Episode 5
1067 Words
I only stepped out of that tiny supply closet once the whole crowd had somewhat dispersed.
The rest of the day flew quickly: a brief tour round school and where my classes would be, some lunch because I was absolutely starving, and then I was taken to my room.
The wide space revealed three queen-sized beds and beautiful furniture, giving the room a beguiling decor.
I was introduced to my other roommate, Lila. Apparently, Elena’s best friend as well. I somewhat bonded with the girls over conversations on clothes, academy boys, and a few topics I was clearly clueless about.
Nightfall came. I couldn’t sleep. my mind is overrun by anticipation and anxiety. Mostly disturbed by the fact that I’d exchanged words with that devastatingly handsome boy from earlier. Eventually, comforted by the flower murals on the ceiling above my bed, I let my mind wander on what the next day would bring.
Before my alarm could ring, I was up and dashing from my bed, getting ready for school.
I dash into my class more than a few minutes early to set up for my first class, Lupin History.
The first thing I notice as I walk in are the stares from almost everyone. The unsubtle looks thrown my way.
It had been going on since my encounter with him, the school’s infamous jerk and playboy. He also happens to be the future Alpha King of the Blood Moon pack. It explains why he had an ego bigger than the size of his abs.
He’s the alleged deadly prince, Silas Bloodmoon, fiercely powerful with a ruthless persona and inviting charm to back it up. Meeting him proves he’s every bit as cold and heartless as they had described; I almost regret stepping in his way yesterday.
I wonder if the stares I keep receiving are ones of admiration or simply curiosity, wanting to see the new sheep before she gets devoured by the big bad Alpha.
Fat chance.
It’s already in my resolve to steer clear of him. There will be no more meeting with the likes of him. He’s bad news. Trouble in a nutshell.
I take a seat by the window, pulling out my notebook and waiting for class. The sudden stop of mumbling around me draws my attention instantly. There’s an immediate chill in the air, and I almost feel my skin crawl.
I turn towards the entrance, knowing the icy aura around originates from there, and once again, I’m drowning in a sea of icy gray eyes.
The same devilishly handsome Alpha, Silas Bloodmoon, strides in with Elena by his side, wrapped round his arm. His entourage of two handsome guys follows closely behind him.
Speak of the devil.
The pressure of his dominating aura is thick and heavy, almost choking in the air. It doesn’t take long for everyone to make way for him and his gang, clearing their seats for him to settle comfortably at the back of the class.
The whole atmosphere is stiff, and no one dares to look in their direction or utter a single word. I can literally smell the apprehension in the air.
His scent draws my wolf’s attention. She purrs almost like a cat, and I gag internally at her preferences.
I face forward, choosing to ignore them altogether. But my wolf scratches against my mental walls, wanting to stare longer. I’m confused by this, but I don’t give in to her wishes.
Few seconds of stone-cold silence, I start to hear giggling from behind me. It’s a sound that draws me, and I feel the sudden urge to look behind.
Something keeps pulling me towards them, to him.
To Silas Bloodmoon.
He’s whispering something to Elena’s ears that makes her giggle, and when she doesn’t expect it, he nibbles her earlobe. They seem playful and flirty. Subtly sensual too.
I feel a painful tug on my heart. I immediately swerve my head forward before I’m caught.
My wolf groans painfully, twisting within me. For some reason, she’s been acting moody since yesterday, and it seems to get only worse when he’s around me.
The second the teacher walks in and the classroom commences, I force concentration despite the uneasiness of my wolf.
However, I can’t push away the fact that Silas and Elena are most likely in a relationship.
How can she even put up with the asshole?
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SILAS’ POV
Her head swings the other way quickly, and I swear I had seen a rose tint on her cheeks moments ago.
Good, if she wants to stare, I’d give her something to stare at.
Elena moans softly, reacting to the addictive kiss I’d dropped on her neck, and moves slightly against me with a clear purpose. But I’m already uninterested. She grinds her hip into mine, trying to start something, but I put a little distance between us.
My wolf feels nauseated by the closeness of her scent because she’s not my mate, but I can’t complain or say anything about it.
She’s to be my Luna, the future Queen of the Blood Moon pack in a few months, and I’ve been nagged enough by my father to make sure she remains happy.
I chuckle at the last words my father had given me, that maybe one day, I would come to respect and even love her as my queen. I highly doubt that.
As always, I don’t have a say in anything going on in my life. I was betrothed at a very young age. As the next Alpha king, I have a lot of responsibilities resting on my shoulders. The crushing pressure of not letting anyone down weighs heavier on me every day.
It’s only fair I get a kick out of all this—after all, I won’t even get to end up with my mate. I’ve been fated to reject her from the beginning. This is exactly why I learned to use my charms to my advantage when I want something or someone.
I always get what I want. Always.
female wolves love nothing more than an attractive Alpha male and these ladies are more than willing to throw themselves at my feet…or bed.
It’s only fair I took my reasonable share of them before I’m forced to spend the rest of my life with Elena.
Love is for the weak and pathetic, if it existed at all.
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