Luna's Obsessive Rogue

CHAPTER 6

NIKLAUS

Chillin' in the tub, prepping for my first day at Mayhem School. I'm all set to take Mikael Salvador down, but can't shake off last night with Crystal. Man, my mind's racing and I gotta admit, things are a bit tense down there too.

Last night with Crystal keeps replaying. She was wasted, pouring her heart out about some mate drama. The whole bar was watching her sob, clinging to me like a lifeline. I don't even know why I cared, but those prying eyes on her pissed me off. Tried to get her to call someone to pick her up—it was getting late. My wolf's getting possessive, and her light touch, it's messing with my head. Getting turned on amid her chaos, it's ridiculous.

I picked up Crystal because she was having trouble standing. I knew where she lived from a background check, so I took her home, hoping her parents would be there. Turns out, they weren't. I had to get inside, but the door was locked. When I asked about the key, she grabbed my hand and led it to her back pocket. That touch got to me, and I had to clench my jaw to keep it together.

I was getting a bit overwhelmed, my wolf instincts on the edge. After grabbing the keys from her pocket, I felt a subtle connection in our touch. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, stepping into her home, alert to the new surroundings.

I kicked the door open, the sound bouncing in the empty house. Carrying her carefully, I thought of putting her on the sofa, but she pouted, silently asking to go upstairs to her room. Up there, I noticed her personal touches – soft colors on the walls and a hint of lavender in the air. But the room felt small with me in it, a big contrast to my size. It was a strange mix – her cozy space and my larger-than-life presence.

I laid her gently on the bed, trying to maintain a respectable distance, but the closeness was overwhelming. Controlling my hands and the unleashed instincts of my wolf became an internal battle. The sensation of her presence under me sparked an undeniable heat. My gaze lingered on her features – the freckles scattered across her nose, the length of her eyelashes. The light vanilla scent that enveloped her made her irresistibly attractive, and an instinctual desire, guided by my wolf, urged me to hold her close.

She mentioned being thirsty, and honestly, I'd reached my limit. But my wolf insisted on playing the dutiful servant. Annoyed, I grabbed some water and helped her drink. As I knelt there, I couldn't help but notice the vulnerability in her eyes. The room felt charged with an unexpected tension, and though I wanted to resist, I found myself going along with it, silently grappling with the peculiar turn of events.

Relieved that she didn't throw up after drinking the water, I silently thanked my stars for that small victory. But then, as if a switch flipped, she mentioned feeling hot and nonchalantly began to undress. The air thickened with an unexpected tension, and I couldn't tear my gaze away. The play of shadows and dim light in the room seemed to intensify the allure, a palpable sense of desire creeping into the atmosphere. Caught off guard, I wrestled with a mixture of surprise and an undeniable undercurrent of lust, unsure of where this unpredictable evening was headed.

I attempted to halt her actions, but she had nearly undressed herself by then. My mind was slipping into chaos, and in a moment of primal instinct, I found myself pinning her on the bed. Her movements ceased, and our eyes locked. In that intense gaze, I felt a strange synergy with my wolf, ready to take over. It made no sense, leaving me grappling with the bewildering blend of desire and confusion in the charged air.

Coming back to the present, I had to deal with the evident physical reaction – hard as wood. Taking a moment for myself, I sorted it out, but the whole time, Crystal's face kept playing in my mind. The last night's unexpected events were still echoing in my thoughts.

So, imagine this—I'm in front of the whole Mayhem School crew, introduced by Alpha Skylar. Crystal shoots me this look, and I can't help but smirk. The surprise on her face is gold like she just remembered our wild night. The vibe in the room gets a bit tense, and with everyone watching, it's like our little secret isn't a secret anymore. Things just got interesting.

Skylar does his intro thing, then bounces, leaving me to give my spiel. But seriously, everyone here knows me, so I'm like, "Let's skip the boring self-intro crap." Instead, I hit them with the plan: "Meet me on the field in half an hour, geared up for training. Today's day one." Class dismissed. I shoot Crystal one last look before making my exit, leaving the room buzzing with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

I swapped out my usual getup for some training gear and hit the empty training ground. You know, the usual stuff was lying around – weights, agility cones, and a bunch of exercise mats scattered here and there. I leaned against a post, just chilling, waiting for the squad to show up and gear up for our first training session. The vibe was buzzing with excitement, and I was curious to see how this crew would handle the grind.

There I am, towering in front of the gang of 45 students. Some of them I recognized from training sessions back in my pack – you know, the kids whose parents begged me to whip them into shape. As I scan the crew, my eyes lock on Crystal. She's geared up for training, wearing something that doesn't just scream athleticism but also cranks up the attractiveness. Heads are turning, no doubt about it. The training ground just got a whole lot more interesting.