Chapter 5

Scarlett’s POV

I woke up to being alone in the room. Honestly, I was very happy to be alone. Thane turned out to be rude, although he's insanely handsome, but he also seems troubled, so maybe there's some hope there for him.

I took a walk round the room, trying to see if there was anything new from Lunaris academy. As expected, Arya had already put a search warrant for me. My pictures were all over the Internet, and everyone's definitely trying to find me like I'm some lost child, when in reality, I wanted to get away from them.

I stared at my phone, hating the way it tingled as I really wanted to get to Michelle to see what's up.

I had my bath, and hurriedly changed, tying my breasts down although it wasn't so difficult.

I was done in the bathroom and I was on my way to comb my hair when Thane walked in. He stopped at the door, and he looked at me for quite a while. The scent he had on his body was almost making me feel weird. I have never felt this way for anyone, it's like I'm drawn to him and the wolf inside me wants to do something but is being held down.

Thane walked past me to his bed. He grabbed his towel, and unbuttoned his shirt. He was sweaty, most likely from an intense workout session.

“Erm… I think we got off on the wrong foot, Thane.” I managed to say, just wanting to make peace. I am a female in the world of men, this is definitely not safe for me. “I definitely do not want to cause any trouble, and I'd stay out of your way if I have to.”

“Well, that's good, because…” He turned to look at me with his bare chest, and I completely lost my mind. The sight of his abs got me completely silent and thirsty. I did not hear anything else that he said, until he walked past me again.

Oh My God!! I don't think I can keep this act for long, because if all the boys have sexy abs, I'd end up begging for them.

I checked Seth's major, and surprisingly, we were doing the same. Coincidence has never worked so well for me until now. I pulled out the map for my classes, and I left before Thane came out.

Classes were mostly boring, and thankfully, I've not had to rip apart or shift in front of anyone. I hadn't clearly considered all these things.

I was trying to get lunch in the cafeteria when I bumped into a weird guy. I almost fell but he held my hand just before I could hit the ground. He was a lot shorter than I am, about 5’7, and he was wearing glasses. His black hair laid lazily around his face as he pulled me up.

“You're a girl.” He whispered to me, and I coughed, unable to move again.

“Huh?” I muttered, hoping that I was the one that didn't hear right, hoping that I was the one that missed what he was actually talking about.

“You're a girl.” He repeated audaciously.

“I'm not.” I lied, keeping a straight face although I was flustered.

“You'll have to prove that to me.” He stated, very intent on proving what he had just said. I scoffed, hissing at him.

“I might have just resumed, but I'll have no problem kicking your ass.” I growled. “I am not a girl!”

“Prove it to me!” He yelled, drawing a little bit of attention.

“By stripping naked?!” I snapped at him. “I have a much bigger cock than 95% of the guys here, just leave me alone.”

I tried walking out, but he caught me by my arm and pulled me back instantly.

“I'll scream for everyone to come around if you don't tell me the truth now.” He growled. He was so close to me, that I could feel his breath on my face.

“Should I get you guys a room or what's going on here?” Someone asked, moving close to us.

The one holding me tilted his head and raised his eyebrow as if to start a countdown.

I yanked my arm free of his hold, trying to be tough.

“Every…” He shouted , and I was barely able to cover his mouth before people caught on to what was happening.

I pulled him outside, sprinting a little just to get away from everyone quickly.

“What do you want?!” I asked, panting hard. “No one else can know this.”

He looked at me without saying a word. I wondered why he enjoyed watching me panic.

“Look, I don't really care why you're here or how, I just want a friend.” He said, and I was taken aback even more.

“Seriously?!” I hissed, rolling my eyes, unable to deny my gender anymore. “You started all that drama just to get a friend?”

“When you've been here for as long as I have, the end will always justify the means.” He shrugged, and I hissed again.

“What?!” I yelled at him.

“Look, I've been an orphan all my life, living with my aunt that doesn't give two fucks about me.” He said. He looked very desperate which was supposed to be a very red flag. “I've always been the odd and weird one in every gathering, and making friends have been harder than anything.”

“So yeah, I'm desperate.” He muttered. I didn't speak. I just kept looking at him, unsure of what to do. I could resonate with most of what he had said.

“Truce?” He shrugged, stretching out his right hand. I looked at it, considering the offer of a friendship.

“Fuck it.” I muttered to myself, taking his hand.

He smiled, obviously happy with himself.

“Let's get some food.” He muttered, leading the way. “And I'll also show you around here.”

“How did you figure that out?” I asked, breathing really hard. If I could be made on first contact with someone, what will happen when everyone starts noticing whatever he notices?

“You're eyebrows. Your scent is off, but the main reason was when I hit you.” He said, looking at me. “Erm… your…”

“My fucking goddamned lemons!” I said, not sure if I was excited that they weren't actually so small, or I was angry that I was made because I hit someone.

“I'd have overlooked these things, anyone would, I just tend to give more attention to details, and that's all.” He said, and I nodded at him.

“By the way, my name is Scarlett, but you should call me Seth.” I smiled.

“I'm Zion, the weird guy that no one makes friends with.” He said.

“Well, you now have a friend, and there's no way I'm leaving your ass all alone.”

I told him every single thing about what had happened to me and how I was handling it. He's a very attentive listener, and he was pretty non judgemental about it.

“That's a lot. I hate my aunt also, so we're kinda in the same shoes.” He said, and I chuckled.

“By the way, the boys here are so freaking hot.” I said, and he laughed.

“Too bad you can't hookup with any of them if you're keeping the guy cover you have right now.” Zion joked.

Then, I caught a very terrible headache. It was like my head was splitting from the inside out. It took everything in me not to slam the table or scream, because the last thing I want right now is attention.

“Are you okay?” Zion asked, whispering to me.

“I don't think so.” I growled, slamming the table because the headache was sending me.

“I think your mom is using black magic to find you.” He said, and the possibility of that crept under my skin whilst my nostrils also took another route.

“I also think my mate is in the area. He's somewhere. I can smell him. I'm drawn to him.” I growled, fighting all these feelings at once.

I grabbed Zion’s arm as the headache got worse. It was as if someone was trying to access my memories, but I wasn't allowing them. The more they tried, the harder I fought. And the harder I fought, the greater the headache I felt.

“Your body is burning up already!” Zion said, sounding traumatised. “I should get help.”

“No! Don't!” I snapped, letting my claws out. I was feeling like I'd shift if care wasn't taken. I had been pushed to the edge, and I might just lose control.

All of a sudden, the headache disappeared, and my body came back to normal. I could breathe properly, and I wheezed really loudly, coughing up terribly also.

It took a while for me to calm down, unsure if my cover had been blown or not.

I tried eating a piece of the steak on my plate when the scent came again.

My mate is somewhere here!