******************Blake's POV****************
Being the only wolfless student in a school meant for werewolves is just awful. To be honest, the word "awful" is a bit too simple to express my hate toward school. How do I put it? Oh, right! I got it.
"I hate this shitty place more than the hell hole that I call 'home!"
Yes, I hate my home too. Let me correct that, "I despise the house I have spent my pathetic life in since I was little."
My life is more like a twisted Cinderella story. However, in my case, I'm the step-sister whose mother is nowhere in sight and whose father detests her as much as his wife and daughter do.
The truth is, he was more considerable to me when I was little until I hit puberty, and my wolf refused to show up like every teenager at my age wolves did. After that disappointing full-moon night, he became a monster that I fear. But mostly, I detest him.
When the limousine came to a stop, I felt my breath cut because I knew that behind that tinted glass was another shitty place that was ready to cage and torture me.
Even though I wanted to reach for the door handle, fear kept me at a standstill, and I was at war with my anxieties which seemed to be winning so far against my confidence.
"If I get one bad report from your school concerning you this year, you will visit the 'night' for an entire month!" A cold voice speared through my ear, sending chills down my spine.
Unable to shake off the feeling of panic, I shut my eyelids. Then I slowly raised my lashes and hesitated for a few seconds.
Not wanting to make the monster more annoyed, I swayed my gaze towards my father, staring directly at his icy expression.
As we glared at each other, I could tell he had no soul behind those icy gray eyes of his because "The Night" was a dark and cold dungeon used to punish the dangerous fugitives within the pack.
Believe me when I tell you that I have been through dreadful things and punishment. Despite all that I have endured, I draw the line at "The Night." That place is brutal and not for the weak.
The howls of wolves that got sent there in the past hunted me when I was little and still do even now, and as I intensely gazed at Loki, my only thought was how my father could be so vicious to think of sending me to such a place, even though his savagery wasn't strange to me.
Although I was sore and had a few words that I wanted to get off my chest, I kept my lips sealed because the truth was, I didn't want to get Loki mad at me, especially not on the first day of a new semester.
But it was no secret to me that there was no way I would stay out of trouble on the first day of school, even if I wanted to do so, and Loki needed to get reminded of that since he had forgotten apparently.
"Everyone in there knows that I am wolfless, and there is no way that they are not going to pick on me or beat the crap out of me, even if I hide in the bathroom!" I boldly uttered, looking at my father directly into his eyes.
"That's not my damn concern!" Loki uttered, scowling at me. "Having you as my daughter is already degrading enough! So I need you to be on your best behavior this year! Do you fucking understand me?!"
Classic Loki's behavior! He never seems to give a shit about anything when it comes to me because the biggest disappointment in his life is 'me,' and now that I think about all the time that I heard those exact words from him when I needed him to be a father, it pisses me off, a lot!
"Oh, I will be on my best behavior! But are the fools in there aware that you want me to be on my best behavior?! Because they are the reason for all the bad reports that I got last year!" I calmly uttered, even though I wanted to scream it from a rooftop.
With his grey eyes cold as always, Loki scowled at me and lashed out, "Well, maybe if you weren't so,"
"Useless?! I didn't ask to get born this way and into this mess! If you want to throw your useless blame on someone, how about you put it on my neglectful mother who ghosted me when I was little, and on you who is the worst father ever!" I shouted without thinking for a second.
"Never speak to the monster without running your words in your head two to three times!" That is my rule, and I just broke it.
Immediately, I regretted every second that I spent uttering those words because of the look of insanity that spiked in Loki's eyes as they shifted red.
"Run!" was the only thought that screamed in my head, but I knew that there was no escape. So I sat still, feeling weak in my knees as my heart pounded while I remembered my father's brutishness.
"You little worthless brat!!" Loki shouted, raising his hand.
Giving me an icy stare, he released a vicious slap in my face, and I could hear a piercing noise buzzing in my ear as the pain ripped through my head, giving me a nasty headache.
Suddenly feeling a warm liquid running down my nose, I looked at my palm, and then a drop of blood landed on my skin.
I was bleeding from my nostril, and that is the pettiest force Loki's hit can get. The truth is, he when easy on me this time. Maybe it was because I had to attend a class in like a few minutes from now.
Throwing Loki a hard stare, I uttered no words to him. Then I pushed the car door open, ran out of the limousine, and headed into the building, ignoring the number of people staring at me.
With my bloodstained hand clapped tightly over my nose and hoodie covering my face, I rushed down the hallway of my school with my head bent.
The instant I turned the corridor and was about to walk down the hallway, a student suddenly crashed into my shoulder with his.
But I immediately rushed past him since I wasn't looking for another bruise to deal with and continued walking fast down the hall, ignoring the pain in my arm and pretending like I didn't hear him when he shouted after me, "Watch where you are going, you wolfless freak!"
That's so original! If I had a dollar for every time I have heard that stupid insult, I would be rich enough to buy a plane ticket to get out of this shitty city because it's all that I have been dreaming of since I was little. But I'm broke!
Finally, when I arrived at the bathroom area, my mind was too disturbed, and I didn't give the care to stare at the sign on the door and hurriedly pushed it open, rushing inside.
Immediately, I locked the door behind me, and locked it, afraid for someone to walk in on me.
Then I rested against its wooden surface, letting out a deep sigh.
After giving myself a few seconds to calm down, I drew my hand from my nose and then gently touched the tip of my nostril before staring at my thumb.
"The bleeding has stopped," I mumbled, feeling annoyed at the bloodstain on my palm.Then the hair on my neck suddenly stood when I heard a deep man's voice, "You are in the wrong room.""Oh shit!" I mumbled beneath my breath with my gaze glued to the floor as it slowly clicked to my mind that I have entered the men's bathroom.There's nothing weirder than walking into a room filled with male werewolves, taking a shit, or peeing, and I felt my body shut down just by thinking about it. Even though I haven't transformed into my wolf yet, my werewolf gene is quite active, and I had some the abilities like quick healing power and the sense of smell. But fate decided to screw me up and also make my human gene dominant which means that I was a weak being with no powers of speed, strength, and most of the cool stuff that comes with being a werewolf. Drawing a deep breath, I realized that whoever I was in the room with, didn't have a scent, and it kind of freaked me out because only alphas could hide their scent. A couple of minutes went by in silence. Then chills ran down my spine as a cold voice echoed into my ears, "Did you understand what I said, or are you deaf!" The arrogance in his tone made me lose it, and I lashed out without thinking, "I heard you the first time. There's no need to be rude, you know!
For several minutes I tried to not stare at Nero. But of course, I ended up doing that a couple of times and felt annoyed that I was doing so. But every time his voice echoed into my ears, I felt a strong sensation, almost like I was drawn to him. No! It was like a part of me was drawn to professor Fang, and I couldn't put it in words, but something about him just kept me nervous and yet aroused. It was the weirdest feeling and yet, I was drowning in it each time our gaze met or I heard his voice. My eyes kept dragging back towards his lips each time I pulled them away from him, and when Nero locked eyes with me, I swallowed hard even though it wasn't quenching the thirst that I felt.
********************Nero POV*************** After stepping on the brake pedal, I pushed the driver's door open and rushed out of the car. Then I headed over to the back door, opened it, and then reached into the backseat for Blake. When my hand touched her skin, my eyes widened with panic glowing in them because she was burning up. Once I had lifted Blake from the car seat, I tightened my grip on her arms and legs before racing with her into my house. A few minutes later, I got into my room with Blake and carried her to the bed, resting her on the mattress. Her clothes were messy with bloodstains, and I noticed that she was in a lot of pain from the look of distress on her face. But there was nothing that I could do for her since she begged me when I was carrying her out of the class not to take her home or to the hospital. So here I was with a student of mine in my bedroom, on my mistress, and taking such a bold risk for someone who I shouldn't be messing with at such a critica
Resting her palms flat against my chest, Blake looked at me and mumbled, "Mr. Fang, why ain't you doing anything, and just looking at me. Don't you want to touch me too?" "Hey," I uttered, frowning at her. "What do you think you are doing now!" "Huh," "Trying to dare me, uh?" Noticing the look of confusion in her ignorant eyes, I drew upward towards her face and said, "I have never felt this way before, especially to a woman because it shouldn't be possible. What did you do to me?" "What? Huh?" Nothing happened for a moment as I lay still, staring at her while she pouted at me.
*****************Luna POV****************** This mansion has never been so irksome and loud as it is tonight, and it is all because of my bastard sister. Since she decided to run away from school, my father has been acting up and having everyone's heart up in their ass. From the day I could remember, I never liked her. But now, I despise her even more and I don't care if she never returns home. That way, she would be doing all of us a favor. I mean, what's the use of having a useless sister who can't even transform like everyone else, even though her faults do me more good than harm. It grew silent for a moment. Then my father robust tone suddenly
*****************Blake POV****************** When the light of dawn shone on my face, I kept staring at the window, annoyed that it was morning already and I haven't fallen asleep like I wanted to do. Suddenly the echo of a soft knock drew my attention towards the doorway. “Come in,” I mumbled, focusing back on the window. A few seconds later, Nero walked into the room, gazed at me, and said, “Come downstairs to eat. I made breakfast.” After waiting for a few seconds, I threw the bedspread off me and got out of bed. Then I stopped in front
After walking over to the back of the class, I put threw my bag on the desk, sat down, and relaxed in the seat. Suddenly a frown surfaced on my face as I stared at Nero walking into the classroom. At that moment, my gaze rested on Karen as she sat in the seat beside me, and anger spiked inside of me while I clutched my fist. Suddenly, Karen turned around, gazed at me, and cheerfully said, "Good morning, Blake." “Have you lost your sense of shame, talking to me after what you did?” I harshly uttered, glaring at her. A pitiful look settled on Karen's face as she pouted and said, "Someone is moody thi
As I stared at Blake, I could tell that she was holding in her breath and fighting back her tears while she gazed back at me. But I said nothing as I kept gazing at her wet eyes, bruised lip, and bloodstained nose. Even if I wanted to, I didn't know what to say to her at such a moment. So I dragged my gaze off her and coldly uttered, "Blake, I think you and your father have disrupted my class enough, so maybe you should take a seat, or get out!" Feeling her eyes on me, I turned around, and the moment our eyes locked, I paused for a moment and then said, "Did you hear m..." "I did," Blake mumbled beneath her breath with her ga