Chapter three
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“What the f**k is wrong with this loser?” Scarlett asked.
“This b***h is really talking to herself like… what?” Michelle finally spoke.
Nicholas dragged me out of the pool. As I stood on my feet, I looked up at him. What did he mean by mate?
I was mated to the son of the vampire king?
Could humans even have mates?
My head spiraled.
The bell suddenly rang. It was time for class.
“Meet me in the school library in one hour,” he instructed, and walked away.
I turned around and headed for the laundry department to dry my clothes. Because of this, I was thirty minutes late to science class.
“Ms. Creed, you are late,” Mrs. Parker, the chemistry teacher, said. Before I could explain why I was late, she gestured to a seat. “Go to your seat.”
I blinked, stunned, but I obeyed and moved to sit.
“I told her your notebook got wet because of me. You have an extra week to finish it,” Nicholas’s voice echoed in my head.
I looked back to face him. He didn’t look at me; his eyes were fixed on the teacher.
I faced forward, curling my fingers against the desk in front of me.
How did I manage to mate with the son of the vampire king?
Could I hear all of his thoughts or something?
How do we break the bond? I didn’t want to be mated to a cold, emotionless freak.
Soon class ended. I rushed to the school’s library. I used to come here all the time to study. Like always, it was empty. I placed my bag on a desk. As I pulled out a chair to sit on, the sudden sound of footsteps halted me.
I turned back and saw Nicholas. I quickly straightened myself.
He didn’t say a word. Instead, he silently moved to a bookshelf and ran his hand through the stacked books. He stopped as he found the one he was looking for and pulled it out.
I drew closer. Did it contain a way for us to break the bond?
I looked in confusion as he flipped through the book in his hand. Before I could ask what he was doing, he smacked me on the head with it. My hand flew to my head. “What was that for?”
“You don’t want to be mated to a cold, emotionless freak?” He smacked me again.
My lips parted. He heard that?
“Of course I heard it,” he hissed.
And that too?
“Yes, and that!”
I gaped and covered my mouth with my palm.
He tossed the book aside and began to move closer to me. I stumbled backwards, but he kept drawing closer. “W…what are you trying to do?” I stuttered.
My breath hitched loudly as my body hit the table behind me. He leaned lower, slid his hand between my thighs, and lifted me onto the top of the table. I quickly moved my hands behind me to support myself, watching as he stood between my legs.
“Cold, emotionless freak,” he mumbled. He wore an annoyed look on his face, or was he offended?
He reached for my jacket and slid it off me.
I looked at him in shock. What exactly was he up to?
He reached for my hand and slid my sleeve up my arm. He sighed as he looked at the tattoo on my wrist. “You have it. You really are my mate,” his grey eyes met mine.
“What does it mean?” I asked.
He reached for his own jacket and slid it off, placing it on the desk beside me. He slid up his sleeve and held up his wrist. It was the same tattoo. “Every member of the royal family has their mark, those that are royalty by blood,” he looked at my wrist, “and those that are mated to us.”
I looked at my wrist, observing the tattoo. “How do we get it off? I don’t want to be mated to you, nor do I want this tattoo on me.”
“It’s not a tattoo. It’s a mark, my family’s crest.”
Did that matter? I wanted it off.
He sighed. “Of course. The mating bond happens on its own. It goes away on its own too. I read in a book somewhere in the royal library that if a vampire mates to royalty, it will disappear in eighty days if…”
“If what?”
“If they don’t fall in love. The mating bond doesn’t force people into a loveless marriage. If we can go eighty days without falling for each other, the mark will disappear from your skin.”
Hope rose within me. “That should be easy,” I smiled.
His brows pinched together. His eyes searched mine. I could tell he was thinking about something, but why couldn’t I hear it?
“I can’t hear your thoughts.”
He pulled away from me and grabbed his jacket. “You can only hear my thoughts when I’m in danger or when I want you to hear them. You’ve been hearing everything because we just mated, the connection needed time to settle,” he said. He slid his jacket on and began to walk off.
I slid down from the table and threw my jacket on.
I rushed to leave the place. When I got to the door, I saw Nicholas standing in front of it. “Why aren’t you leaving?”
“Somebody locked the door,” he said as he looked at it.
My lips parted. “What?”
He looked at the watch on his hand. “By now the students have all gone home. Of course they locked it.” He raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“What are we going to do?”
He slid his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll text somebody to open it up.” I waited a few seconds and watched him bite his lower lip. He looked up at me. The ray of light from the chandelier gave his black hair white highlights. “He will be here in an hour.”
“An hour!” I exclaimed. My head flung back. I was too exhausted and needed something to eat.
I turned and walked deeper into the library. I slumped onto a chair and placed my head on the wooden desk in front of me.
I listened to Nicholas’s footsteps as he paced around the place. A few minutes passed. I was even hungrier now. My head sprang up as something slammed hard against the table. It was a book.
“I understand that you have questions about our little situation,” he said. “That book will help.”
The book had a black cover with the title “Mating Bond” embossed on it.
I reached for it, but as I slid it toward me, I felt something sharp slide against my skin. “Argh!” I shouted. I looked at my thumb. A splinter from the wooden table had cut me. It wasn’t like last time when the staff left only a little drop of blood. This time there was a streak of blood seeping out of it.
I heard Nicholas’s breath, slow, steady, but loud enough for me to hear. I looked up at him. His eyes had turne
d red, fixed on my wound. His fangs had extended from his teeth.
My blood ran cold.
He wouldn’t feed on me… right?
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