Cornering a Kinsley doesn't generally go well for the other person. And while honesty is good, Albert opened a new can of worms for himself and his friends.
I’ve managed to avoid all THREE of these men for two weeks. Albert has been unavoidable due to my class, not that I’ve let myself be in the same space as him beyond the required class time. I’d even gone to the registrar’s office to see if I could switch to a different class, citing that having the one-night class was causing an imbalance in my studies. They, of course, told me no, as the other classes were full. I’ve done my best to ignore him after classes. My current situation is proof that ignoring him only strengthened his resolve. When he got me alone, I’d been prepared for a fight. I was ready to stake him if it became necessary. His throwing my weapon aside wouldn’t stop me if I felt put in a life-or-death situation. I could retrieve my stake; if not, it wasn’t my only weapon. And the only reason he could disarm me was by using my title. I’ll admit it startled me. I feared how much Albert managed to learn about me in such a short time. I’d never forgive myself if I endanger
I knew Hana Kinsley, or Yashida as she’s called at Yale, would be a challenge. I wanted her to be, especially when seducing her became a bet between me and my friends Albert and Isak. The whole point was that we, primarily Albert and I, wanted a challenge this semester. Having women throw themselves at us gets boring, as difficult as that may be to imagine. However, two weeks of making up excuses to get near her and getting nowhere is longer than expected. When I say I’ve gotten nowhere, I mean it. Hana would spot me and pull a Houdini. If I didn’t know she was human, I’d swear she was a witch, given how she could disappear. And before you suggest it, I don’t think it’s any hunter trick she’s learned. I know enough about the hunters and their practices to realize they can’t simply disappear. Yet, somehow, Princess Hana managed to disappear into the crowd before I could get to her. If I dared to use my power in public and risked more trouble with the order, she wouldn’t have. But alas
“That’s enough of this.” Pamela declared as she barged into my room. “Of me studying?” I arched my eyebrow. I hid the guild app. I couldn’t let Pamela see it. Letting a human in on the secrets of the supernatural would get me in serious trouble. Breaking the statute of secrecy is a serious offense. “Studying. Riigght.” Pamela rolled her eyes. “You’ve been ‘studying’ and barely left this room for two weeks. There’s no way you have that much classwork. And don’t try to say you are trying to get ahead on assignments. That’s bull.” She wagged a finger at me. “Pamela, you just need to accept we have different habits. I’m a homebody, and you’re not.” I shrugged, hoping that would get her to leave. “Girl, nothing about what you’ve told me about yourself would indicate you are a homebody or introverted. You ran your social circle back home and had hot guys hand over fist at your disposal.” Pamela scoffed. “That was high school. This is college. I need to be focused.” I argued.
Hana has continued to elude me. She knows what and who we are, which, in a manner, explains her avoiding us like the plague. However, it’s a tad offensive that Hana was going to such extremes to do so. She ought to know we aren’t the bad guys. We aren’t like many of our species. We wouldn’t help the guild or be friends if we were like most of our species. So, she shouldn’t be avoiding us out of fear we’d hurt her. Logically, I know her avoiding us isn’t out of fear, at least not that fear. I believe that Princess Hana is afraid of how she feels. She’s scared of the feelings we individually stir in her. I shouldn’t be surprised that the daughter of the infamous Alpha Logan Kinsley would be so innocent. It’s an innocence I am eager to corrupt. I’m four hundred years old. I shouldn’t think that way about some eighteen-year-old human girl. Yet, I cannot focus on grading assignments here because she’s consumed my thoughts. I didn’t understand why. Maybe because she was so resistant? Yea
I’ll admit, beyond spotting Isak, Aidan, and Albert at the party, I was having fun. This first month at university has made me more tightly wound than normal. Is that how Uncle John feels every day? I don’t know how he handles it. Okay, I do, but I seriously don’t want to think about his and Aunt Sarael’s sex life. And that only covers how he’s dealt with the stress of being the serious Kinley in the six years since they met. It doesn’t explain how he handled it for the thirty-three years prior. As I danced with Pamela and Malcolm, who seemed to keep his distance, I let the music carry my worries away. It had been a while since I’d had fun, not since my farewell party back home. I missed my friends and the carefree fun we used to have. The laughter, the dancing, and the freedom were all reminiscent of the good times back home. However, the fun was abruptly interrupted when the music shifted from Calvin Harris and Sam Smith’s Desire to Taylor Swift’s Lover. This wasn’t the kind of s
I never considered myself the jealous sort. I have never had a reason to. Certainly not when it came to my two best friends. Or that’s what I reminded myself of when I watched Aidan get to dance with Hana. Seeing his hands on her had me seething, which is totally out of the norm for us. It’s this damn bet. That has to be it. I wouldn’t feel this way otherwise. Aidan and I have worked together on hunts. Our history is littered with women we’ve shared in bed who he fed on their sexual energy while I drank their blood. It was a win-win-win. Yes, I said three wins. Because the women were winning, too, they didn’t realize I was drinking their blood or think twice about feeling exhausted after we were done with them. Plus, they got off more than once during our feeding. If Hana had been less resistant to giving in to what I know she felt, she could have had that experience. Granted, it may be a bit of a sexual overload for a virgin, but we’d make it work. However, she is as stubborn as h
I was getting antsy by the second as I stood here alone. I refused to look in the direction I knew the trio stood. So, I watched the rest of the party and quickly realized something. Delta Kappa Epsilon, or at least this chapter, was NOT normal. How do I know? I’m a trained hunter. I can tell. And while not all members sent supernatural alarm bells in my head, many others did. I’ve seen at least a dozen hybrids and possibly pureblood supernatural beings here. The hybrid werewolves, which I’d seen two, were the easiest to spot. I had to pay closer attention to recognizing the demons and angels working in the room. I could see them looking at me but quickly averting their eyes. I furrowed my brows, followed their gazes each time, and noticed they were looking at the trio. That pretty much sealed it for me. Delta Kappa Epsilon is a fraternity mostly populated by the supernatural. I’ll be updating the guild database when I get home. I hoped these men wouldn’t grow up to be monsters kil
We are screwed. That’s the only answer to why Hana and her friend would disappear back down that hall for so long. Pamela likely overheard us, specifically Albert, and his uncouth and vulgar suggestion of having proof that one of us had been intimate with Hana. And now she’s taken Hana somewhere quiet to tell her, and as we speak, the Bloodmoon Alpha and his warriors are planning to kill us. For once, I can’t even blame my friends for why my life is in danger. This bet was my foolish idea. “Gentlemen, I want to apologize now.” I sighed, turning to my friends. “What?” Albert and Aidan gave me confused looks. “Miss Batista likely overheard us and has gone to tell Hana everything. As such, we’re going to die soon. So, I’m sorry that I got us into this mess.” I bowed my head in apology. “We aren’t going to die.” Aidan rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I don’t care how powerful Hana’s dad is. We aren’t pushovers.” Albert shook his head. “Besides, we knew the danger of making this bet. The d