CHAPTER TWO
1236 Words
NADIA'S POV
I didn't want to feel anymore.
That was the only thought in my head as I stumbled through the night, my shoes dangling from my hands.
My dress was no different. Smeared entirely in dirt and tears.
The moon followed me like a silent witness. Every step I took felt heavy and harsh.
And even my breath? It hurt badly.
My chest still burned from the broken bond. Even my head wasn't spared.
I stopped when I saw the bonfire. It was small, hidden at the edge of the old grounds where students sometimes sneaked out to drink and forget their lives.
The flames burned low but warm, and alive. It was almost like there were calling to me.
Someone stood there. A man.
He leaned against a tree, hands in his pocket. He looked unreal. His jaws sharp and his lips full.
His eyes were blue too, glowing broken ice.
It was beautiful. Dangerously beautiful.
I laughed, the sound ugly and cracked. “Now, I'm starting to hallucinate."
He looked up, causing our eyes to meet.
Something slammed into my chest. It wasn't the mate bond. This was something different, heavier.
Like gravity pulling in.
“You're not hallucinating,” he said calmly. His voice was deep and smooth. It slid swiftly through my skin and dived right into my bones.
I swallowed hard, my breath ceasing a second. “You should leave.”
“Why?” He asked, his brows arched.
“I'm a mess. Can't you see it?” I snapped. “I might do something stupid if you refuse to leave.”
His lips twitched. “Too late. I'm here already, waiting to see exactly what you would do.”
I stepped closer before I could stop myself. The pull was strong. And the smell of him, even stronger.
The air around him smelled intoxicating. Warm and sweet. It smelled bad too, and bitter.
My knees almost gave out.
“What's your name?” He inquired, his voice soft and gentle.
“It doesn't matter. Names don't mean anything.”
He studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “You're hurting.”
I laughed again even though I didn't find it funny. “Congratulations to you. You can see.”
I dropped onto a fallen log by the fire, my face burying in my hands. “They broke me,” I whispered. “Both of them.”
He crouched in front of me, not touching, but close enough to feel his warmth.
“Tell me more. What happened?”
I did.
I told him everything. From the birthday party to the rejection, and the words David used.
He kept quiet through it all, listening with rapt attention.
When I finished, my throat burned. Then I cried. “I want it to stop. Please.”
He tilted his head, eyes batting nonstop. “Stop what?”
“The pain,” I said, then without thinking, the words fell from my mouth.
“Kill me!”
His eyes darkened. “That's not what you want.”
“Isn't it?” I chuckled. “This pain in me? It's worse than dying.”
He reached out then, his fingers brushing against my wrist.
Cold chills ran down my spine just then. No! It felt more like fire. Heat.
He was to be blamed. I knew it.
“You don't want to die,” he said as if he didn't know what he had done to me. “You want to forget.”
I sucked in a breath. “Yes.”
Before I realized it, I felt his hand on my waist. Who made the first move? I couldn't tell.
But his hand on my waist felt so good. So firm and sure, like he was anchoring me to the world.
I clutched his jacket, my face slowly burying into his chest. He smelled even stronger up close.
I trembled. “This is a mistake,” I whispered.
“Ask me to stop, and I will.”
I didn't. I couldn't. Instead, I lifted my face and kissed him. It was reckless, wrapped with desperation and hunger.
He froze for a heartbeat, stunned. Then he kissed me back
Slow, then deep. It was like he was tasting my pain and answering with fire.
The bonfire crackled louder as our hiss grew more intense.
At that moment, I forgot David. Even Lana. The mate bond too became a thing of the past. All that existed was his mouth, his hands and the way he held me.
Like I mattered
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath ragged and uneasy.
“If we do this,” he said roughly. “You don't get to pretend it meant nothing.”
I smiled wryly. “I don't pretend anymore.”
Then he kissed harder, laying me on the grass beneath us. His hands ran across my boobs, gently caressing them.
I gasped, my chest pushing towards him. Pleasure sizzled through me in a quick procession.
“f**k meee! Yesss..” I whispered, losing myself in passion.
*******
I woke up, my head screaming endlessly.
It felt like my skull was spilling open from the inside. My entire cost ached and felt heavy.
The memories flashing through my mind left me with a smile.
The bonfire was ashes now, smoke trailing from it. I sat up slowly, panic slamming into me.
He was gone. Without a trace.
My heart sank.
On the ground beside me lay his jacket, folded neatly. My phone buzzed just then.
David.
“Don't act innocent. Everyone knows you're just a sidepiece now. Lana was always the real one,” the message read.
I stared at the screen until the words blurred.
A sob tore out of me, tears accompanying it. Down my face they glided onto the grass.
I sat still, feeling so used and humiliated. Not even the decency to utter a goodbye. And there was Davidz rubbing his rejection in my face with this text.
I gathered my things and walked home like a ghost.
By the time morning came, I looked exactly how I felt.
Dead.
Summoning every ounce of strength in me, I dragged myself into campus, my head pounding. Students laughed around, unaware that my world had ended.
Literature 101.
The first class of the day. I almost turned back. Almost.
But I didn't.
Instead, I pushed the door open and slipped into a seat at the back, my head lowered down.
My hands shook as I slowly retrieved a notebook from my bag.
Loud chatters rang through the hall. They all looked happy and excited. All except for me.
The door opened right then, silence descending upon the room instantly.
I looked to see who it was only for my blood to run cold.
My jaws dropped in shock.
It was him.
Clean, sharp and dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt. His glasses rested on his nose, giving him an even more devastating look.
One would think he owned the world with the way he walked to the front.
In a way, he did.
He set his book down, then slowly lifted his head. Our eyes locked at once, i
nstantly recognising me.
A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips. He adjusted his glasses then began.
“Good morning everyone! Professor Theodore here.”
My heart ceased for a minute.
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