Chapter 2 - Collision Course
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After spending two hours listening to Mara’s chatter and trying my best to avoid thinking about the principal that has plagued my thoughts, It was finally time for class. I felt sad to part ways with her but I had to.
I had been walking down the main hall, my binder clutched tightly to my chest, when something hard slammed into me.
“Careful,” a low voice murmured. Heat raced up my arm like wildfire. My wolf growled.
“Hey! Watch—”
The rest of the words died in my throat. The person who slammed into me was a demigod. Golden hair, sharp jawline, and eyes like molten fire pinned me to the spot. His shoulder had collided with mine with enough force to almost send my binder tumbling.
“Watch where you're going.” I murmured, instinctively hunching. I had to play the part, keep my head low.
He snorted, a low, rough sound. “You bumped into me and you’re one to talk. Stop moving like you own the place, ghost girl. Or am I so hot that you can't focus on the road?
My pulse spiked. I hated him already. Not that it mattered. “I’m fine,” I said, tight-lipped, trying to step past him. You are not that hot I replied in my head rolling my eyes, but damn I was wrong. He was really hot.
“No, you’re not,” he growled, leaning so close that the heat of him pressed against me.
Then he smirked. “I know that sometimes I can be…. overwhelming. I have that effect on people. But try to not to knock yourself over.” He said, reaching out to steady me.
Immediately, I felt dizzy. A jolt tore through me, fierce, and immediate. He pulled back immediately, eyes narrowing. This wasn’t just a spark; it was a full-on explosion, primal and demanding. He didn’t just brush my hand… he claimed it.
His golden eyes widened just fractionally, when the realization dawned on him but he quickly masked it with a cocky smirk. “What the—?” he muttered, voice rough, jagged, like gravel.
I gasped, stepping back. Heat coursed beneath my skin, claws scraping against my ribs. The pull was magnetic and impossible. My wolf growled, desperate and wild, and my every instinct screamed danger. But my wolf screamed MATE!
“Do you always crash into people, or am I special?” I asked, voice deliberately calm.
“Special?” he repeated, smirk twisting. “You think you’re special just because your wolf reacts to me? You are pathetic and weak. A weak little omega can never be special to me. Never.”
I blinked, startled. Weak? That word should have cut—but instead, it ignited something dark and thrilling. My wolf stirred, intrigued by his roughness and rawness.
“Just… leave me alone,” I murmured, keeping my voice soft and practiced. Don’t give him anything. Not yet.
“Leave?,” he chuckled.
“I don't leave women my dear. Especially not the pretty ones. I pursue them till I have them, and you… are one of them.” he snapped, stepping closer. Too close, till my back hit the wall.
I swallowed hard, forcing my wolf to calm. Focus, Lyra. Mission first. Caelan Draven is the reason why you're here. Not the hot and handsome demigod in front of me.
“You’re Aiden Blackthorne,” I said, breath caught trying to mask the shock. Mara had warned me about him—the golden heir of the academy, the Alpha everyone whispered about. Cocky, arrogant, reckless, playboy. The one person I should stay away from as every other lady in the school is fighting for his attention. I'll attract a lot of enemies by just being seen with him and I didn't want that for myself. Not at the moment. I am trying to keep a low profile.
“Damn right I am,” he spat, smirking with arrogance. “And you are?”
“Lyra… Lyra Veyra.” My voice was ordinary, unremarkable—just the way I wanted.
“Veyra,” he repeated, rolling it around his teeth. “Huh… interesting. Interesting name for an ordinary omega. You're not like the others. There is something different about you, I can smell it from a mile away.” His eyes locked on mine, unflinching, dangerous, obsessive.
I forced a light laugh, trying to step past him—but he didn’t move and he didn't let me move. He circled me, predator-like, too close.
“I really need to get to class,” I muttered.
He smirked, unconcerned. “I don't care about what you need. I've had a dozen ladies around me but no one has ever tickled my fancy before. Tell me… weakling, why should I let you go?”
He stopped abruptly, leaning so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. My wolf hissed, scrapping her claws on my skin.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
“There is something different about you, and I want to find out.” he growled, “I need to know why my wolf thinks you're… different.”
I shook my head, pretending ignorance. “I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, brushing a strand of hair from my face with rough, deliberate fingers. The touch burned hotter than fire. “You know what I'm saying. My wolf has been restless since it met you.”
My wolf growled, furious and intrigued all at once. I forced myself to calm, to breathe, to focus. Mission first. Revenge first.
A sudden crash—someone dropping a tray of books—broke the spell. He smirked again, leaning a fraction closer, then stepped back. “Ah yes, class,” he said, voice casual, though his eyes never left mine. “We’ll continue this… later. You're mine to explore. You are mine now.”
I nodded, heart hammering, pulse racing like a drum. I took a step forward to run but he pulled me back so rough that my chest collided with his, then he whispered into my ears. “You’re mine now. Don't forget that.” and then—
He kissed me.
A stranger I barely know f*****g kissed me right In front of the entire school. I didn't have time to process the kiss. The bells went off immediately and I drove a fist into his jaw to secure my escape from the eyes that were staring with their mouths open.
By the time I reached my classroom, I was shaking slightly—not just from the kiss, but from the thrill of his rough, raw presence.
I sank into a seat near the window, forcing my wolf to quiet and my mind to focus. But the moment the lecture began, I noticed him slipping in late, leaning against the doorway like he owned the room. His golden eyes scanned us all—and then locked on me.
Every movement I made, every subtle gesture, he noticed. I could feel his wolf brushing against mine
When the professor called for paired exercises, my stomach twisted—but of course… We were paired together.
“Looks like fate has a sense of humor,” he muttered, sliding into the seat next to mine. His shoulder pressed against mine, rough, confident, and relentless.
I rolled my eyes. Being drawn to two guys wasn't part of the plan yet it happened on my first day. One is my principal who has a dangerous but hot kind of vibe and then the arrogant spoiled brat of the school. How can it be worse?
“Lucky you,” I said, keeping my voice light, though my pulse was pounding. I had to keep calm and collected.
Our hands brushed passing papers, electricity surging, my chest tightening. His smirk softened—not sweetly, but into something dangerously intimate.
“You feel it too… the connection,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl.
“I—maybe,” I admitted, letting just enough truth slip. My wolf whined in satisfaction, craving him even as I forced control.
He leaned closer, shoulder brushing mine again. “Lyra… that's what makes you so different. I am going to uncover every secret you have. Every strength. Every weakness. I won't let you get away. And I will make you pay for hitting me. I won't forgive that.”
I swallowed, voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “We’ll see.”
He chuckled, low and rough, brushing his hand over mine deliberately. “We will.”
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