Lycan Princess Vampire Mate

Breathless

Liz

From the moment our eyes locked, it felt like he had peeled back the layers of my soul, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. There was no escape, no hiding; I was his, ready to be claimed, and he was my mate.

My wolf danced with joy as his scent filled the air. To her, it was like finally quenching a thirst she had long been yearning for. Time seemed to freeze, and it felt like the world faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble.

I nervously toyed with the hem of my dress, searching for something to hold onto as I gazed at him, utterly mesmerized. He stood tall, radiating confidence. The sunlight caught his hair, framing his chiseled face and warm hazel eyes that seemed to draw me in.

In that moment, I felt like I could see straight into his soul through those eyes. He wore a simple dark grey jacket over a black shirt, and his perfectly fitted jeans showcased his physique. A faint hint of cologne lingered around him, adding to the allure.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same pull I did. I watched him, eagerly anticipating whether he would approach me, to embrace or kiss me, maybe even to apologize for the years of waiting. I didn’t care that we were surrounded by people; all I wanted was him.

There was an overwhelming urge to stride over and kiss him until we were left breathless. But at the same time, I felt a playful desire to give him a light smack on the cheek for taking so long to find me.

For what felt like an eternity, I had been waiting for my true mate. And now, right before my eyes, I had connected with the most stunning person I had ever encountered.

I had read countless books and heard all sorts of stories about mating bonds, but I had never truly experienced it myself. Honestly, I was starting to think it was just a fairy tale, something that didn’t really exist. If I ever needed proof, this was it.

What’s going on? I wondered as I watched him approach me slowly. My legs felt like they might give out any second, as if they wanted to run away from my body. My heart was racing like crazy.

I figured there was no escaping it. He was definitely coming my way. He must have felt the same pull I did. I imagined him stopping right in front of me, taking my hand, kissing it, and looking deep into my eyes to declare me his mate in front of all these people. But that was just a fantasy, right?

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever was about to happen, but all I felt was a warm, rich scent and a gentle breeze brushing against my face, teasing my senses.

He walked right past me, completely ignoring the fact that I was standing there, just a few feet away. Did he not feel the electric connection that surged through me, signaling that he was my mate? Was it just me who felt it?

My mind was racing with questions, but the one that nagged at me the most was why he was acting like I didn’t exist.

My wolf whimpered as I stood there, still trying to process what had just happened, when my new friends suddenly pulled me away by the arm. I could already tell Margaret was going to have a lot to say. She had warned me that I would end up falling for the new teacher, despite my protests that I wouldn’t. And yet, here I was, feeling like a lost puppy in front of him.

It was almost as embarrassing as it was true. I had found him. The new teacher was my mate. And somehow, I felt even more miserable than I had at the start of the day.

I strolled into class, the girls were still teasing me about how starstruck I was when I laid eyes on that teacher. The second girl, who I found out was named Elma, had a pretty unusual name for a Lycan—but somehow, it suited her just right. She kept poking fun at me, and even though my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about my mate suddenly rejecting me, I couldn’t help but enjoy her company.

I wished I could make them understand that it wasn’t just a fleeting crush I felt; my wolf had truly found its mate. But I couldn’t bring myself to say anything at that moment. It was going to be a tricky situation.

As soon as we settled into our seats, Mr. Michael, our oldest professor, walked in. We weren’t as surprised to see him as he thought we would be. Especially since right behind him was the new teacher, the one who had sent my heart racing just a little while ago.

They both entered the room, and I found myself staring at him, just like every other girl in the class. He wouldn’t meet my eyes, even though I was sure he felt the same connection I had when I first saw him today. I wanted to believe that, among all the other girls, I was special because I was his mate.

“So, as some of you may know,” the professor began, “your old teacher, Mr. Joshua, is being transferred. In light of this, I’d like to introduce your new teacher, Mr. Lucian. Please give him a warm welcome.”

“Hi, Mr. Lucian…” the girls in the class chimed in flirtatiously. He flashed them a smile in return.

I was really frustrated with how the day was unfolding. First off, it was clear to me that we were mates. Secondly, he had completely ignored me. Now he was grinning back at the other girls, who only saw him as eye candy.

I couldn’t focus on anything else he was saying; my thoughts kept wandering. Did he not see me? Did he not feel the mate bond like I did? Everything felt so off—was there some logical explanation for it all?

“My name is Mr. Lucian Powers, as the professor just said,” he repeated—

Wait, what?! He… he shares my last name? My heart raced, and for a moment, I was completely lost in thought. Powers. How could this be happening?

“And I hope I don’t make you miss your old teacher,” he joked, and the room erupted in laughter.

His voice was as captivating as his looks.

Every time I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, his hazel eyes would draw me in. With his chiseled features and dark hair, combined with that mesmerizing voice, it was no wonder the other girls were swooning. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy and anger towards them.

I reached my breaking point when I realized he hadn’t looked at my face even once. He had glanced around, over me, below me, beside me. After a few minutes of waiting, I decided to take action.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lucian,” I said, finally catching his attention. My skin tingled as those hazel eyes landed on me. At least he noticed me now. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go to the restroom.”

He stared at me for a moment, as if searching for something. His gaze traveled over me before he finally spoke. “You may leave, miss—”

“Liz,” I interjected quickly before stepping out of the classroom.

Even though he had finally looked at me, it didn’t ease my unease. In fact, it only heightened my awkwardness. I could go on and on about his eyes; they exuded such elegance and beauty that I worried I might go blind if I stared too long.

As I walked away from my desk, I could still feel his gaze burning into me, leaving an imprint on my back, the word “mate” echoing in my mind.

Once I slipped out of sight, the awkwardness from the classroom faded, but his scent still clung to me, almost like it was trailing after me on purpose.

At first, I figured my mind was just messing with me. Then I heard footsteps, steady, getting closer with every beat. I paused, just for a moment, curious if it was really him. When I finally turned around, there he was. I swear, the air between us snapped, charged with something I could almost feel on my skin.

He looked straight at me, and his eyes burned with this intensity that made my whole body flush with heat.

I forgot to breathe for a second. I guess my face gave something away, because inside, I kept hoping he’d come over just to say he felt the same pull, the mate bond, everything.

“Darling, are you alright?” he asked, and suddenly, every nerve in my body jumped to attention.