Forbidden Blood

Five: Rules and Confrontations

Lucien's POV

Who would have guessed that breaking the quarterback's nose was not allowed?

"Mr Thaddeus, violence is highly prohibited," The red vein in Mr Kendrick's head looked like it was seconds away from popping.

"I'll only let this go, with a warning, Hunter is a respected member of this school," he said.

That seemed odd; just yesterday, I saw the same prestigious Hunter pummel a werewolf, and no one batted an eye.

"I was defending a student, whom Hunter was hurting," I replied.

" You are dismissed," he waved, completely ignoring me.

With a silent nod, I walked out of the office. The vibration in my pocket was a silent reminder that my not-so-heroic moment had reached my father's ears.

"Stupid mutt," Lavinia cursed, her glare focused on the retreating figure.

"Lucien," she smiled brightly, latching onto my arm. I suppressed a groan, "Lavinia," I muttered, pulling my arm away from her grip.

"Who were you tormenting?" I asked though, the answer was pretty obvious. I could recognize that distinctive heartbeat from a mile away, his captivating scent embedded in my lungs.

"No one, lunch?" She smiled, looking up at me with expectancy in her eyes.

I sighed, ignoring her as I made my way out of the hallway. "Lucien, why do you keep ignoring me?" She called out, her lips in a pout.

" No one asked you to be here, Lavinia, just go home," I retorted, walking away from her suffocating presence.

My mood had turned salty, and I could shake away my obsession with the tiny werewolf.

"You aren't welcome here," a voice sneered.

With a groan, "Do you need me to set your nose too," I said with a smirk on my face.

It was almost comical how they thought their numbers would scare me, "Wasn't I clear enough yesterday?" I enunciated, my eyes flashing red.

The sight of my fangs caused fear to flash through their eyes, I smiled darkly, "Run along dogs, I'm in no mood to play fetch," I mocked, the scattered feet echoing through the quiet hallway.

I had expected more from a bunch of testosterone-fueled wolves, but seeing them run with their tails tucked between their legs was disappointing.

I turned my back on them, a wrong move on my part. A howl sounded behind me, and the mutt launched, his claws aiming for my neck.

With quick steps, I turned my body, deflecting his attack. My fingers instantly trapped his chest, giving his heart a gentle squeeze.

His eyes widened, suddenly realizing the dire position he was in. "Easy, dog. I might just take this for myself," I taunted, the urge to pull the heart out of its cage becoming stronger.

"Lucien," Damien's calm voice called out.

" Walk away Damien" I warned, his eyes flared. Taking a step back at the authority in my voice.

"Lucien," he called again, a silent warning of the impending wrath I would face from my father if I didn't control my emotions.

I released the wolf from my grip with a disgruntled sigh, shoving him over to his friends who watched as he almost lost his life.

"Consider this a kind gesture," I muttered, brushing past Damien.

The cold breeze hit my face, carrying the smell of pine and a hint of lavender. I quickly searched through the courtyard finding the young wolf hidden behind trees engulfed in the book he was reading.

A wave of relief washed over me, as I realized he wasn't close enough to see me act like a monster, I shook my head at the thought.

"What was that about?" Damien asked.

I saw his ears perk up, 'little wolf was a curious one,' I smirked to myself.

"Nothing, ready to leave?" I asked, walking toward the car.

" Are we leaving Lavinia?" He questioned, knowing better than to push the subject.

"I'm sure she'll find her way," I said, starting the engine.

The drive home was quiet, Damien understood my mood, and he was quiet all through the ride, leaving me to the plague in my mind.

"Do you need a glass," he called from the bar, filling the empty glass with bourbon.

"Are the wolves going to be an issue," he asked, handing a glass to me.

I couldn't think of a possible answer, the wolves were insignificant to me, but the sight of them hurting the doe-eyed boy has set off every alarm in my body. I was hit with the sudden urge to protect him at all costs.

"Nothing, bullies need to learn," I replied, downing the glass of bourbon.

Damien nodded, our silence interrupted by the sound of clicking of heels, "What are you doing here?" I hissed at Lavinia.

" Your mother didn't mention?" She smiled, pushing her luggage into the room.

"Tell me what," I asked.

"My parent thought it would be better if I moved in with you guys," she grinned.

It was a surprise my mother accepted, social climbing leeches were dangerous but I wondered what she was up to accepting this crazy idea.

"Where should I keep my luggage," she smiled eagerly. Damien waved over the maid, instructing her to take her to a room further away from mine.

"We should throw a party," Damien said out of the blue.

" I mean, it's a high school tradition," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I scoffed heading toward my bedroom, "think about it, it will be epic," he chuckled, as I flipped him the bird.

"What do you think you are doing?" I growled at Lavinia, who lay sprawled out on my bed in nothing but her lace underwear.

"This is a fitting welcome party, don't you think," she purred, trailing her fingers down the curve of her body.

"Lavinia, we shared a bed in the past, get over it, it is never happening again," I gritted out, pulling her off my bed.

"If I find you in my room again, I'll drive a stake through your heart," I said in a low tone, shutting the door on her surprised face.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, it was only day one of Lavinia being here and I knew this was only the beginning of the torture.