Helanie:
With my breath erratic and terror filling my eyes, I stayed motionless even after he had secured the window and saved .
"Do you not eat at all?" His husky and seductive voice from behind sent chills down my spine. With much hesitation, I turned and slowly raised my head, finding Emt standing before . His beautiful hair was tousled by the wind, but he held close for a mont before quickly unwinding his arm from around my waist.
His hand alone was nearly the size of my small waist.
"I was trying to—" It was then that I realized I was probably trespassing in his study. A large desk sat in the center, covered in papers that had been scattered by the wind.
I recalled how the brothers were particularly possessive about their property.
"I’m sorry—I was just trying to," I stamred again, still in shock from how the wind had almost swept away.
"Thank you," he muttered, cutting off. I fell silent, raising my head once more.
He was watching with his head tilted slightly. "If you hadn’t co in ti, I would have lost all these papers."
He was much kinder and gentler than I expected, especially since I had heard he was the most unpredictable of the brothers. And unpredictable, as I understood, ant he could be quite dangerous when he wanted.
"Oh! Do you want to help you with them?" I offered, gesturing toward the scattered papers, trying to avoid his intense gaze. His eyes were so deep, frad by thick lashes that could make anyone self-conscious. But the real question was, did he even blink?
I have not seen him blink once, until he did. It was one heavy blink, slow and dramatic but effective.
"Sure." Instead of asking to leave or insisting he’d handle it himself, he casually stepped back and motioned for to help. I knelt down, gathering the scattered papers while he took his ti before joining in.
He calmly adjusted his pants and gave his coat a sharp tug before kneeling on one knee.
There were so many loose papers, unorganized and unclipped. Yet, even as he helped gather the docunts, he kept watching , his narrowed eyes fixed on my every move.
"Ahem! You might want to use that stapler," I uttered, not trying to be sarcastic but genuinely offering a suggestion as I spotted the stapler on the desk.
"Got it. What should I do next?" he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Uh, use it?" I raised an eyebrow, not quite expecting him to respond the way he did.
He smiled.
It wasn’t a big deal, but sothing about his presence had led to believe that he didn’t smile.
"Sure, anything else?" he asked, the hint of a smile still playing on his lips, causing a strange flutter in my chest. I quickly looked away. He was intimidating, to say the least.
That was it—I had to ask why he kept staring at .
"Is there sothing wrong?" I finally blurted out, avoiding his gaze while bundling the papers together.
"Have we t before?"
His simple question made my entire body freeze.
*Have we t before?*
So, he was trying to recall where he had seen . How could I possibly tell him it was from the night we felt the mate bond?
"We? I don’t think so," I lied, squinting slightly as if I was really trying to rember his face.
"Alright. That’ll be it. Thank you." He stood up, tossing the papers onto the table without any sign of frustration. It seed like he was naturally a bit... disorganized.
As I placed my neatly stacked bundle down, I noticed him glance at it. He placed a finger on the stack, then watched as I moved closer to the pile he had casually thrown down. I began organizing them as well.
"Your brother asked to leave after this storm," I mumbled, keeping my eyes away from him.
"And are you going to?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied with a sigh.
"I don’t want to stay where I’m not wanted. Sure, I could beg him to let stay, but that would an he’d hold power over . Next ti I make even the smallest mistake, I’d be threatened to leave," I explained, laying out why I wasn’t pushing to stay here.
"Hmm. Well, thank you very much. You can go now, but just make sure you don’t get too close to any open windows."
I turned to look at him, surprised. I hadn’t expected him to completely avoid the topic I had brought up. He was casually rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck, as if the conversation didn’t matter to him at all.
I guessed I was done here. But as I was about to leave, sothing caught my eye, stopping in my tracks. I reached for a piece of paper—more like a notice.
"The Red Jackets versus the Blue Jackets..."
"You know about that?" I hadn’t noticed when he’d turned his attention back to .
I nodded slowly, my vision blurring as mories resurfaced. The Blue Jackets were a painful reminder of the alphas from that night.
They were coming back from training. The blue Jackets represented the students of the Fellmoon Academy. It was the second best academy for training werewolves.
"Our students will be facing so of the Blue Jacket holders next month. It’s just a friendly match, but I want ours to win," he explained, walking closer and snatching the paper from my hands.
"That would be it," he repeated, dismissing once again. Without much thought, I walked out of his study. He slamd the door behind , though it didn’t feel rude, just explained his rough and loud ways even when he was very calm and polite himself.
But my mind was stuck on that piece of paper.
"Hold her hands, she’s scratching everywhere."
"She thinks she can fight the Jacket holders."
Those words were seared into my mory. I shut my eyes tightly, covering my ears with trembling hands.
The way they groped , touched —it was disgusting, humiliating. How could they be given a chance to train, to potentially beco future Alpha Kings?
No.
"No!" I muttered aloud. "They shouldn’t. They *can’t* win."
I refused to accept the possibility that they could one day rise to a higher rank after having destroyed my life.
That’s when a thought struck . The rogues had the most prestigious academy—the Red Jacket holders. The Blue Jackets, on the other hand, always tried to enter Vortex Sanctum, and when they failed to gain admission, they settled for Fellmoon, the Blue Jackets.
"I’m going to ruin them. I’ll beco a Red Jacket holder and destroy them so thoroughly they’ll wish they could go back in ti and avoid at all costs."
A single tear burned its way down my cheek as I resolved to take on this mission. It wouldn’t be easy, but I would make it happen.
Reviews
All reviews (0)