2. DOWNTOWN CARSON

VIVIAN'S POV

It scared the living daylights out of me when I looked up and saw that it was just the instructor at the front row attempting to put the class in order.

"Alright, settle down everyone."

"You will work on a short-term task, or should I say, a project. Which be will designing the costume for the choral group, who will be attending the school prom in two weeks time".

Energized mumbles rang through the class. I sat there totally perplexed as many thoughts ran through my mind. I've never been to a prom hosted by the county sheriff. I can't remember having one in where I came from. It was totally strange to me, but it was surely going to be more than just a feast.

"I'm grouping you in pairs, a duo kind of stuff, you know?" The instructor said with a smirk.

"For the prom?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I'm going to call out each duo alongside their partners, and you're going to remain together until the end of the undertaking. We got the first duo on the list, Rob and Jasmine......"She continued reading out the names till she got to Elena.

"Elena and Tyler, I hope the two of you will get along together," she said. Elena screeched in shock and attempted to cuddle Tyler, while Tyler looked somewhat awkward as everyone's eyes stared in their direction and he taught how much of a jackass his sister could be. I surmise everyone in class was used to Elena's unsteady or mutable character.

"From the readings on my tarot card, it seems we're only left with a single pair, namely Vivian Blackwood and Adolphus Creed."

"Has anybody seen Creed today?"

"He said he's going to arrive late, like some thirty-minutes from now," Devon, a blonde-haired Caucasian, echoed from behind.

"Okay, the info we got is that Mr. Creed is unavoidably absent. By the way, Vivian, I think you can figure out the whole thing by yourself. Cus, it seems Creed might not be showing up today," the instructor said assuringly.

"Sure, I will," I said and took out a piece of paper.

"Who's this guy?" I asked Elena while half of the entire class had started discussing the pros and cons to be observed before the upcoming prom. Elena and Tyler went numb, and both gazed at the empty seat.

"Oh, dammit!"

I yelled somewhat disappointed as I quickly discerned that I was currently matched with the Alpha.

Creed was so horrible that even a mere mention of his name made a rogues like Elena to become docile and inactive. He must be very hardened.................

It was time for the next lesson, and this time around the instructor was a man in his early forties with a pair of glasses dressed in some old shirts and a mismatched pair of trousers obviously made from two different materials.

The Instructor, Mr Stewart, appeared to be odd and out of proportion. He was marginally straightforward. He appeared to be adequately pleasant, however; he didn't make me feel embarrassed by asking me to reintroduce myself once again before the entire class.

Suddenly a warm, woody oriental scent oozed in my direction. I found it difficult to breathe, the fragrance was so strong that I almost choked. The next thing, I felt someone using his palm to blindfold me and later folded his arms around me.

I stifled, and the person promptly released his arms.

"Hey, What's good?," a coarse strong voice whispered in my ear. I was in absolute shock as shivers ran down my spine and cold shivers diffused all around my neck and arms. I attempted to turn him away, yet he snarled in a feral and vicious tone, making my inner wolf growled.

"I need to be certain of your mysterious identity." I muttered as I was breathing heavily.

"You have the rest of your life to learn more about me," He snapped back and placed his head over my neck. I glared, inquisitive regarding who this outsider was and why he smelt so darn wonderful! Likewise, for what reason did he cause me to feel shivery and frightened?

"Hey, Alpha" Elena made a little bow, Tyler doing likewise after her. Which made me a little worried as to the level of reverence being given to this dude as if he was a god or something.

"It seems you've heard a lot about me, right?".

He smiled as he whispered in my ear. I panted in complete shock. Adolphus Creed, this alleged startling man, is my mate!

"Yes, a lot of terrible things about you. I'm not impressed".

"Really? You don't need to start drawing conclusions. Why not get close to me and then we can understand each other? It's no big deal".

Wow! I figured out how to twirl around in his arms, heaving at the sight before me. He was hot and extremely cute. But his cuteness was an absolute waste, since his character was the exact opposite.

He had dyed brown spikey hair. I felt like I needed to run my hands through it. He had piercing dark green eyes alongside thick eyebrows.

Nature obviously made it that way to make all the girls envious. He had a pointed nose and huge pink lips to die for.

He had a strong, chiseled jaw that reminded me of Thor. I looked further down and my eye balls almost dropped out of my eye sockets. He was a great sight to behold at the same time a menace to society. I could still see his abs through his tight fitting transparent t-shirt.

Oh my God! He was such a hunky shape shifter. At the point when my eyes met his gaze, he grinned at me.

"Well, I'm still not impressed" I said blushing as I turned away from his grasp walking over to my seat. However, Creed still held my hands and dragged me towards himself.

"Hey, try not to leave me, okay?" he snapped, and I gazed at him, stunned and somewhat terrified. He pulled me over to his seat and sat me close to him. I was excessively frightened to move to another seat.

Creed threw his arm around my shoulders. He was extremely possessive.

Creed's lovely fragrance was making me not think clearly, preventing me from concentrating.

Towards the ending of the last lesson, I was apprehensive. What happens when we leave the class block? How is Creed going to react? At the point when we left the lecture hall, Creed couldn't wait to have me in his arms. He was cradling me from behind as we strolled down the doorway. It was really awkward.

"Creed, just let me walk by myself. I'm not cool with you wrapping your arms around me," I told him.

"Hey! You can't just stop me from doing what is gonna make you feel good," he snapped.

"I'm okay by myself. I simply feel awkward with you all over me," I murmured.

Creed groaned and hesitantly disengaged himself from me and settled to hold my hands for the meantime.

"What's wrong with you Creed, can you just stop touching me? I don't know you, just stay off!!" I snapped.

"I'm not letting you go!" he snapped,

and I sighed.

I could as of now tell that this is not going to end well. Nothing more, nothing less.