SKYLA.
I lead the way to the kitchen. I kiss Malevolent and place her down on the table before I begin rummaging in the drawers. The quicker we find it, the quicker I can get rid of him.
He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, and for a moment I get distracted by the way his arms flex. I quickly turn away and open the next drawer, relieved when I spot the box. I carry it to the table, and open it to take out two rolls of gauze.
I quickly snip a long piece off and then begin cutting it down the middle for my poor little kitty. I then wrap her leg gently and she meows, not happy with it, but I hold her in place as she struggles, not letting me tie it.
“Malevolent, behave.” I scold lightly.
“Here, I’ll help.” He says and I allow him. His hands are already healed, and only a few extremely faint scratches remain. “So, what made you move out here at this time of year?”
“What makes you say I moved out here recently?” I counter, mimicking his tone. Our eyes meet and he smirks, his blond hair falling over his shoulder as he holds Malevolent firmly, yet gently. He reminds me of a Disney prince.
“I would have known if such a beautiful woman was living out here by herself.”
His gaze dips to my lips, and I look away.
“Surprised you can call me beautiful when I’m soaking in sweat.” I retort.
“I didn’t notice.” His gaze is a bit much, so I focus on tying the tiny bandage, which is a little fiddly. “So, what made you move out here?”
Pushy much?
“I just needed some space from my dad. He’s kinda… controlling. I just want to live my life the way I want, without anyone telling me what to do.” I sigh.
He lets go of Malevolent, his eyes seeming to hold a sharp, calculating glint to them, but it is gone as fast as it came.
He’s about to ask me something when my phone beeps and we both glance at it. It’s closer to him and I see his gaze linger on it before I reach over, snatching it up.
“Thank you for allowing me to wash my hands.” He says, glancing around before he strokes Malevolent’s head, and she purrs in response. “It’s not often I see a she-wolf with a pet cat.”
“Well, I’m not your standard she-wolf.” I reply, scooping my kitty up.
“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” He says as I slowly lead the way to the front door, opening it and I fake a sweet smile.
“Bye.”
“Bye, until next time.” He says. His gaze flickers to my phone before he gives me a nod and steps out.
I shut the door and look down at Malevolent. “Thank the gods… Come on, I’ll give you some treats and I promise, although Mama isn’t here, I’ll have you all healed up soon. Tell me, why do you always get into trouble?”
She meows and I pout.
I get it, you’re just like me.
I put some food on her plate before I look down at my phone. There’s the start of three messages on the screen.
Reign707: Can’t actually believe I’m about to meet…
Grumpy Bear: I’m still waiting for that call from you…
The last one is from a music streaming channel.
I ignore Dad’s message and text Reign instead.
I need to figure out where the club is, and how long it’s going to take me to get there. Well, time to start prepping for tonight…
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I’m wearing a long-sleeve fitted black dress with a boat neck in the front and it’s backless with several silver chains going across the back. I’ve paired it with black killer heels, smokey make up, and finishing with red lips. I have some large silver earrings and a couple of rings.
As soon as I reach the club, the bouncer smirks, looking me up and down. I raise an eyebrow at him when he pulls the rope aside and allows me to enter.
Hey, if allowing his wandering eyes to roam freely gets me in faster, I’m not going to complain.
Stepping inside, the strobing fluorescent lights and pulsating loud music assaults my senses. Along with the blinding lights there is a mix of sweat, alcohol and expensive perfume. It fills my nose, making it burn a little as my sense of smell is overwhelmed with so many bodies mashing together as people dance and mingle.
Reaching into my small shoulder bag, I take out my phone. I try to zone out the music that seems to be banging around inside of my head.
There’s still plenty of time. I sigh, flicking my hair out of my face with a jerk of my head. I glance around. There’s still an hour before he’ll be here… but I don’t mind being early. Gives me time to drink down some liquid courage and hopefully settle my nerves, although I know it won’t work.
Should I text to see where he is?
Hell no, that will make me look so needy… I ignore the looks I get as I saunter my way over to the bar and take a seat. My phone beeps and I glance down at it.
It’s from him!
Reign707: I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel. I think this is a really bad idea.
My stomach sinks. The sting of his message burns like I’ve been slapped across the face. Only it hurts way more than any slap I’ve received, because I actually let myself get excited to finally meet him.
Swallowing down my disappointment, which turns to anger, I glare at my phone. He made me feel like a fool. I should have known better than to get my hopes up.
LuciferessX: Why is it a bad idea? It was your idea, remember?
Reign707: Yeah, I know, just some stuff has come up, maybe some other time.
Wow. Just fucking wow.
He stood me up.
LuciferessX: Fine.
What more was there to say?
LuciferessX: I didn’t really want to meet, anyway.
“Can I get you something?”
I look up at the bartender. “I’ll take three shots of Vodka.”
Fuck it, I don’t need liquid courage now! I need it to calm the rage that is festering inside me, wishing I could yank him out of the little virtual chat to slap the shit out of him.
No amount of vodka is going to fix this, but it sure will make me forget for a few hours. Maybe it’s a blessing. He’s probably some dirty old man that stole photos from the internet and has been pulling himself off while looking at the pictures I’ve sent!
Fuck!
Staring down at the message, I kind of expected another message, but there’s nothing.
I put my phone down before I end up breaking it just as the bartender slides a slim tray holding three shots of vodka with lime. I down them all, sucking on the slices of lime, trying to control how angry I feel.
“Another round,” I state. It’s going to take a hell of a lot of alcohol to get me drunk, but I intend to try.
However, my eyes are drawn up when I sense an impressive aura move into my surroundings. Turning, I search for the source of this potent aura that has managed to catch my attention, and spot a gorgeous blond Alpha as he takes a seat down the bar.
He’s the exact image of a woman’s dirty fantasy. He's at least 6,6 tall, with lush blond curls and an angular jaw, not to mention those soft pink lips that look so damn soft yet don’t take away from his masculinity. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt under a black jacket and black pants. From here, I can smell him… A cool icy breeze laced with the seductive scent of cinnamon and spice. Winter… he smells of winter…
He’s on his phone, as he orders a drink from the bartender.
Why does he look oddly familiar… It takes me a moment before my eyes widen when I suddenly realise he looks a lot like the guy outside my house! But this one just looks bulkier and a lot more masculine, more of the rugged one in comparison to the princely look of the other.
His eyes snap up, and they meet mine. His face doesn’t betray anything as he skims me over before looking away.
Brothers maybe? Twins? They could definitely pass as twins…
Dude, was this place crawling with sexy blond Alpha Gods?
Hmm… what colour hair does Reign have? I frown, remembering how he cancelled on me.
Cunt.
I order another round, downing the shots that sit in front of me.
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Two hours later I’m still here, hoping maybe he’ll show… I don’t know why I thought he might just come… I really don’t…
Even Mr Greek God 2.0 seems to be waiting for someone, but he’s stopped looking at his phone and I can tell he’s getting angrier, but at the same time he keeps watching me. Guess we were both stood up tonight.
Not sure why he would be… I sure as hell wouldn’t kick him out of bed, maybe tie him to it so he could never leave.
I tilt my head, well… I wouldn’t mind a distraction… We’ve been eyeing each other up for the past two hours. I’m sure an Alpha can handle me…
I smirk, and he raises an eyebrow. I don’t break eye contact, letting my fingers skim down my neck, and I can’t help but feel satisfied when he gets up and walks over to me. Even his walk is so damn sexy. Call me fickle, but this is a distraction that I am not going to deny.
“Hey.” He says, sitting down. His voice is husky and deep, very deep.
Fuck me now.
Damn, he smells even better than he did from afar, I lick my red lips and smirk seductively. Crisp and fresh and it wards away the smell of the club.
“Hey…”
“Waiting for someone?”
“Not anymore.” I say, turning towards him. His gaze dips to my long legs that are crossed.
“Same.” He says, his eyes flash, but it is too fast for me to be sure. “That’s a lot of vodka shots,”
“Nothing makes me feel drunk, though I still try.” I chuckle, running my fingers through my hair.
My leg brushes his and I’m very aware of it. “How about we change that?” He asks suggestively.
“Sounds good to me…” I say, standing up. I pick up my bag and phone, and I walk off down towards the side door. I don’t need to turn to know that he’s following me. I can feel his eyes on me and his aura as I slip my phone into my bag.
Time to have some fun…
SKYLA. The moment I push those double doors open entering the much quieter corridor, I glance back over my shoulder. Our eyes meet for a second, there’s an intensity between us. The music is half blocked out and I give him the faintest of smiles. I turn the corner and enter the women’s restroom. It’s empty, but this will work… I lean against the wall, looking at the mirror that is hanging on the far wall. But my reflection is not of a woman struggling inside. I don’t recognize this version of myself… Don’t recognize the uncaring expression of a vixen willing to get hot and heavy in a woman’s bathroom with a stranger. The woman reflected back at me - I meet her sometimes… She’s my escape. The one I don’t even know… but tonight, like many others, I’m giving her the reins again. The door opens mere seconds behind me, and I tilt my head to look at him. “Interesting choice.” He states while locking the door. He turns around to face me, his eyes hungrily roaming over every inch of me.
ROYCE. I left. I don’t know, that just was not a conversation that I wanted to embarrass her with, by overhearing. Whatever was going on between her and her father was her business… but it did feel like I was stood up twice. The passing streetlights soon become sparse as I drive my Bentley up the winding hill towards home. I can’t get either woman out of my head. Lil Lucifer, as I like to call her, didn’t even send another message since her surprising last text that read; ‘I didn’t really want to meet anyway.’ My replies to her were ignored, although she came online several times after I sent those. Maybe she got cold feet, but she should have given me an explanation or voiced her concerns rather than just cancelling on me without even a heads up. Then there was Little Miss Green Eyes, sexy and sinful all at once, and now I kind of wish I had just fucked her first and played later. By the time I get out of my car and toss my keys to the valet, I’m even more aggravated than before.
SKYLA. Midnight Academy. Home to the annoying hormone-ridden spawns of the supernatural. One of the four schools founded by my own father, a place meant to make us fit in, to feel at home, to be ourselves. Only that depends on what is considered the norm for the supernatural. I’m one-of-a-kind, or two if you add my father. No one knows exactly what I am, but they fear me. I can see it in their eyes, smell it reeking off them. I now glance around the halls wondering if Kataleya, my twin, has arrived. Dad had offered to collect me and drive me here, but after that argument last night, I ignored his messages just letting Kat know I’ll make my own way. I walk down the hall to my locker, not missing the way those nearby edge away. They’re still scared after last year… but because they know I’m the king’s daughter, they won’t dare try to insult me when there’s no one around to protect them. Their eyes say it all. Pathetic cunts. I poke my eyes out at the nearest little putrid spawn and d
My heart races in my chest. It’s only for a few seconds before his eyes look away and he continues to skim the classroom, but the fleeting recognition didn’t pass me, making his jaw clench. He turns his attention to the class like he didn’t have his fingers inside me the other night, or recognize me for that matter. “Everyone warm up, and then I’ll be pairing you off.” He says coldly, turning away and walking to the side. I’ve already warmed up, but I still do some stretches trying to collect my racing thoughts. Royce Arden… fuck why didn’t I recognise him? I mean, I haven’t seen him, but I’ve seen his father. Blond hair, and light eyes, he has his dad’s damn jaw too. Fuck! Way to start the school year Sky. In the last few minutes of us doing our stretches, I feel his aura, only it isn’t the dominant calm one from the other night. His aura is menacing and I glance over my shoulder to look at him, his arms are folded over his broad chest. A chest I’ve run my hands down, one I fel
ROYCE.“What the actual fuck!”I internally flinch as the nasally voice of one of the girls screeches in my ear. You would think being werewolves she’d know that we have heightened hearing. The green-eyed Goddess is standing- I mean Skyla’s standing there clearly shocked. I heard rumours of something happening last year from dad, but no one really knew the full story… but there’s something that happened. One of the boys backs away before turning and jogging out of the room.Skyla’s eyes flash that same intense plum colour, and I can feel her aura rising.“I want everyone to run laps around the hall and you are not to stop until I return!” I command, taking hold of Skyla’s arm. I stare down at the tattoos for a second, an image that is currently the wallpaper screen on my unlocked screen...Seeing her had shaken me, not because I had fucking crossed a line that never should be crossed with one of my students, but because I recognised those tattoos… if only she hadn’t been wearing a long
ROYCE. Her fingertips slide under her bra and I know I need to leave. “What’s wrong? Struggling between your two heads?” She taunts in that seductive voice of hers, as soft, seductive and utterly sexy as the first time she spoke. “No.” I manage to reply, but I don’t think I sound convincing to even myself. I’m not expecting what she does next. She turns towards me, and at the same time, she pulls her bra off over her head and I find myself staring at her tits. Round, firm and perky, both nipples adorned with a little jewelled ring. I throb hard, knowing I’m now supporting a full-on hard-on. As humiliating as that is… there’s something about those dusky pink areolas and her flawless tanned skin that are keeping me mesmerised. She’s walking towards me in nothing but those red thongs and my mind is telling me I need to get out of here. With each swing of those curved hips, that tiny waist that glitters with another piercing, is messing me with. Yet, I’m unable to look away from tho
ALERIC. “I just wanted to say welcome.” The pretty little blond says as she holds out the hamper filled with chocolates, wine and a mug with my initials. How thoughtful… but I’m a little busier admiring her breasts. “Beautiful,” I say with a smile as I reach over and take the hamper from her. She smells good, expensive perfume and, of course, her own scent is pleasant enough. She blushes and bites her lips as I place it down on my desk. Despite there being a shared teachers’ lounge, I am an Arden and so of course that comes with perks. After all, our father is one of the ones who made this all possible. “Thank you… oh wait you meant the hamper, yes thank you I made it!” She gushes and I smirk, leaning against my desk. “I actually did mean you.” I say softly. So fickle. She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear as she looks up at me with eyes that hold lust. “Thanks.” She says, no longer as coy as she was. “If you do need anything or want anything… I’m always here.” I stan
SKYLA. “Ah, it’s hot! Careful!” Kataleya scolds as she swats my hand away gently from the sizzling grill that sits in front of me. “Does it matter? I will heal.” I remind her, sucking my finger clean. We are down at Kayoko’s Grill, grilling our own meat. It’s sizzling hot and damn delicious. We used to come here with Song and Azura, have some sake and enjoy chatting about boys, life, and stuff in general, but both of them have graduated. In fact, Azura has a cute little three-month-old baby now! “Missing them?” Kataleya asks knowingly. I nod. “Yeah, you know the four of us were pretty wild.” I wink at her. Her smile falters and she nods. “You and Zu were, but yes… it’s not the same. It’s still nice, me and you…” “Yes, it is… What is it, Kat?” I ask. There’s more… she’s not telling me, but something is on her mind. She tilts her head, her long sandy brown hair falling over her shoulder then her dark eyes stare at the sizzling cubes of meat on the grill. “I… I won’t be here for gr