Chapter 1 The Destined One
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Today was the last day to submit academic reports, but Alanna's experimental results had come in way too late.
She was sprinting down the corridors of the academic building, praying that this unexpected delay wouldn't mess up her graduation!
Damn it, of all days, her professor, Mr. Mode, was due to give a lecture.
Alanna was running so fast that her skirt billowed up, exposing her toned thighs. The male students passing by whistled playfully at her. But Alanna just kept running, flipping them off without breaking her stride, which only spurred them on even more.
Geez, it must be nice to have so much free time... Alanna ignored the boys' taunts as she raced to the faculty lounge, secretly praying that Mr. Mode was still there preparing his materials.
She knocked on the door and asked, "Mr. Mode, are you in there?"
Alanna had been running so fast that she could only hear her own heartbeat and heavy panting, causing her to miss a very soft noise coming from inside the room.
It sounded like the friction of leather or maybe... a beast's restrained growl.
"Mr. Mode?" she raised her voice and asked again.
Unexpectedly, a deep, unfamiliar voice responded, "Come in."
An assistant, maybe?
Alanna didn't think much of it and pushed the door open, but the moment she looked up, she felt as if she were nailed to the floor.
There was just one large, muscular man sitting on the sofa looking her way.
Danger! Alanna's instincts screamed, but as she froze, a shivering tingle spread down her spine, diluting some of her fear.
The man in front of her was at least six-foot-three, dwarfing the three-seater sofa into something that looked more like a pitiful dining chair. His suit was immaculate, his face shadowed by the backlight, yet those sharp, icy gray-blue eyes...
They had vertical pupils, not the eyes of a human!
Without a doubt, this imposing man was a high-ranking werewolf!
He stared at Alanna like a hunter eyeing a trapped prey, cold and merciless. His furrowed brow and slightly labored breathing suggested he was suppressing something.
"Mr. Mode?" the man suddenly spoke.
Alanna felt like she had been thrown into an icy abyss, snapping back to reality.
Instinctively, she reached for her backpack where her shotgun was.
Yes, the shotgun—Alanna was a seasoned hunter, one who specialized in werewolves!
But right now, she was in the school, and the auditorium downstairs had just hosted a lecture, with teachers and students probably lingering around.
She couldn't afford to start a fight with a werewolf here.
Silencing the screaming alarm in her mind, Alanna forced a smile. "Sir, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong room."
She turned to leave, but the next second, the man swiftly grabbed her arms, pinning her tightly against the door.
His other hand even swiftly covered her mouth to stifle her scream!
It all happened in the blink of an eye, his strength overpowering!
Alanna made a quick assessment, ready to fight.
However, as the man's hot breath hit her ear, Alanna felt as if her strength had given up on her, and she couldn't even stand still.
The man's voice was low and hoarse. "Tell me, young lady, who sent you?"
Alanna startled. Who sent her? Did he mistake her for a spy from his enemy? But she was just a student! Wait... How should an ordinary student react?
After a brief hesitation, she began to struggle fiercely, shaking her head. Her eyes were filled with tears, making her appear innocent and pitiful—exactly like a student who had been taken hostage.
But the man showed no mercy, his massive body pressing down on her, his knee even wedging between her legs.
"Mmm!" Alanna was almost straddling the man's thigh, the fierce pressure making her involuntarily whimper.
The man squinted, watching her struggle for a while as if she were just an amusing prey. Finally, he cracked a slight smirk, slightly loosening his grip.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just a student looking for Mr. Mode!" Alanna blurted out all at once.
The man didn't seem to care about her explanations. He hugged her waist and tugged her to the window like carrying a doll just as the crowd downstairs began to disperse.
He bent over, pressing Alanna's head down. "Tell me, which one is Mr. Mode?"
Alanna barely managed to free one hand and pointed at a man. "The man with the white goatee and glasses. That's him."
Right now, they were like two magnets, sticking intimately together with not a single crack between them. Alanna could distinctly feel the contour and heat of something hard pressing against her lower back, desirous and dangerous.
Worse still, if anyone downstairs looked up, they'd see this spicy scene ongoing inside the building!
However, the man followed the direction of Alanna's finger, glanced briefly, and then actually let go of her, pulling her back to the floor.
"Oh, that really is Mr. Mode, so it seems you are a student here."
Alanna blinked, letting the tears stream down her cheeks just at the right time, appearing even more timid like a typical student. "Sir, can I go now?"
After confirming that the young woman before him was indeed a student, the man seemed to relax a bit, taking a deep breath and chuckling lightly. "Sorry, my mistake. Miss, I hope I didn't hurt you."
Alanna caught the moment of his softening and hurried to the door handle. But before she could turn it, the man staggered and collapsed onto her, his breathing heavier than before!
His hand pressed down on hers on the door handle. "Wait a sec."
Hold on... Why was he as hot as an erupting volcano?
Then suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. Alanna turned in terror just in time to meet the man's crimson eyes.
He was biting her!
Her breathing quickened. Damn it! It was a full moon tonight! Was this powerful werewolf losing control?
The sharp pain greatly agitated Alanna. Her nervousness reached its peak, and she started thrashing wildly, yelling, "Sir, stop it! You're hurting me!"
She hastily reached for her shotgun. But right before she could get it, someone suddenly knocked on the door!
"Mr. Ryder, the dinner is about to start. Are you rested yet?" a gentle female voice asked.
Alanna felt the man's sharp teeth withdraw from her skin, but he was still panting by her neck.
Someone was waiting outside, giving her the perfect chance to escape!
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