Don't Mess Up with a Lycan's Mate

Chapter 6: Jealous possession

Nora’s POV

Kade’s hand wrapped tight around my waist. His face lowered toward mine, lips crashing into me. His tongue pushed past my teeth, devouring mine, sucking every inch of soft flesh inside my mouth.

But this wasn’t the gentle, silent Kade from the library. When he pulled back, his voice was a command:

“Wrap your tongue around mine.”

Then he kissed me again.

I obeyed, tangling my tongue with his, saliva spilling until silver strings clung between us, only to be swallowed down as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

His hand slipped beneath my shirt, lifting my bra, kneading breasts no one else had ever touched. My n*****s hardened under his fingers, pinched and pulled until I gasped.

My moans spilled out as he licked the strings from my lips and latched onto my n****e, sucking hard.

I pushed weakly at his shoulder, but he didn’t move. We were both supposed to be Omegas—why was his body so strong, so unyielding?

Then thought vanished as release tore through me with the strike of the library clock. Heat flooded me, soaking my underwear—

—and I woke up, slumped over a desk.

It was only a dream.

“Hey. You look tired. Want to rest a little longer?”

The boy from my dream, Kade, sat beside me now, his handsome face close, concern softening his voice.

I shifted in my seat, thighs pressed tight to hide the wet between my legs. Dropping my gaze, I whispered, “I’m fine. Just haven’t been sleeping well.”

Since that touch in the library, I kept running into him here. Slowly, we’d grown used to each other, choosing seats side by side, talking about our studies.

But ever since, his scent haunted me—different, intoxicating. Just sitting beside me now, it had bled into my dreams and driven me over the edge.

And that was the truth—I couldn’t sleep. Night after night, I dreamed of him.

No girl at school came near me. I had no one to confide in.

So I buried myself in books on werewolf physiology, learning that when two mates touched, their souls trembled with recognition.

I knew I felt it with Kade. I didn’t know if he felt it with me.

And even if he was an Omega like me, he looked and carried himself like an Alpha. His name was always on people’s lips, his mystery everyone’s obsession.

So I never dared to ask him.

I had too little. My mother was still waiting for me to save her. I had no right to love.

But each hour, when the library clock chimed, it whispered: It’s all right. Sit here. Study. Breathe.

I slipped a slip into my book as a bookmark. From my window seat, the silver firs shimmered like fish scales in the wind. I loved writing in that light, as if every word was caught gently.

Kade studied me, then sat down across from me. His book landed silently, as if he’d made peace with the hush. He sat just far enough that our eyes could meet in the corners.

“You should look at this.” He slid me a page with three words: Lift, Press, Hold.

“Rhythm and stride?” I murmured.

“Last time, you said your shoulders gave you away. Think of it as three beats. One change at a time.”

His handwriting was sharp, controlled. I repeated the words in my head, my toe tapping the rhythm under the desk.

We read in silence. Sometimes I glanced up, and he did too. Sometimes he passed me his pen, pointing to notes. The turning pages sounded like water flowing, steady and calm.

“You mentioned in Introduction to Wolf Neurology,” he said suddenly, “composite toxins blunt reflexes first. So if someone’s dosed lightly, the first symptom isn’t dizziness but…?”

“Grip strength loss,” I answered without thinking. “Then stumbling steps, short-term memory gaps.”

His eyes lit. “Exactly. Even sharper than the text.”

Heat rose in my cheeks. “It’s just something I remembered.”

“That’s not ‘just’.” His tone was calm, soft—like cloth placed in my hands. “You’re meticulous.”

I ducked my head, doodling a triangle to hide the pounding of my heart.

I turned to the window, breathing deep.

And saw Damian.

He leaned against a pillar, loose and lazy, but his eyes were cold steel, cutting through me, slashing across to Kade.

My breath caught.

Then Selena skipped up beside him. His gaze vanished. The weight lifted.

I scoffed at myself. Damian wouldn’t come here for me. Impossible.

I was nothing to him. At Shadow Pack I was humiliated, chained. To him, I was invisible.

I shook my head. Paranoid.

That evening, I said goodbye to Kade as usual. My nights belonged to training. Brook’s regimen was grueling, but one day I’d be strong enough to stop Selena’s girls myself.

The weekend campus buzzed with life—students laughing, planning parties. None of which ever included me.

I clutched my books, slipping through the crowd. Suddenly space opened, like a stage. Damian stepped out, shaking off Selena, and stopped before me.

“Back from the library again?” His voice was low, cold. “What’d you learn? How to please a male? Or how to fake not being a wolf-less waste?”

Laughter swelled. Selena’s tight face eased, her laugh ringing out with the rest.

I hugged my books, swallowed, and forced my voice steady. “Excuse me.”

I stepped aside. He grabbed my wrist, squeezing until pain shot up my arm.

“Forget something?” His breath scorched my ear. “Whose are you?”

“Let me go.” I pressed my books to my chest, a paper-thin shield.

He chuckled darkly. “You think one refusal makes you clean? You’re mine, Nora. My shadow. My possession.”

Cheers rose around us. My ears roared.

The past crashed over me: the Moon Goddess statue, Selena’s sneer, chains in my father’s cellar. But this was Silvermoon Academy. I wasn’t his.

“I belong to myself,” I said flatly.

His grip tightened, crushing my pulse. Pain seared white-hot.

I forced myself to stand tall, fingers denting the book like carving a vow.

His voice dropped, venomous. “Or have you found a new master? A Hybrid? Don’t tell me I’m less than him.”

The shadows in his eyes writhed—possession, not love. He yanked. My book hit the floor, pages fluttering.

I bent to grab it. He stomped it down, dragging me away despite Selena’s cries, despite boys egging him on.

He kicked open a storage room, shoving me onto the clutter. My hands were pinned above my head, his leg locking mine. He ripped my shirt, baring my bra.

Tears burned, but I glared. “You think this will make me submit? Never.”

I stared him down, letting him see the disgust in my eyes.

He sneered—

—but then the noise outside rose, and I smelled it. Kade.

The door crashed open. Kade strode in, frost in his gaze. He shut the door, shutting out the world.

“Let her go.”

Damian laughed, pressing harder, my wrist screaming.

Kade’s hand caught his. Steady. Crushing. Damian’s grip faltered, trapped like a snake with its throat seized.

Kade’s voice was steel.

“I’ll say it once more. Let. Her. Go.”