FORCED

ARIA

Glaring into my eyes, he fixes his hoodie, covering his shimmering blonde hair. The dim light in the corridor sharpens his features, especially his jawline, sharp as a blade.

The white shirt on his chest is loosened on the bottom edge while his muscles are coming forth against the fabric, flexing his broad shoulders.

He is so tall that I am covered in his shadow.

There's a tense look shrouding his face which clearly states he's not friendly.

The school is crowded with rumors about him. Jay Manchester is never in class, always fooling around on the terrace with his gang of five members who are like his minions.

He made the gang to make things difficult for the disciplinary committee because of his bad blood with Rizz Sylvester.

I heard they used to be good friends but then something happened between them. No one in the academy knows about it. Now, they're good friends turned into sworn enemies.

While Rizz runs the academy with discipline, Jay bullies the students. He is rebellious and involved in all sorts of illegal excitements.

Just because his father is close to Lozark Aylestone, no one can touch the hair on his head. He has the upper hand.

“S-Sorry.” My lips take the initiative to apologize.

“Move out of the way!” He slightly shoves me to the side with a single touch of his palm on my shoulder.

His voice is deep, lacking politeness.

I am already pissed, and now his attitude!!!

Before stepping into the room, he glances at me again, so cold, and so fierce. I can feel an unspoken tension revolving around us.

*Why is he looking at me like that?*

He slowly turns his head to the door and enters the room, slamming it behind his broad back, startling me.

I sigh, leaving the dim corridor.

Rage is piling up inside me, and I am not good at holding it back. If Victor finds out about the restroom incident, he'll lose his damn mind.

Hale used to call me a ticking bomb, always ready to fight, stubborn, a sharp tongue, and short temper.

It's getting hard for me to hide these qualities.

The rest of the day, I attend all my classes, observing each and every male student, and taking notes on them.

In my last class, Ezek sits next to me.

“I heard what happened.”

“Rizz Sylvester put me on swimming pool duty for a whole month.”

“You’re lucky it's better than the other punishments!” He sighs.

My brows furrow.

“Last summer, he put a student on shoe cleaning duties.”

“What?” I am taken aback.

He nods his head, fixing his glasses.

“Ezek…Tell me what is Rizz Sylvester’s background?”

“He is Lozark Aylestone’s sister's son. Though his father died in the war with hunters, he lives with his mother in Lozark Aylestone's private mansion.”

“Who was his father?”

“Have you been living under a rock? How could you not know the gossip of our pack?”

“Ehm…I have been sick in bed since childhood in the orphanage. Gossip never really reached me, so please bear with my curiosity.”

“Okay! Okay!” He moves his lips closer.

“Nicloir Sylvester, Rizz’s father, was our Alpha until he died in the war when Rizz was ten. After his death, Lozark Aylestone took over the throne because Rizz was too young to lead our pack, and everything changed.”

“Rizz lost his position forever. Now, Lozark’s son will inherit the throne.”

“Do you know anything about Lozark's son?”

He shrugs his shoulders.

Well, I got enough information.

*Jay and Rizz have solid background information. They are the closest link to the Alpha's son.*

As the night comes, I am the only one left in the quiet swimming pool. After almost spending an hour cleaning it, my body dives into a warm shower in the washroom next to the pool.

Stepping out, a shadow lingering on the wall draws my attention.

*Who could it be?*

My feet slowly take steps toward the wall, a gloomy feeling following me.

“Who's there?”

No response but the shadow is still on the wall.

The moment I reach the wall, a strong force wraps me around and pins me aggressively against the wall.

“Jerek?” My eyes widen.

He's back for revenge if I'm not wrong.

“You think you can slap me in front of others and get away with it?” He cups my cheek, pressing his chest on mine.

In a flash, his nails curl into claws and rip off my top from the right shoulder.

I don't panic, trying to reach the dagger tucked behind my waist, but his wolf’s strength is almost making it impossible for me.

A jostle of strength stirs between us.

The more fiercely I'm struggling against his strength, the tighter he's gripping me. Even as a hunter, it's hard for me to beat a wolf's strength without a weapon.

“You can't escape me tonight!” His devilish voice brushes through my ear.

Since I have been using my legs fighting him too much, he blocks them with his thighs and ceases my hands behind my waist.

My bracelet makes a soft creak sound as if it's about to break.

“GET OFF ME!”

He keeps charging himself on me, sniffing my neck, forcibly trying to steal a kiss.

Despite his strength, I somehow reach the handle of the dagger tucked beneath my shirt and pull it out while blocking his lips from touching me.

He reveals his fangs, moving them closer to my neck with the intent of grasping my skin.

Inhaling a breath, I poke the tip of the dagger into the skin of his palm, brutally enough for him to unleash a scream and step back.

“You bitch!” He curses under his breath.

I turn to him clenching the handle of the dagger tightly in my grip. Without warning, he jumps on me, causing the dagger to slip from my grip, and slide far from my reach.

As my feet stride to the dagger, he wraps his masculine arms around my waist, shoving me onto the floor.

He stands tall above me, placing his feet on either side of my waist. Our eyes engage in a fiery tug of war and a vicious smirk comes across his face.

“You'll be mine tonight, and the whole academy will know it by tomorrow morning.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt.