I heard you the first time. There's no need to be rude, you know!"
It suddenly became quiet, and I started to panic a bit so I raised my head only to lock gaze with a pair of cold eyes.
In that instant, I was thrown off because he was handsome with his black, silky hair tied up in a bun, multiple piercings on his right ear, tattoo on his neck, and scythe-shaped eyebrows.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't deny the fact that his roman nose, half-dome cheekbones, sitting above an oaken jaw, and his burly physique made him the most gorgeous man that I have seen in my lifetime.
The first thought that crossed my disturbed mind was if he was a new student because I have never seen him on this campus before.
Sure, I am the kind of person who doesn't have any friends and is someone who spends most of her days hiding from bullies since I am a magnet who attracts them everywhere I go.
But I would know if a student like him exists on our campus since the omegas in this school are thirsty and horny for guys like him, especially if he's an alpha.
"That's some mouth you have there." He coldly uttered.
Immediately, my face grew pale, and I took a step backward, pressing my back against the door as I stared at those cold red irises of his.
If a werewolf becomes an Alpha, he or she will then have red eyes, and now that his eyes have shifted, I did not doubt whose presence I was in which made my fear deepen into dread.
"I'm sorry for walking in here!" I mumbled, knowing not to push my luck with an alpha. "I will leave now."
My only desire at this point was to get the hell out of there because I already had one intense interaction with an alpha, I needed not another with one more.
"No, stay." He said with his eyes still piercing into my soul.
After years of being ill-treated by the pack and my family, I have become thick-skinned to brutality and a bit too bold for my good.
But when he told me to stay, I wanted to vanish and get out of there because if I get into trouble with him and my complaint is filed in the office and my dad gets called, I can consider myself a 'walking dead,' literally and not in the sense of zombies.
"Please, I didn't mean to walk in here. It was a mistake, and I'm going to leave, like now!" I mumbled, swallowing my pride and giving in to the feeling of humbleness.
"I said, 'stay!" He said coldly but in a calm tone.
His deep voice made me more anxious to leave, and yet I didn't dare to look away from his face or move, even though I wanted to, desperately.
Having nothing but awful thoughts torturing my mind, I watched him approach me.
When he reached me, I squeezed my eyes shut and thought, 'It's only been a few minutes, and I'm already into a mess! My life fucking sucks!'
Here! Wear this." I suddenly heard him saying, and slowly, I opened my eyes, feeling hesitant to do so.
Then I looked at the blazer in his hand and felt dumbfounded because he was handing it over to me.
what the heck was going on? How did we move from him looking so aloof to him handing me his coat? Nothing was making sense to me at that moment.
But Not wanting to offend him, I reached for it and mumbled, "Thank you."
Without replying, he waved his hand to the left and kept his cold eyes fixed on me as his face hardened into a frown.
"What?" I whispered, hoping so desperately that I wouldn't offend him.
Narrowing his eyes at me, he coldly uttered, "You are in my way!"
At that instant, I couldn't decide if he was a jerk or just was having a bad morning like myself. Either way, I chose not to say anything offensive even though I was annoyed.
"Oh, sorry," I hastily said, stepping away from the doorway and walking past him.
Then I watched as he walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind him before staring down at the blazer in my hand.
The fabric looked expensive, and I glared at it for a moment, judging if he was another rotten wolf from a wealthy background.
"Why would he give it to me?" I mumbled, pouting slightly.
The feeling of excitement wasn't something that I knew. Yet, as I continued staring at the blazer, his face suddenly crossed my mind, and my lips uncontrollably curved upward into a grin.
What the heck! I have never felt lovey-dovey over anyone, and the instant I realized what was happening inside of me, I snapped out of my feelings and walked over to the sink.
When I looked into the mirror and my gaze rested on the reflection of the bloodstain on my sweater, I smiled as I mumbled, "Maybe the world isn't full of crappy people after all."
For a couple of minutes, I continued to gaze at the reflection of my face in the mirror and the stains of blood on my skin.
It was annoying to see even though this was not the first time and not a worst-case scenario as the others have been.
After pulling the hoodie off my head, I turned the faucet on, and then ran my tender fingers through my hair, pushing it back away from my face before slipping a rubber band off my slender wrist and wrapping my hair in a high ponytail with it.
Fairly enough, unlike my half-sister "Luna," I looked nothing like my father with my dainty nose, black eyes, straight hair, and heart-shaped lips. But I did have his fair complexion.
After washing my face for a while, I turned off the faucet and patted my skin dry with a paper towel before gazing at my image in the mirror.
"The bruises are gone," I mumbled, feeling a bit relieved.
Yet, a part of me still hoped that the deep cut on my lip and the red and swollen bruise on my face would have lasted a bit longer to scare off bullies at least so that I can get through school today easily.
After standing still for a couple of seconds just staring at my reflection and realizing how pathetic I am, I lost control of my emotions and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing so terribly that snot was coming out of my nostrils, and I had to sniff them back constantly.
It was an ugly scene and I looked like a mess. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop like I wanted to do.
It took a while, but I finally got control back, suppressed my emotions, and dried my face with a couple of paper towels. Then I took off my sweater and wore the blazer before leaving the bathroom.
It shocked me to see the guy whose blazer I was wearing, standing in the hallway almost like he was waiting for me.
I believed that he was for a moment. But when our eyes locked, he suddenly walked off, leaving me gazing after him in confusion.
'Did he hear me crying my eyes out in the bathroom?' I nervously thought, still staring at him.
It felt humiliating to have such a thought in my head when I suddenly recalled that he was an alpha. But what was even more embarrassing was knowing that he heard me cry because I was an ugly crier.
With my eyes fixed on his broad back, I began walking after him, leaving a distance between us since I didn't want him to think of me as some freak who was stalking him.
But even though I felt a bit uneasy that he and I were heading in the same direction, I couldn't turn around because that was the hallway that led to my class.
The thought of us being in the same room felt a bit eerie and exciting at the same time for some unknown reason.
After following him for a while, I suddenly stopped, and my face grew pale as I dug my nails into my palm while watching him enter my class.
'There's no way he's a student here and we have a class together!' I thought, staring blankly at the door shutting close after him.
It took quite a while for me to get over the nervousness that I felt, and when I finally overcame it, I approached the door and walked into the classroom.
With my focus solely on the tiles, I made my way to a desk in the back row. Then I sat down, keeping my head bent.
After a brief silence in the room, I finally heard, "Hello, everyone. I'm Nero Fang, and I'm your new instructor."
Nothing felt surreal like this moment as I gazed at him and screamed in my head, 'He's my teacher?!'
For several minutes I tried to not stare at Nero. But of course, I ended up doing that a couple of times and felt annoyed that I was doing so. But every time his voice echoed into my ears, I felt a strong sensation, almost like I was drawn to him. No! It was like a part of me was drawn to professor Fang, and I couldn't put it in words, but something about him just kept me nervous and yet aroused. It was the weirdest feeling and yet, I was drowning in it each time our gaze met or I heard his voice. My eyes kept dragging back towards his lips each time I pulled them away from him, and when Nero locked eyes with me, I swallowed hard even though it wasn't quenching the thirst that I felt.
********************Nero POV*************** After stepping on the brake pedal, I pushed the driver's door open and rushed out of the car. Then I headed over to the back door, opened it, and then reached into the backseat for Blake. When my hand touched her skin, my eyes widened with panic glowing in them because she was burning up. Once I had lifted Blake from the car seat, I tightened my grip on her arms and legs before racing with her into my house. A few minutes later, I got into my room with Blake and carried her to the bed, resting her on the mattress. Her clothes were messy with bloodstains, and I noticed that she was in a lot of pain from the look of distress on her face. But there was nothing that I could do for her since she begged me when I was carrying her out of the class not to take her home or to the hospital. So here I was with a student of mine in my bedroom, on my mistress, and taking such a bold risk for someone who I shouldn't be messing with at such a critica
Resting her palms flat against my chest, Blake looked at me and mumbled, "Mr. Fang, why ain't you doing anything, and just looking at me. Don't you want to touch me too?" "Hey," I uttered, frowning at her. "What do you think you are doing now!" "Huh," "Trying to dare me, uh?" Noticing the look of confusion in her ignorant eyes, I drew upward towards her face and said, "I have never felt this way before, especially to a woman because it shouldn't be possible. What did you do to me?" "What? Huh?" Nothing happened for a moment as I lay still, staring at her while she pouted at me.
*****************Luna POV****************** This mansion has never been so irksome and loud as it is tonight, and it is all because of my bastard sister. Since she decided to run away from school, my father has been acting up and having everyone's heart up in their ass. From the day I could remember, I never liked her. But now, I despise her even more and I don't care if she never returns home. That way, she would be doing all of us a favor. I mean, what's the use of having a useless sister who can't even transform like everyone else, even though her faults do me more good than harm. It grew silent for a moment. Then my father robust tone suddenly
*****************Blake POV****************** When the light of dawn shone on my face, I kept staring at the window, annoyed that it was morning already and I haven't fallen asleep like I wanted to do. Suddenly the echo of a soft knock drew my attention towards the doorway. “Come in,” I mumbled, focusing back on the window. A few seconds later, Nero walked into the room, gazed at me, and said, “Come downstairs to eat. I made breakfast.” After waiting for a few seconds, I threw the bedspread off me and got out of bed. Then I stopped in front
After walking over to the back of the class, I put threw my bag on the desk, sat down, and relaxed in the seat. Suddenly a frown surfaced on my face as I stared at Nero walking into the classroom. At that moment, my gaze rested on Karen as she sat in the seat beside me, and anger spiked inside of me while I clutched my fist. Suddenly, Karen turned around, gazed at me, and cheerfully said, "Good morning, Blake." “Have you lost your sense of shame, talking to me after what you did?” I harshly uttered, glaring at her. A pitiful look settled on Karen's face as she pouted and said, "Someone is moody thi
As I stared at Blake, I could tell that she was holding in her breath and fighting back her tears while she gazed back at me. But I said nothing as I kept gazing at her wet eyes, bruised lip, and bloodstained nose. Even if I wanted to, I didn't know what to say to her at such a moment. So I dragged my gaze off her and coldly uttered, "Blake, I think you and your father have disrupted my class enough, so maybe you should take a seat, or get out!" Feeling her eyes on me, I turned around, and the moment our eyes locked, I paused for a moment and then said, "Did you hear m..." "I did," Blake mumbled beneath her breath with her ga
******************Luna Pov*********** Avoiding the sunlight, I rolled over in bed, and kicked the blanket off me, pissed over the fact that Alaska suddenly ruined breakfast this morning to inform my father that he got news about Blake. Immediately, dad abandoned his food and left the dining hall like that bitch was worth something to him. Since he left the villa with Alaska, we haven't gotten any news yet, and it felt a bit odd since a couple of hours had passed already and he should have been back with his bastard by now. A sudden loud knock on my room door forced me to open my eyes, and I swear whoever was at the door, woke up and chose not to live another day because a second later, I heard, "Bang! Bang!" Enraged, I sat up, resting my back against the headboard as I turned my head to stare at the door. "Who is it?" I shouted, feeling hesitant to leave the bed. "It's me, James. Milady, Our Luna requested your presence in
As I descended the stairs, the smell of fresh coffee greeted me. Jason was in the kitchen, pouring a cup for himself. He looked up as I entered, a warm smile on his face."Morning," he said, his voice gentle. "I made coffee.""Thank you," I replied, taking the cup he offered. The warmth of it seeped into my hands, a small comfort. "I appreciate it."We stood in companionable silence for a moment, sipping our coffee. The morning light filled the kitchen, creating a peaceful atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the frenzy inside me."Blake," Jason began, his voice hesitant. "I know I keep pushing this but you have been restless since yesterday... I can feel it without you telling me... every second, every time you block me out of your head, you can't stop me from feeling what your heart is going through. Are you sure you're okay? I mean, okay?"I met his gaze, the concern in his eyes evident. I wanted to reassure him, to tell him that everything was fine, but I couldn't bring myself
Blake's POVI woke to the pale light of dawn streaming through my curtains, casting a soft glow on my bedroom walls. I stretched, feeling the comfort of my warm bed cocooning me, reluctant to break free from its embrace. As I sat up, a sharp knock echoed through the quiet room, pulling me from my sleepy haze."Blake? Are you awake?" Jason's voice, laced with urgency, came from the other side of the door.I threw back the covers and reached for my robe, slipping it on hurriedly as I padded across the room. My heart pounded a little faster. Why was he here so early? I opened the door to find Jason standing there, his expression a mix of concern and frustration."Jason? What's wrong?" I asked, tightening the belt of my robe.He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a sign that he'd been restless. "Blake, you've been blocking your mindlink from me. I can't hear your thoughts, and it's driving me insane. I can tell something's troubling you."I hesitated, looking away. "I don't know what
Nero's PovThe terminal's buzz of activity faded as we stepped out into the brisk evening air. My business partners, Victor and Raymond, chatted animatedly beside me, discussing the upcoming meeting at the resort. I nodded along, only half-listening. My mind was elsewhere, stuck on the strange encounter with the boy named Nicholas.We piled into a sleek black SUV waiting at the curb, and I slid into the back seat, the leather cool against my skin. Victor took the front passenger seat, continuing his conversation with Raymond, who was driving. They were both seasoned businessmen, used to these trips and the high-stakes negotiations that accompanied them. I should have been focused, mentally preparing for the discussions ahead, but I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that had struck me when Nicholas had looked up at me with those wide eyes.As we drove towards the resort, the cityscape gave way to more serene surroundings. I stared out the window, trying to piece together why
Blake's POVI stepped off the plane, the cool air of the terminal a welcome contrast to the stifling cabin. Nicholas's small hand gripped mine tightly, his eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. We maneuvered through the crowd, making our way to the immigration counters.The lady behind the counter looked up as we approached, her eyes scanning my passport. “Bella Greene?” she called, her voice smooth and practiced. “Yes,” I replied, my heart racing slightly. The name had become second nature, a part of the disguise I had maintained for years.The woman smiled warmly and then glanced down at Nicholas. “And who is this handsome little fellow?”“This is my son, Nicholas,” I said, returning her smile.She leaned forward slightly, her gaze softening. “How old are you, young man?”Nicholas beamed up at her, his pride unmistakable. “I’m eight.”The lady chuckled, handing back our documents. “Well, you have a very charming boy, Bella. Enjoy your stay.”“Thank you,” I said, taking the passp
Every fiber of my being screamed in agony as I reached out through the mindlink, desperately trying to connect with Blake. But she wasn't there. The connection was broken, severed by some unseen force, leaving me stranded in a sea of darkness, alone."Blake?" I whispered, my voice trembling with fear and desperation. But there was no response, only the echoing silence of my own mind.My wolf paced restlessly within me, its primal instincts urging me to break free from the chains that bound me, to unleash its fury upon the world. I fought against it, struggling to maintain control, but the bonds that held me were slipping, fraying with each passing moment."Nero, snap out of it!" Scarlet's voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, her words laced with urgency and concern. "You'll get yourself killed!"But I couldn't heed her warning. All I could think about was Blake. I had to find her, no matter the cost."I have to get to her," I muttered, my voice hoarse with emotion. "I have to fi
Blake POVMy body felt cold as I stood naked in front of Jason, opening the mind link between Nero and me. I felt his pain, and it was time for him to feel mine.Jason's jaws clutched, and I could see that he was fighting to restrain himself, but his wolf had always wanted me. Now that I was standing vulnerably before him, bare, his eyes darkened, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and conflict. I could sense the tension radiating off him as he struggled to maintain control over his instincts. With the mind link open, Nero's anguish surged through me, his voice echoing in my head, "Blake, the guard took Jason away. What are you going to do with him?""Can't you feel it in my body, Nero... I am breaking our bond." I hissed back, the pain was so intense... I could hardly breathe. I could feel his fear, his anxiety, his fear of coursing through my veins."Jason... You and Jason... Blade, kill me before you do this. Blake..." Nero groaned in my head. "Please, just end me now. Don'
Jason's POVI was startled awake by the sudden commotion, the clanging of metal against metal echoing through the dimly lit cell. The guards burst in, their faces hidden behind stern masks, their intentions unclear. My heart pounded in my chest as they approached, their eyes cold and unyielding."What's going on?" Scarlett's voice trembled beside me, her hand reaching out in confusion. "Where are you taking him? Where's Blake?"Nero's voice joined hers, his tone sharp with concern. "Answer us! Where are you taking Jason?"But the guards remained silent, their grip firm as they yanked me off the chains that bound me. I stumbled, my legs weak from hours of confinement. Fear gnawed at my insides as I was forced out of the dungeon, the darkness of the cell giving way to the flickering torchlight of the corridor."Please," I pleaded, my voice hoarse. "Tell me what's happening. Where are you taking me?"But my words fell on deaf ears as the guards dragged me further away from Scarlett and N
As my grandfather's question hung in the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt creeping into my mind. What proof did Scarlett have? Could I trust her account of that fateful night? After all, my entire worldview had been shattered once already today."I... I don't know, Grandpa," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "But something just feels off about all of this. I can't explain it, but I can't shake the feeling that there's more to the story than what we've been told."My grandfather nodded solemnly, his expression mirroring my uncertainty. "Trust your instincts, Blake. They will guide our family for generations after I am gone. So remember, as the next leader of our pack, you cannot afford to trust easily. There are those who would seek to deceive and manipulate you for their own gain."His words struck a chord within me. Was I truly ready to take on the responsibility of leading our pack, especially in the midst of such turmoil and uncertainty? Did I even want th
I stormed through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, my mind a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions. Each step I took echoed through the empty halls, a stark contrast to the chaos raging inside me. As I reached Loki's cell, I could hear the faint sound of chains rattling, and I scowled.Pushing open the heavy door, I was met with the sight of Loki, chained up in the corner of the room, bruises marring his once proud features. His eyes widened in fear and desperation as he caught sight of me, and he lunged forward, only to be yanked back by the chains that bound him."Blake, please, spare me," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. "I... I'm your father. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.""Okay," I said blankly. I didn't feel like hearing his pathetic apology. After everything that had been done to me over the years... what right did I have to pity him or offer even a tiny shred of care to anyone? Even to myself. And certainly not to him. Not after everything. Lok