Chapter Three

Xandros’ Pov

Four years, for four years have I left the city to study overseas. Apparently, being the heir had more problems to the title and for four years have I not set eyes on her. 

She was little and timid when I left, too young to know the impact of what was happening, too cute and innocent to realize that me gently patting her on the head wasn't because I was bullying her neither was it to spite my twin sister.

It was the only chance I could get to sniff in her scent and hold on to that remembrance of her and every painful day is a reminder that she needs to be protected, so when I had to chance to return, I went against my father's wishes of being homeschooled and enrolled in the same school as her.

It was barely a week yet I was engrossed in the beautiful woman she has grown to be. 

“What the hell did you do to her Xandros? Did you break her? She barely said anything after she went towards your room's direction.” Xyla accused me as I stepped into the living room.

My eyes fell on Calliope who sat quietly in a corner, scribbling in her note and avoiding eye contact with me. The incidence earlier flashed across my memory and I smirked, maybe I was a bit too hard on her but I was getting more impatient to make her mine.

“What do you think, Xyla? Can anyone escape this beauty?” I bragged, flaunting my handsomeness.

Xyla scoffed and threw a pencil at me which I effortlessly dodged. “You're shameless! Why did you come back?” 

“For what belongs to me.” I responded promptly and stared intently at Calliope. “And I'm never leaving until I get it.” I added, meaningfully.

Xyla snickered and began packing her stuffs. “It's late already and we're done with the presentation anyways, let's just all go to bed, we have a long day ahead of us.” 

“I'll just stay with Xandros and leave first thing in the morning.” Dylan uttered and I snickered.

“No one shares my room with me, it's for that special person. You can stay in the guestroom.” I retorted.

Xyla hissed playfully at me and beckoned on Callie to join her. Callie shyly goes towards her direction and brushed shoulders against mine, causing a spark of emotions and she blushed, immediately trying to hide it. I smiled satisfactorily and called her name. “Callie!” She stopped midway and looked at me. “Goodnight pumpkin.” I said and waved gently at her, causing her face to glow with a darker shade of pink.

I chuckled amusedly to myself as I eavesdropped on her conversation with Xyla, they talked about Dylan, their future plans for a baby and other girly gossips and I could feel Callie tense up whenever my name was mentioned.

‘There’s no escape from this, those four years were not in vain.’ I mumbled to myself before falling asleep.

The next morning, she was gone and I asked of her from Xyla who seemed to be pissed at everything I did simply because ‘I avoid bonding with her mate’ which I found dramatic and a bit extra.

I waited impatiently for a new week to begin so I can see Callie and even offered to ride with Xyla who informed me she is picking her from her house.

“What is wrong with you? You're acting very weirdly!” Xyla asked, suspiciously as I offered to ride with her.

I tut. “Drive bonehead.” 

She gave me a gentle knock and pulled over at Callie's house. Calliope was shocked to see me and could barely hide it. There was a brief commotion as the three of us marched into the school and I went to the Principal's office to get my schedule.

“We're honored to have you here Mr Xavier, your father ordered that we do everything to make you comfortable and I can fix your classes with Miss Flinch to give you more time together.” He said with a wide smile.

“Why?” I asked, sharply.

“It's better to spend more time with your mate seeing that you'll be married soo-”

I cut him short as I abruptly stood up and clenched the schedule tightly in my hand, crumpling the paper. “That would be all. Have a nice day, sir.” I said, forcefully and walked away.

I heard a little commotion as I approached the classroom and walked in to see Thalia picking on Callie, calling her all sorts of names while Xyla tried to stop her.

“What? Are you going to cry? Because your father left your whore of a mother so you're technically a bastard.” Thalia spat, viciously.

“Didn't I say I'll break that finger of yours if you dare lay it on my sister?” I asked, loudly.

Half the crowd scurried away and Thalia suddenly changed her countenance, acting all innocent and high. “Xandros, I'm glad you're here. I was just telling Xyla how we should get along and she should discard this piece of trash-”

I walked past her and up to Xyla who sneered at me. “What a lovely bride she's going to make.”

I turned to look at Callie and her eyes swell with tears. Her paternity was exploited and insulted, I could feel the hurt that gripped at her chest so I bridged the space between us and pulled her into a hug.

“Are you doing fine pumpkin?” I asked, quietly and everyone froze with shock and fear. She tensed and then eased into my embrace.

“She called me a bastard.” Callie whispered and I could hear her through the mind link.

Thalia's facial expression turned sour and I ignored her frantic screams and insult. 

“How could you touch such garbage? I'll -” 

I grabbed her arm and twisted her wrist. “One more word and I'll ensure you spend the rest of your life in a coma!” I barked at her and she backed away.

A teacher came in and we all dispatched to our seat. Callie was quiet and barely ate anything the rest of the day and I volunteered to drive her back home.

“What do you want from me Xandros? Why are you being so nice?” She asked quietly as she alighted from the car.

I chuckled softly and smiled. “You know what I want Callie, Believe me or not, we both want the same thing.” I responded.

“Eat well before going to bed, I'll see you in school tomorrow.” I said before driving off.

I was content with my actions and went for a drive before heading back home. Joyfully, I stepped into the house, ready to cook myself a meal which was extremely rare but stopped dead in my tracks as a familiar voice and scent greet

ed me.

“Hello Xandros, having fun?”

I frowned deeply, clenching my teeth. “Dad.”