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HARRY'S POV

Multiple stares, lined with grievances wound up into my back. My eyes were lost in his as I gradually regained my breath.

Damon Red! He was the guy that had hookup with me last night in the lounge. 

I instantly developed a mini migraine. 

Could this mean that he was? I instantly shook the thoughts off my head. There was no way in hell that was possible. With the number of girls littering all around me.

He grabbed me tightly by my hands, led me to the bathroom, and threw me off into the wall.

"Trying so hard to make a scene?" He growled, pushing me back in my steps.

My being was rivaled under the weight of his suffocating aura. "No... Not at all. I just want to return this... And pay you for your services last night."

There was a little twitch of amusement in his eyes, making me so vulnerable.

"A cheap whore. Is that what you intend to call me." He struck the money off my hands and grappled me tightly by my jaw.

"Now listen to me. Last night, I was drunk before you seduced your way into my bed."

It was then that it struck me. In my hazy vision last night, I had mistaken my way into the wrong room.

"Your weak and frail body coupled with your slim waist. I thought you were a lady. Whatever happened last night was a mistake that I loathe.

As you can see, the ladies love me and I love them too."

We didn't have any commitments. We had barely known each other physically for a few hours, yet, this profound breakup speech tore my heart into shreds.

At least, he didn't know me beforehand but now, he hates me.

"Nobody is to hear a word about what had happened last night if you still care so much about your life."

"The next time. I would have to remind you of these words, I would do so with your heart on my palm."

I shrank in fright, beads of sweat scattered all across my face. And I could only nod.

"Good!" He turned around only to be met by the gaze of his betrothed and soon-to-be mate, Helena.

"Who is he?" She inquired, loathing at me with disdain.

"Someone who needs a taste of what it looks like to cross my path."

He held me tightly by my chain. The hands that supported the weight of my head last night tore a blow right into my face, again and again until I passed out before him.

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After my disastrous first day at school, I vowed not to cross the pretty-faced path again.

He was going to let me be while I passed through school ever so silently.

I was very wrong. I became an object of the bully, so headed by my once prince charming. A sole object of his amusement.

A weak me could do nothing. As though that wasn't enough, He would snuff out every single one of my secret lovers, subjecting me to an endless to torment this was my punishment for that night. Like a curse he hounds me, leaving me without rest.

Taking up innocent lives all because of one night, I stopped trying to find love all together. He was ruthless and brutal.

And after so many years, I didn't have to worry about him not liking me anymore. Because now, I hate him, with every fiber of my being.

The circle of heartbreaks and bullying never ends. Not until today. My last day at this junkyard called a school.

An egg launched into my face as the crowd watched.

"You should do what dogs do most... Lick my feet." Jackson, the latest addition to my list of bullies stepped forward with a glim to his face, however, rotten Soul wasn't here for supervision this time around.

Everyone watched. Waiting to be entertained. And for the first time. I refused.

"No!" My hands were held tightly.

I knew I was weak. My whole clan was. However, I wasn't some coward. 

"Did I hear a refusal?" 

"Get your ears cleaned."

I closed my eyes, ready for what was to come next. The kicks, and then ending up in the infirmary. It was my normal routine.

However, this time, there was nothing.

Opening my eyes, Jackson was held up tightly by a rotten soul. His gaze was murderous.

"He is my bitch. And I only have the right to lay hands on him."

Jackson was pushed back with sheer force and he could only grumble before scramming off.

I wasn't looking at Damon's gorgeous face but rotten soul. The one that I had once been so hungry for was now hated by me.

"Do what you have to do." I notioned, ready for his bullying.

He chuckled. One that got me tensed up with disdain.

"Consider today your... Off day since it's your last day at school. A parting gift." That evil smirk made my face squeeze into a frown as he stepped away.

It was different from how I had envisioned my last day. I had thought I could go home with a black eye.

I was supposed to be happy at least. But I wasn't. My hatred ran deep into my bones. 

I wanted to make him pay for all the years of torment that he had brought upon me. All the happiness that he had stolen away all because of my casual one-night stand with him.

And there he was, walking away from me. Never to be seen again.

For the rest of the day, I skimmed through the graduation ceremony unnoticed. Picked up by the family butler, returning him after five years tossed me into a whirlwind of mixed feelings.

 The high hopes. Seeing my father and the rest of the Clan members.

Soon, we were at the Clan. There was a small party organized. Good meals and warm laughter. I was made to feel like a king once again in my small clan.

I laughed for the first time in five years. At least, I deserved to be happy. Away from Damon and his minions. And the supernatural school.

When my father called me into his room and I stepped into it, my heart tightened.

Coming into this place had never been good for me. I had to name this place you have to do this for the better good of everyone in the clan.

Maybe my father had changed. But that was against all better judgments as I could barely breathe properly.

"Welcome Har. Thanks for doing this for the Clan." His smile was warm and soothing. "How was school?"

Maybe I was wrong.

"It could never be better!" Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there.

"This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war.

Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves.

If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves."

"I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack. 

However, I could not jump to a conclusion so quickly.

"Definitely. We cannot leave ourselves defenseless. So I have proposed what I see best for ours.

A marriage agreement between you and Princess Aurora from the were-tigers Clan And in exchange, they would protect us why would pay tributes to them."