4. FORBIDDEN CONTRACT
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~NYX
My hands flew to my mouth the moment I exclaimed and the entire class turned to me.
This had to be a f*****g joke! A sick game done on me by the goddess! How could the man I had a one-night stand with for money turn out to be my professor?
Fuck! I was in a hot mess!
The professor, now dressed in a long black coat, a white undershirt that exposed a small part of his sinfully sexy chest and a pair of dark loose pants. His dark messy curls sat perfectly on his head and his eyes were no longer a crimson gaze but instead, a silver one.
Was there a chance that this man was just just his twin brother? Please be his twin brother. . .
"Are you going to sit? Or do you want to take over today's lectures?" He asked in that same sexily calm voice that I immediately confirmed he was the same man.
I sank into my seat immediately, mumbling 'sorry' as my face had turned as red as a tomato.
When he saw that he had gained control of the class, he began to address us. "I am Professor Yuriel."
The calmness of his voice affected every nerve in me. It almost as if merely speaking was too much a job for him but he still did it because he had to.
I noticed that he did not give us a last name. Was that deliberate or was it too much work for him?
"Now, I'd very much love to be addressed simply as Yuriel but. . . Calanthé has denied me that right. So it's Professor Yuriel to you all and I'm here to shape you for the outside world."
I noticed the girls staring dreamily at him and it made my once again dormant wolf shift. I hated the attention they were giving him and somehow, my wolf wanted to draw a line around him and claim him as her property.
Wait! Have I lost my mind? This is the f*****g Professor I'm thinking about! It's against the rules!
Last night could never happen again.
Yet deep down, I wanted Professor Yuriel to acknowledge me and touch me again like he did last night and—
Someone suddenly snapped their fingers in my face and I gasped, forcing me back to reality.
"Daydreaming already?" The Professor demanded as he looked down at me with his dominating yet beautiful silver eyes.
I shook my head at him vigorously. "I wasn't daydreaming. I was paying attention."
"Is that so?" He arched his brow at me and leaned over my table such that his face was so close to mine.
Oh my goddess! This was insane! This was pure torture!
"What was the last thing I said before walking up to you?" He demanded.
My brain went blank and I found myself blinking continuously. I could not think of anything.
"I— I— you— you said th—"
"Save yourself the embarrassment Ms. . ."
"Nyx. Nyxoria Black."
"Ms Black. . .This is bad behavior in my class and I usually make an example of people like you." He lifted himself back to his full length. "Go stand at the front of the class and stay still."
I did not dare object even if I wanted to scream at him and say that I was thinking about what we did last night!
I shot to my feet and hurried to the front of the class. I stood still after facing everyone and my face instantly flushed again. All eyes were on me.
I was already the center of attraction in a negative way and the professor had just made it worse by placing me under the spotlight.
I saw them taking pictures of me and I knew that this was going to run for the entire semester, provided I found a way to complete my tuition and remain in the school.
"Now, where was I?" Professor Yuriel asked.
"You were talking about magic," A female student answered and she could not stop blushing. I clenched my teeth at the sight.
"Yes, Magic. . . There's magic everywhere and there are different forms of it. You will learn them all bit by bit. Some of us will be better at defending ourselves physically with punches while some will be better at the magical aspect."
"But Sir, I thought magic was only for witches?" A boy asked.
The professor smiled and this time, he turned to look at me. "Like I said, there's magic everywhere. After all, werewolves like us wouldn't exist without it."
It was at this point that the bells chose to ring, signifying the end of the class. I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that my torture had finally come to an end.
"Unfortunately guys, the class has ended. I came in too late, we'll meet again in two days. You may all leave now."
Just like that, the hall became noisy with students walking out. I was about to leave when I heard his voice boom to my ear.
"Not you Ms. Black, stay behind. Your punishment has not ended."
My heart sank and I stood still as I watched everybody leave. When it was just us in the hall, he walked over to me and presented a paper, then he winked at me and walked out of the class without a word.
Was that it?
I opened the paper and saw that it was an address. "Meet me there tonight," I read out loud and my heart sank.
I wanted to disobey but I just knew that I could not. What if he went and ratted me out to Dean Calanthé? She would surely expel me from the school.
I shivered at the thought and decided to find my dorm room first. After freshening up and preparing my brain for what was to come tonight, I would visit the professor.
With a new determination in mind, I walked out of class.
***
I exhaled sharply as I stared at the door I had been directed to by the receptionist.
Time had flown by too fast. I had found my dorm and followed up with the appointment with Yuriel like he asked. I could not believe I was doing this but I did not have a choice.
The plan was to finish with the professor and head over to Evelyn's place tonight for my pay and another job. I had just one more day to come up with ten thousand dollars or it would all be in vain.
I finally sighed and knocked twice on the door.
"Come in," he answered, not too loud yet enough to be heard.
I shakily pushed the door open and walked in. He had taken off his coat as he lounged on a comfortable chair. More buttons of his shirt were open, revealing more. He had a glass in hand which he gently sipped as he sat as if he owned the place.
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come closer?" He asked and this jerked my legs awake.
I walked until I stopped before him and he gestured at a second chair which I hadn't noticed before.
"Sit."
I fell into the chair and I placed my hands on my knees, too tense to relax.
"Do you know why you're here, Nyxoria?" He asked ever so calmly.
"It's because of last night. . ." I mumbled. "Please don't report me to the school."
"Hush. . ." He whispered and offered me his glass. "Drink, it will calm your nerves."
I shakily took it from him and gulped it down. Everything about this moment felt off and dangerous. I was not supposed to be here.
"Why were you at the club last night? I assume your parents sent you here for school, not to strip naked for strangers. . ."
I clenched my teeth as his words hit me hard. "I have no parents." I refused to look into his eyes.
He fell silent for a while. "I see. . . I'm sorry about that. So how did you get into the school?"
"A scholarship. . . But it was revoked yesterday because Dean Calanthé realised I had nothing to offer the school."
"Ah. . ." He said barely over a whisper. "It makes sense now. You have to pay your fees yourself because she's given you a deadline. Typical of Calanthé."
I nodded and he chuckled.
"When I was younger. . . I got attacked by an incubus," he began and I frowned.
Yes, the story sounded juicy but why was he telling me this now?
"To cut the story short, it possessed me but my wolf was stronger and it dominated it. . . Yet the incubus was able to find my soul and it planted itself there such that if they tried to exorcise it, I would die along with it."
I widened my eyes at him but remained silent.
"Thus, I've had to live with a crazy s****l demon since then and it intensified my s****l cravings. Whenever the demon awakens, it's like a curse. Not one woman can satisfy me. I need to take dozens of women before the hunger is quenched and if I try to resist it. . . Bad things happen and I become a beast."
I swallowed hard. This was a cruel fate and here I was, thinking that I had it worse.
"But for the first time in years, you wore me out in one go. You satisfied the beast in me and left me too exhausted to even wake up early, Nyxoria. . ."
I was at a loss for words. I did not know what to say. I thought he did all the work.
"Nyxoria, I need you to keep exhausting the demon within me. This way, I won't always be forced to have s*x with dozens of strange women."
"What? But this is against the First Rule of Isis Academy! We're not supposed to have any—"
"If you do this, I'll pay all of your tuition fee for as long as you stay in Isis Academy."
I froze. This was the very solution to my problem. It was dangerous, it was forbidden but it was the solution nevertheless.
How many men would I have to sleep with if I went back to Evelyn? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? Before I'm able to raise enough money, I would have run out of time.
But Yuriel was here offering me the answer.
"What if they find out?" I shakily asked.
"They won't. . . But if they do, I'll protect you. I'll tell them I blackmailed you into this."
Technically, he was.
"Do you promise to protect me?" I asked again for clarity.
"I give you my word."
I nodded and outstretched my right hand to him. "Deal.”
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