Mate I never wanted

Little package on the bed

Vivian POV

She handed me a small, innocent-looking box.

I had no idea what this could be. There were none that would send me anything, and there were very few people that had the clearance to send packages.

Carefully, I unwrapped the box and found a new phone with a note attached to it.

The writing on the note was neat and sharp.

I will contact you if I need you. You are free to do the same. You have clearance to have this. Internet connection is limited to messaging only. Use it wisely.

Commander Lucien, the Ninth Prince of the empire.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

He will call me?

Am I what now? A call girl for him?

And he even suggested that I call him, if I need to?

Is he serious?

What does he even mean by needing him? Does he expect me to call him when I get horny? Because he made it clear that this relationship was only to appease his mother and feed his horny fox.

There is no situation in which I would scoop so low as to call him for help. I refuse to give him any more things to hold over my head.

Anger, no pure rage, filled my chest as I gripped the phone he gave me. As my emotions started to rise, pain shot through my body and I had to grip the bed to keep myself steady. Black dots filled my vision.

"Vivian?"

Rebecca's concerned voice kept me grounded, and I managed to keep myself up.

"I'm fine. We need to get breakfast before the training starts."

No matter how much I hate it, the best idea for now was to stick close to Rebeca. She may be nosy, but she would not leave me if I passed out somewhere in the training facility. Which will happen for sure if I do not eat anything soon.

"Yeah, sure, let's go."

It was clear that she was not buying the lie that I was fine. I could feel her watchful gaze fixed on me. Side by side, we walked to the cafeteria and, to my luck, James was not in sight. Well, that is a good start.

We stopped by the food they were offering and the first thing I picked up was two cups of coffee.

"Are you sure that that is a good idea? Your hormones will be a mess without the added caffeine."

"Yeah, but without it I would probably pass out, and what is a little bit more pain."

I tried to joke, but the look on her face told me that she did not find my lame attempt at a joke funny.

"Well then, at least get something filling to eat. You need something heavy and greasy."

She said with a sad smile as she extended a plate with sausage with egg on it, but the scent alone made me want to vomit. Fiercely, I shook my head.

"Nope... I can't..."

I could feel my face go pale, and I gripped the nearest table to steady myself.

"Okay, why don't you take your coffee and I will try to find something filling but easy on a sensitive stomach."

Without opening my eyes, I nodded.

"Thank you..."

I whispered and made my way to one of the empty tables.

As I sat down, a crowd formed a few tables next to me, and they were loud, making the light headache I had before turn into a full-on-migraine.

Great... just f*****g great...

A little growl escaped my chest as an annoying laugh filled the room.

A few moments later, a tray slid across the table and stopped in front of me. On it, I saw a selection of fruit, yogurt and light oatmeal.

"Freaking Nobel's, can't keep quiet, IT'S TOO FREAKING EARLY IN THE MORNING FOR BEING SO LOUD."

She was extra loud in the last part, just so everyone in the cafeteria would hear her.

Nobel's were a select club that Royal hybrids get invited to. Mostly it's meant to unite the most promising and talented royals, a great place to make connections and such. In other words, who was part of that group will be the next leaders of the empire. They get appointed high positions and are seen favorably by the emperor and his family. Generally, a golden ticket.

It's invitations only and there is a limited number of hybrids that can be in the club. The only way that a place frees up is if either someone graduates, messes up astronomically or dies. A lot of families see that position as a dream for their child and would stop at nothing to get their child there.

Luckily, I was lacking in the royal category and my animal, no matter how strong, was not really appreciated in the club. Sure, the president of the club was also a wolf hybrid, but he was a male hybrid and that was a bit of a different story.

One other reason why being a Nobel was so sought after was because they could personally meet the ninth prince. A honor only given to a few, but the idea alone made my skin crawl.

If I had to spend time with him in public, play the part of a fan girl as it was expected of me… I would probably die…

But the idea of seeing him now suddenly did not seem like such a bad one. Something in me was sure that his presence alone would make all the pain go away… that only one of his touch would stop the cramping and would stop all the pain… that his hands around me would put me to sleep, and I would wake up all good in the morning… that he…

NO.

I can’t let my pheromone induced brain go down that road. If I let myself go down there, it would only a question of time until I crawled to him to make all this pain go away.

Slowly, I sipped my coffee as I tried to ignore the noise coming from the table on the other side of the room. As coffee hit my taste buds, I could almost feel it spreading though my body. With caffeine's help, my brain started to work for the first time today. My eyes slowly opened, and I was met by Rebeca's concerned gaze. Now that my brain started to work properly, and the pain became a bit more manageable, I could not ignore how concerned she was and how much she did for me this morning.

One question rose in my mind.

Why?

Why did she help me or care what happened to me?

In more senses than one, I was her competition. If I fail this training, her chances of scoring higher are more likely. If she scores higher, she can get a better spot not only in the academy, but in life later on.

"Thanks..."

I whispered and her concerned facial expression softened.

"For what?"

"For helping me.... can I ask why are you doing this? It doesn't make sense that you are being nice to me."

My question shocked her for a moment, but then she just started to laugh.

"You know there is this thing called common decency?"

"Yeah, but it's something that exists in the lower ranks, not among the royals. No one here does anything just to be nice. So..."

She stared at me, her cat-like eyes shining with something I could not put my finger on. She just laughed at my serious tone and picked up the sandwich she had brought for herself.

"Well, I am doing it just to be nice. I have no hidden reason as to why I am nice to you, so you can calm down."

I sat there staring at her, not believing a word she was saying. She looked up at me and saw that I was not dropping this.

"Fine, you are entertaining and this place is very boring."

"I'm entertaining?"

She rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"Yes, your life is like a soap opera right now. A long-lost sister returns and pushes you out of your life, steals your fiancé and all that. On top of that, you get a new love interest, and it makes your previous fiancé crazy jealous of you. It's exiting. This has more plot than most shows. As there is no way to catch up with my shows here, I will do the next best thing by following along your drama."

I stared at her, not able to believe what she was saying... she was helping me because she wanted to be close to the source of her entertainment.

This... this was not what I was expecting from her, but at the same time very befitting the cat hybrid.

"Well, I guess it's good that my suffering is entertaining, at least for someone."

I whispered as our bracelets vibrated, indicating that our next training would start in five minutes.

"It's shooting. Well, at least we won't need to run for hours again."