SKYLA.
Those few seconds feel like forever, until I see the three dots that signal that he’s typing.
Reign707: Wow… I may have a PhD in English, but I’m pretty lost for words right now… The tattoo is far sexier than the draft you sent me last month. Secondly, maybe I’m crossing the line, but you’re even hotter naked, and I didn’t think that was possible.
My stomach flutters and I smirk and text my reply.
LuciferessX: Thanks XD. Soo, do I get a picture in return?
It’s kind of hot in here, and even when I slip between the sheets of my freshly made bed, I still can’t shake that feeling away.
Reign707: I guess it’s only fair, but I’m pre-warning you, I have just consumed a 20” pizza.
LuciferessX: Don’t worry, I’ll keep that in mind when I admire your food baby.
Reign707: Lol
A picture loads and I find myself staring at the most drool-worthy eight-pack I’ve ever seen. Oh damn, he’s sizzling… he’s tanned, and every groove of his chiselled body is perfect… I can see the band of what appears to be some black boxers, and from what I can see, he’s sitting in a black leather chair. One hand has his white tee pulled up, showing that he just took a quick snap right now.
Oh fuck…
Reign707: Lost for words?
And feeling a little bothered?
LuciferessX: Damn, you are totally lickable. Do you taste as good as you look?
I bite my lip, knowing we are crossing into uncharted waters… I’m not sure where we stand. This won’t push him away, will it?
Reign707: I don’t know, want to test me out?
LuciferessX: Don’t tempt the devil with sin.
Reign707: Isn’t it the devil who makes others sin?
LuciferessX: The temptation isn’t easy to deny… so tell me, how are you holding up?
Silence. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him that. I mean, I just killed the mood, but after a few moments, I see he’s typing.
Reign707: Not bad at all. I have someone who keeps me occupied. Plus, a pretty gorgeous picture that’s kind of knocked the ball out of the park.
I bite my lip, running my fingers through my short black hair. I had it cut just last week. I love long hair, but it’s a headache to look after.
LuciferessX: If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’m here.
There’s silence and I wonder if I should send a follow-up. I may have crossed the line, but I’m pretty upfront. I’m thinking what to reply when he’s typing again, and I look at the second message that pops up, and my heart thuds as I read it.
Reign707: I think it’s high time we meet. I want to know the woman who’s ruined my nights.
That could be taken two ways… We text until one of us falls asleep… usually me… or it could mean more…
My heart thumps as I sit up, making Malevolent stir from where she’s sleeping comfortably on the edge of the bed.
Meet…
I want to meet him, I really do, but there’s a part of me that’s worried it will just mark the end for us. If I lose control, if I can’t control my Lycan, I might end up hurting him. That’s why I’m out here and not at the academy dorms.
Reign707: That silence doesn’t sound good, are you afraid? We’ll meet somewhere crowded. You said you moved south. Let’s meet at Dolce Vita. I won’t bite.
I might…
He doesn’t even know where exactly I am. After all, he doesn’t know I’m attending Midnight Academy, I told him I’m moving this way for work…
Yeah, one lie to make sure nothing leads back to who I am. What shall I do? He never told me what pack he’s from and I never told mine either… Would he recognise me?
LuciferessX: Sure. Let’s meet tomorrow at ten?
Reign707: Excellent, see you tomorrow. It’s rather late, you should get some rest.
LuciferessX: Sure, but how will I know it’s you?
Reign707: I’ll recognise you. I’m certain of it.
LuciferessX: Mmm, now that sounds fun.
Reign707: I agree. Goodnight.
We end our conversation and I lie there staring at the ceiling. I’m excited, and a little nervous, but most of all, there’s this fire inside of me. The thrill of meeting him makes any sleepiness vanish.
I slowly sit up and reach for my crossbody bag that sits on the floor near the bed, and lean back against the headboard as I slip my hand inside and pull out a vial of deep purple liquid. The moon shines through the cracks in the blinds and I sigh. As long as nothing triggers me off, I should be ok.
Last year, just before we broke up for the holiday, a group of boys had the audacity to make some lewd marks about my twin Kataleya. The thing is, I may get around and be ok to send my nudes or whatever, but Kataleya is the opposite of me, where I’m dark, dangerous and don’t give a fuck. Kataleya is light, pure, and she’s sensitive. I had lost my shit and my Lycan had taken control… and I almost killed one of them…
I may not see eye to eye with Dad, but the power that a Lycan holds is intense. It’s why I don’t commit to a relationship either, sooner or later they show that fear… fear of me. I need a partner who can handle me. Someone strong enough to not care when I lose my shit, that is what I want. I place the vial back in my bag, and curl up under my duvet.
I am the Alpha King’s daughter. I will learn to control myself. I have to… just the way he learned to.
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The following morning, I leave the house before the sun has even risen. I know one would think you shouldn’t venture out into the woods, but I honestly don’t think you’ll find anything more dangerous than me out there.
I’m in a pair of black sweatpants and a sports bra, and my trainers barely touch the ground as I run through the trees. I’m tempted to shift, but I can’t risk it, especially during the day. I just get back to the house when I stop in my tracks, catching a rich, intoxicating scent. It smells of fresh air, roses and something I can’t place.
A vivid memory of my family around the barbeque, the smell of fresh flowers and freshly cut grass fill my nose.
The scent of summer.
Someone’s here, and by the aura, I know it’s an Alpha. I rush up the path and through the gate when I see a man in black pants and a white shirt standing in front of the door, holding Malevolent. There’s blood… my face pales when I see the blood that seems to drip from Malevolent’s paw, and over the Alpha’s hand.
“Let her go!” I snarl, my eyes blazing, and I’m in front of them in a flash.
Did he hurt her?
“Hey, I’m sorry, but I found her tangled in the thorny bushes.” He says in his deep, husky voice, making me freeze. My heart thunders and my eyes return to normal as I slowly look up at him, realising I had overreacted.
He raises his hand in surrender, letting me take her from him, and she meows pitifully. I take the moment to gather my thoughts as I observe him.
He’s tall, roughly around 6,4 and he’s got a lean build, but I can see the hard muscles through the white shirt. As for his hair… well, let’s just say it’s this gorgeous blond. It reaches his shoulders, falling in straight waves, framing his sharp face, which is set with sexy grey eyes.
Damn… I do have a thing for blonds, but right now I don’t know what to think of him just showing up in the middle of nowhere. I watch him, clutching my cat to my chest.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask, looking him over. He isn’t dressed for a run…
“I was just passing through and I heard her meowing, and well, that’s when I saw her tangled in the thorny bush. I presumed she may belong to the new tenants here. I actually didn’t expect it to be a werewolf.” He smiles charmingly, as he shows me his hands which are full of scratches, more signs that he had rescued her from the bushes.
I cock a brow. I may have a temper, but I love animals, especially my Malevolent. She’s the only one who will never leave me.
“The place is owned by werewolves; you shouldn’t be so surprised… I’m sorry for overreacting. When I saw you holding her and the blood, I was worried.” I explain.
“Don’t apologise. It’s only natural to be worried about her. I’m glad she’s safe. I’m Aleric, by the way.”
“Hi… I’m Skyla.” I reply reluctantly, not really wanting to give my name to a stranger.
Why did his name seem familiar? I swear it feels like I’ve heard it…
Think Sky… he’s alpha blooded, strong too… Do I know of any Alpha with that name? I don’t want to ask for his Pack or surname just in case he asks mine.
“You’re not one to trust strangers.” He remarks, with a sexy smile.
“Yeah… I like to be low-key, and I’m a private person.” I reply.
I know Mama would have probably wanted me to give him something to stem the bleeding, but I just want him to be gone.
Ah, who cares? He’s an Alpha. He’ll heal, right?
I unlock the door and step inside.
“I-”
“Thank you! Bye!” I exclaim, trying to shut the door in his face, but he puts his foot in the door, stopping it from shutting.
“Sorry to be a bother, but do you mind if I wash the blood off? I don’t want to ruin my shirt.”
I can’t refuse an open request… He did help Malevolent…
She meows, and I look down at my poor little kitty, and I scratch behind her neck.
I guess I’ll have to help the Gorgeous Greek God.
“Come in. I think I saw a first aid box somewhere.”
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, hi
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