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HARRY'S POV

"No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.."

Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most.

Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world.

Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection.

'Chuckles.'

Or just my one-way ticket to getting bullied? We were the weakest, everyone despised us. No one cared to hide the looks of irritation in their eyes whenever we had general supernatural meetings. Like they wanted us all wiped out.

"It's funny how all these are the least of my problems." My face squeezed with pure agony.

Mark never really loved me to begin with. Always making excuses why we should not fully give in to each other. He loved someone else and only wanted me for my status. 

"Good riddance." I was more worried because...

My greatest crush, heir of the greatest supernatural Clan, handsome and loved by everyone supernatural, was a student of the supernatural.

I could never have him. He would hate me because I was weak. And besides, hell no way he was gay. With his little princess always hovering all around him in the news.

Watching him from afar was already one hell of a heartache. Being at the eye of the storm and loathed by him for being weak was going to tear my heart into shreds.

But I wouldn't dare to resist my father. I had a duty to perform to my pack and I was here.

With another gulp of whiskey, I pushed the thoughts down my stomach. Today, I was supposed to drown myself in the intoxication of wine and forget about my sorrows.

Tomorrow, my disastrous first day in school, I was going to face my demons. But today, I only wanted to be a free bird. And that's why I had hired a one night stand from a secret dating app to push me to the edge and make me forget it all.

From one more glass to another. Until I could barely see through my fuzzy vision.

But somehow, I made my way into my reserved hotel room to rest my heavy head.

My hands slipped right into a warm creature. Bared skinned. My being froze. Then I remembered the bargain I had made earlier that day. To have someone break my bed and take my virginity.

I eased up. 

His scent was strong and calling, causing ripples right through my skin. I traced his strong-fitted abs with my hands. Strong and sharp, making goosebumps to tear right through my skin.

 My racing heart doubled as my hands traced down further.

"What do you think you're doing?" He stopped me.

I could easily sense the flair of his rage in that voice. However, the harsh tone, missed with a strange sense of gentleness, only sparked my pleasure.

I wanted him badly. All my ancestors coming to this school lost their lives. And I didn't want to die a virgin.

"Now you don't have to be stiff. We both want this, no matter the motivation." I tried to imitate all the videos I had watched coupled with my fantasies.

My other hand ran through his broad shoulders, through his thick vines, and into his head.

Drawing him closer, I didn't hesitate to dig my lips into his mouth.The pleasures ran through my skin like warm chills.

He was stiff at first. I didn't stop. Then he responded, his mouth hungry and thirsty like a starved beast. sucking the warmth off from my tongue with the whole of his, roughly. 

"You want this. You will have it."

His lips shattered into mine and my hands circled a strong grip around his shaft as I let out soft moans, he threw me off to the bed, pulling down my shorts with swiftly as the warmth gushed through my being and my hands gripped tightly to the bed linens, eye rolling in pleasure.

******

I woke up the next morning with a soft smile on my face. That was the best night of my life.

Since my situationship had never given me a chance to have a taste of him.

I could still feel the warmth of the lingering touch of the stranger. 

Turning around to see the face of the dominant Alpha that had taken my purity, the other side of the bed was empty. Gone.

It was as though a metallic hand had shifted into my heart, boring a hole right through.

'How could he leave after such a night together?' I thought.

How stupid... Like a whore is supposed to have a mutual commitment or something.

'What about his pay?' Aren't night workers supposed to have sentimental attachments to that?

  Was I liking the stranger already? Definitely not. I just wanted to give him his pay and cut this chase of a deal.

Afterward, I would focus on the reason that I had been sent here by my father and of course, try to avoid that handsome-faced Dragon, Damon like a plague for the rest of the session.

This is going to be all too simple.

The only problem was how I was going to find this night worker. My phone was dead, making it impossible to check back on the app that I had gotten him from.

"Guess you have to wait. Sweet smile guy." A smile almost broke out from my face as I thought.

Then I saw it. On the bed was a shirt with the number, 34. He must have been in a terrible hurry to have left such a thing here.

The school shirt of the supernatural school. That reminded me that I was almost late.

It took me all morning to settle in. Signing the required entry documents and all. The school didn't disappoint.

From the intimidating structures to the suppressing aura of the student, drawing the breath of my lungs as my frail body moved through the halls in the extremely tight brown pants that had been handed to me by the school beforehand.

So far, no bullies. Or more correctly. No one had even glanced at me or was interested. Of course, my scent gave me away, a worthless dog.

I wasn't going to allow that to get to me. The next minute, I was done with all the necessary documentation. My break period was going to be to find the mysterious guy.

Guess that wasn't going to be long. Each student had a specific number strapped to their shirts, I just had to find 34.

And soon, I did. An intimidating aura sped into the hall. Tall, broad shoulders, and breath-taking, stealing the attention of the crowd who gawked at the sight.

However, my eyes were more fixed on his number. That was him. The night worker.

I needed to meet him, somehow. But how did I do that when he had stolen the staring crowd?

From behind, he seemed like such a powerful figure. Definitely, each person had problems keeping to themselves.

I wanted to stop myself and forgot about everything. However, I couldn't owe anyone. I was going to pass him a note then.

My heart staggered alongside my steps as I made my way to him on the counter. Nervously.

Until I bumped right into him with his tray of food and I stiffened. A glare cuts through his face, flaring with murderous intent.

"I'm very sorry. I'm..." I froze.

That face... My breath was stolen. I could not miss it for anything in the world, Damon. My heart dropped to the bottom of my feet.