Chapter 4

Archer.

I flipped over the whore and spit on my hand. 

She let out a loud moan as I penetrated inside her throbbing pussy. Grabbing her hair, I move in my own rhythm to my pleasure, not minding her screams and agony as I fuck her hard and rough. 

I kissed and licked her neck as I rubbed her clit, letting my fingers get wet with the whore's juices. It gives me pleasure when I am dominating the bed; looking at the stranger's face with pleasure and wanting for more. 

"Please... Archer, fuck me like a beast!" 

She was too loud for my liking.

It turned me off, so I stopped and let out a sigh beside her. 

"Wait, w-wait, what's wrong?!" The woman asked me, grabbing the sheets on the bed as she touched my shoulder. I push her hand on me, stand up, and grab my jeans on the floor. 

"Just get out, Anna." 

She looked offended by what I said. "My name's Andy, you playboy!" she hissed and looks at me irritatingly.

I shrugged off and continued wearing my clothes that were scattered on the floor. 

I stopped because Katrina's face were all I was seeing on her or any other woman I brought to my apartment. I'm too fucking obsessed and lusted over her. My wolf wants her, too. 

I wonder how it feels to have her throbbing pussy in my dick. It must feel so heaven. But right now, she doesn't want me. In fact, she got sick because of me; because she rejected me. 

It hurts my pride and ego, too. 

When I went to her house last time,  I didn't know she was sick! We were soaking in the rain and it made her sick even more! 

I remembered Mr. Brown, her father, asking if I was her mate. It was rude to ignore him, but I didn't have a choice because I promised Katrina not to tell anyone that we are fated mates. It will ruin her life. 

After chilling with another woman, I went to Leon's house to have a drink. It was the weekend, so we didn't have classes. I told him about what happened to Katrina, and he kept shaking his head.

"She deserves it because she rejected you! The Moon Goddess is punishing her for insulting you! So what if you are an omega? She thinks she's high and posh just because she's groomed to be the next Luna," Leon spat, his eyes blazing with righteous anger.

I grabbed the beer from his hand and drank it. "She's still my mate. I need to do something so she won't get sick."

Leon looked at me, confused. "Man, you are insane! She already made it clear that she doesn't want you!"

I ignored what my best friend said and grabbed my black leather jacket. "Archer, where are you going?!"

"To Pinecrest High," I replied shortly.

“What?! You know how they treat us like shit!” Leon replied, panicking now as he arranged the beers. He stopped my hand when I grabbed his helmet. "You're not doing this, man..."

I looked at him angrily. "Are you going with me or not?"

He sighed in defeat and pulled his hand away from the helmet.

Leon and I went to Pinecrest High. There were a lot of students inside. They are probably taking classes even on Saturday. 

Leon was practically dragging me out of the school grounds, his whispers more like hisses. “Seriously, everyone’s staring.”

I kept my gaze steady, ignoring his urgency as I scanned the hallways for Professor Evan’s office. He’s my underground fighting coach, and I needed to see him—an excuse for me to find Katrina inside the school.

“Who’s that?” I overheard a blonde girl whisper as we walked by.

“Hot, right? Look at those tattoos! But I heard he’s from Hawthorn High. Archer Ellington, the notorious playboy!”

“So he’s an omega...” The blonde’s gaze was almost predatory, the kind I’d seen from women I’d been with.

“Yeah...” her friend said with a sigh.

I was too focused on finding Professor Evan’s office to pay them much attention until a teacher spotted us.

“Can I help you, boys?” His tone was dripping with sarcasm, clearly recognizing we were from out of school.

“I’m looking for Professor Evan. Where’s his office?”

“Oh, it’s lunchtime. He’s probably at the cafeteria,” the teacher said, gesturing vaguely.

“Thanks,” I said, brushing off his offer to guide us.

Leon leaned in, his voice low and anxious. “Man, I can’t afford the food here. Are we getting lunch?”

"No," I replied.

He started giving out comments. "They look so posh and clean. Nobody wants us here, Archer. So let's get out of here before Katrina's friends spot us and decide to make fun of me again!" Leon grumbled, glancing at the pristine surroundings.

Well, it was Leon who got bullied by Caleb and Damien before. Those bastards!

"Just find Professor Evan for me, okay?" I said, trying to keep my tone steady. Leon’s eyes widened in confusion. "What? Why me?"

I didn't wait for an answer. Spying my target in the crowd, I made my way in the opposite direction from Leon. I saw Katrina standing there, looking fragile yet smiling at her friends. She was bidding goodbye to Daphne, Caleb, and Damien.

Does her friends even know that she is sick? 

I pressed myself against the wall, bracing for the confrontation. As Katrina left the cafeteria, I followed her silently. When the moment was right, I seized her wrist and swiftly guided her into the janitor's room.

"What the—" she started, her voice cutting off as she saw who it was.

Her eyes widened in recognition. I clamped a hand over her mouth just as I heard footsteps approaching outside the janitor's room.

"Why are you here?!" she demanded, shoving me away. I sighed, furrowing my brow as I met her shocked gaze.

"Let’s mate," I said firmly.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she touched her forehead. "What? Are you out of your mind?!"

“That’s the only way to get rid of this fucking emotions and your wolf will come out. Once your wolf comes out, you won’t be sick anymore! We can benefit both of them.” 

What I said is true. It's a win-win situation for both of us.

She let out a dramatic sigh, then looked at me with a smirk. "You came all the way to our school just to say this? I know you're a notorious fuckboy in our pack, but I didn’t realize you were this desperate!"

Her words hurt like hell.

She took a step forward, a grin spreading across her face. "I'm telling you, Damien is going to take my virginity! He’s rich, handsome, and actually cares about me. Not some random... stranger!"

I'm even more turned on to know that she's still a virgin! 

I chuckled darkly, flashing her a devilish grin. "Cares about you, huh?"

I stepped into her personal space, my gaze locking onto hers. "Where was he when you collapsed on the cold porch, drenched and helpless, while I held you?"

"What..." she whispered, her breath hitching as her cleavage peeked out from her tight white buttoned shirt.

Damn this uniform! Why does it have to be so revealing and snug? I almost wanted to tear it off, but she looked so enraged that I knew it wouldn’t end well.

I leaned in closer, my voice low and intense. "Where was he, huh?"

"Shut up, Archer! You don’t know anything about us!" she hissed, her face inches from mine. I fought to restrain myself, desperate to taste those full, pouty lips.

As we locked eyes, the moment was charged with an electric tension. Then, a voice broke through the intensity from outside the door.

"Hello, is anybody there?"

Katrina froze, her eyes widening with panic.

"It's Daphne!" she hissed at me. I could see her breath coming in shallow gasps, her body trembling slightly.

"I can't be seen with you in this place! She will suspect!" 

Before she could react, I pressed my body closer to her, my hand sliding slowly up her arm, feeling her skin flush beneath my touch.

I could barely focus on the voice outside, my mind consumed with the fierce desire to fucking claim her now.

Now's the right time! Claim her now! That's what my wolf wants.

Her proximity was maddening. I could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of her, and the heat of her body was overwhelming.

I pressed my body against hers, my breath hot against her ear.

"We have to stay quiet," I whispered, my voice low and rough.

My lips brushed against her neck, and I could feel her pulse quicken. The taste of her skin was driving me wild, my mind racing with the fantasy of tearing away her clothes and taking her right here.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as if she was trying to suppress her own shuddering breaths.

"Okay..."

I felt her body responding to my touch, even as she tried to maintain her composure.

We looked at each other in the eyes; no one has the ability to speak.

The voices outside grew louder, and Katrina's hands gripped my shirt, her knuckles white. The mix of fear and desire made the situation even more charged.

I tilted her chin up, my lips hovering dangerously close to hers. "Why is your friend looking for you?" I breathed, my voice thick with barely contained desire.

My hand moved down her back, pressing her closer to me as if to drive home the point of how much I wanted her.

Her eyes fluttered open, filled with a mixture of defiance and something more vulnerable. "She n-noticed s-something was w-wrong with me in the cafeteria!"

She couldn't hold our eye contact, so she looked away. "Just... be quiet," she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to keep control.

I could feel every inch of her against me. Daphne's voice outside continued to call out, but all I could focus on was the overwhelming need to make her mine in this room.