Chapter three.
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Chapter three.
Darcy’s POV.
I struggled to wrap my head around the impossibility of it all. My second chance mate was the Lycan King? I had met him once before, two years ago, at a ceremony where he was introduced as the ruler of the Lycans.
Everyone had bowed down to him, except for me, who was too distracted by stomach pain to notice. Now, I found myself wondering why the students here didn't seem to recognize his authority and why he was teaching at this school.
II felt like I was losing my mind. “Dracy, Darcy,” I heard my name being called, and I shifted my gaze to Lydia.
She whispered, “Why are you standing?” I looked around, realizing I was the only student still standing, and all eyes were on me. I forced a smile that didn't reach my eyes and quickly sat down, swallowing hard.
My eyes met the Lycan King's, and I couldn't look away. It was as if we were locked in a silent stare-down.
Then, I heard a student whisper, “She’s attracted to the teacher.” Another chimed in, “Poor thing, she's fallen for our teacher.”
The Lycan King's eyes narrowed, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
At this point, I was starting to believe that I was genuinely cursed. The moon goddess's decision to mate me with the Lycan King, my new teacher, seemed like a cruel joke.
My eyes fixed on him, taking in his powerful physique and striking features. His long black hair cascaded down his back, and his golden eyes seemed to gleam in the light.
His chiseled cheekbones and broad shoulders made him look like a god. I licked my bottom lips unconsciously, I felt Ava stirring within me, her growl threatening to surface.
I struggled to keep her at bay, but it was no use. My gaze remained locked on the Lycan King, my gaze darted from his face to his mouth, my mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.
I let out a weary sigh and tried to convince myself that it was okay to pretend I didn't feel the mate bond. As painful as it was, I thought it was for the best.
After class, he would reject me too, and we could both go back to living our normal lives as if nothing had ever happened.
A relationship between us was impossible - he was the Lycan King and my teacher. I just needed to prepare myself for rejection, which I had experienced before. The worst that could happen was that I'd be weak for at least a week, but I'd be fine.
I tried to focus on the class, pulling out my book and placing it on the desk. But my attention kept wandering back to him. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was staring at me every time I looked up.
At first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but every time I raised my head, I caught him gazing at me. His eyes would linger for a moment before shifting away.
I had a bad feeling about this. It wasn't a gaze of love or hate, but something I couldn't quite put my finger on.
My intuition was screaming warnings, and I couldn't ignore it. I fixed my gaze on him, but his expression remained neutral. What was going on?
Nearby, a girl and her mate sat together, and the Lycan King addressed them, his tone laced with skepticism.
"You two are mates?" They nodded in unison, prompting a dismissive scoff from the king. His gaze then shifted to me, and I hastily looked away, feigning nonchalance as I toyed with my hair.
Lydia noticed my discomfort and inquired about my well-being. I reassured her with a nod and a forced smile, choosing not to tell her about the mate bond since we would be rejecting each other anyway.
My attention drifted back to the Lycan King, who continued to stare at me intently. His eyes narrowed, and he refocused on the lesson.
As the class drew to a close, his deep, resonant voice sent an unexpected thrill through me, "I will be assigning you all a project." His words stirred a flutter of arousal within me.
The Lycan King announced, “We have reached the end of today's class.”
I quickly packed my books, eager to leave first with my friends for lunch. “Are you ready to go?” I asked Lydia, and she nodded.
I grabbed her hand, but she resisted, saying, “Let’s wait for the others.”
I shook my head, “They will meet us up.”
Lydia asked, “What’s the rush?”
I shook my head again, “Nothing, please let's go.” I begged, and she hesitated before nodding.
I dragged her towards the door, but just as we were about to step out, a deep voice called my name, “Darcy Hayes.” I froze, my heart skipping a beat.
I turned around slowly, and my eyes met the Lycan King's, whose hands were crossed behind his back. I was taken aback to discover that he knew my name.
“Darcy Hayes is the new class president,” he announced, causing the entire class to gasp in shock.
“What?!” I exclaimed, but he simply smirked, turning to face the class.
“She’s the new class president, so direct any questions or concerns to her, and she'll respond accordingly," he said.
“I don’t want the….” but my words trialed off as Lydia quickly covered my mouth, and my eyes widened in surprise.
"Sorry, sir, she doesn't know what she's saying," Lydia intervened, and I shook my head, whispering to her, "Lydia, I don't want the position."
But she insisted, her teeth clenched, "Why reject it? Don't miss this opportunity."
I asked her what opportunity she was talking about, and she let out a hiss, "You want to communicate with our classmates? This is the perfect chance. Take it, I swear you'll be acknowledged by the class."
Lydia's words struck a chord; I did want to be acknowledged by everyone, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Despite my reservations, I heard myself say, “I’m sorry, sir. I accept it.”
But a voice in my head screamed that I was making a mistake.
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