Lilac's P.O.V My first day at school was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. The hallways echoed with the chatter of students, lockers slammed shut, and the scent of fresh textbooks filled the air. As I walked into the classroom, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. However, my worries quickly dissipated as the lessons unfolded. It turned out that academics came naturally to me. I found myself effortlessly navigating the academic landscape. Teachers praised my diligence, and classmates looked to me for help. It was a pleasant surprise to discover that I was thriving academically in this new environment. During group projects and activities, I began to make new friends. For the first time, I felt welcomed me with open arms. We shared laughter, exchanged ideas, and gradually formed bonds that extended beyond the classroom. These connections added a layer of warmth to my school experience. Lunch hours became a highlight as we gathered in th
Lilac's P.O.V The faint morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found myself lying next to Del, the memories of last night returning in rapid flashes. There was a pang of regret that washed over me as I recalled the whirlwind of emotions and decisions that had led to this moment. I never wanted to be the person who just nails and bails, leaving without a word, especially not with someone like Del. As I watched Del sleep peacefully, I grappled with conflicting thoughts. Regret lingered, yes, but there was also a sense of responsibility nudging at my conscience. I couldn't simply slip away without a word, leaving him wondering what had happened or feeling used. That wasn't who I wanted to be. So, despite my own reservations and the twinge of regret, I made a silent vow to stay until Del woke up. The air in the room was still, save for the faint sounds of morning seeping through the wind
Lilac's P.O.V I couldn't help but find my gaze lingering on Del as he moved around the kitchen, his easy going nature and charming smile making it hard to look away. There was something about him that felt magnetic, something beyond the playful banter and intimate connections we just shared. He was an incredible person, always there to lend an ear or crack a joke to lighten the mood. And in that moment, amidst the shared laughter and casual teasing, I had let slip some flirtatious comments, testing the waters to see how he'd respond. Surprisingly, Del reciprocated, his playful grin widening, and the air between us seemed to spark with a newfound energy. There was a mutual understanding lingering beneath the surface, that even though we couldn't date the way he wanted to, but part of me would always appreciate him as a dear friend. And as we joked and flirted, it almost felt like nothing had between us at all, and all was right in the world. However, reality hit
Lilac's P.O.V I shifted uneasily in my seat, feeling the weight of discomfort settle heavily upon my shoulders. The classroom walls seem to close in on me, suffocating me with their familiarity. It's as if the air itself has thickened, making it hard to breathe. My fingers trace the edge of the desk, nails biting into the worn wood, a feeble attempt to ground myself in this moment. 'No…this can't be happening…this can't be real! I must be dreaming…' I tried to convince myself that this was all just a fragment of my imagination. That Krimson wasn't actually here and the only reason why I was imagining all of this was because I had slept with Del, someone who wasn't my mate, and this was my guilty conscience trying to conjure up all kinds of images to remind me of the mistake I'd made…but when Krimson's sharp, piercing red eyes met mine once again from across the room, just as he jotted out a number of equations on the blackboard…I knew that I wasn't hallucinating…
Lilac's P.O.V "You reek of another male." The realization struck me with a sudden jolt. I knew exactly why Krimson's anger simmered beneath his words. It was the faint trace of Del's scent that now lingered on my skin, a scent I unwittingly carried after our night together. As Krimson accused me in a low, menacing tone, my pulse quickened, and my mind raced to find the right words to pacify the seething rage that seemed to emanate from him. "What about it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I dared to question him, my words tinged with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. The response I received was chilling—a guttural growl that reverberated through my being, sending a wave of apprehension cascading over me. In that moment, I felt a sense of foreboding, realizing the depth of possessiveness that Krimson harbored for me. His possessiveness wasn't merely a trait; it was a fierce, unyielding dominance that demanded my complete submissio
Lilac's P.O.V Krimson's piercing gaze bore into my soul, a scrutiny that felt as though he was dissecting me, evaluating my worth, not just as an individual, but as a pawn in his grand scheme. It was evident—Krimson was testing me, weighing my capabilities against his expectations, deciding my fate with the cold precision of a judge pronouncing a verdict. His expectations were clear—he expected power, control, an unwavering allegiance that would serve his purpose. But what he didn't anticipate was the evolution stirring within me, the growing realization that I no longer danced to his orchestrated tune. "Krimson," I uttered, each syllable laced with a steely determination, "the reality of our situation has changed. I am no longer under your control." I continued, my voice steady and resolute, enunciating the liberation coursing through my veins. "I am not a puppet to be manipulated at your whim. My powers are mine alone, not to serve your whims any longer. You can no
Krimson's P.O.V The taste of her lips on mind, the way she melted under my touch…they brought a sense of relief within me that I had been yearning for, for the last few months. It was like finding an oasis after wandering the endless expanses of the deserts for years. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and I pressed her down to the ground, the weight of my body holding her down under me as I felt the softness of her skin on mine. My mind raced with conflicts even as I felt myself harden against her. The scent of her arousal filled the air as I felt her nipples harden against my bare chest, a testament to the fact that no matter how far we tried to run away from each other, the power of our mating bond would always draw us back to one another. Reaching my hand between us, I cupped one soft, supple breast in my hand, pinching on her hardened bud to illicit a moan out of her. As her mouth opened in a gasp, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting every nook and
Krimson's P.O.V In the midst of the dimly lit alley, an eerie sensation prickled along my spine, a tingling that made my instincts leap into high alert. It was as though something within the shadows beckoned to me, a whisper from the darkness. My steps faltered, eyes narrowing as I caught a glimpse of movement—a shape that darted and danced with the shifting light, elusive yet alluringly present. Driven by curiosity and a surge of inexplicable fascination, I abandoned caution and pursued the elusive form, my heart pounding in sync with my hastening steps. Each stride pushed me closer, or so it seemed, to the mysterious entity that seemed to playfully taunt my senses. Yet, no matter how swift I moved, the shadow danced just beyond my reach, slipping through my fingers like smoke on the wind. It defied the laws of reality, a true enigma, leaving me in a frenzied pursuit through the labyrinth of alleyways and corners, my determination to capture it growing with each pass