Chapter 6

Leon’s POV

I sat down slowly, my knees almost giving out, and looked up at Alister.

The reality of everything hit me like a brick to the face.

I was stuck here.

Stuck in a realm I didn’t even know existed two days ago. Stuck in some magical werewolf university with rules no one bothered to explain. Stuck in a life I didn’t ask for, controlled by people who apparently knew more about me than I ever knew about myself.

No choice.

No exit.

No freedom.

Just… stuck.

My throat tightened, and I swallowed the rising panic. I refused to look weak in front of him. Not now. Not ever.

He stood a few feet away from me like he didn’t know if coming closer would help or get him murdered. Smart choice, because even I didn’t know which it would be.

“Leon…” he said quietly.

I kept staring at him. Staring like if I glared hard enough, reality would rearrange itself out of pure fear.

“I really am sorry,” he continued, stepping closer but carefully, like I was a wild animal ready to bite. “I’m sorry about everything. I wish I could help you leave. I truly do.”

I scoffed loudly.

Wish?

Help he says

“Yeah? Well, your wishes mean nothing here,” I said, leaning back on my palms. “Because I’m still stuck. I still can’t leave. And I still have no idea what the hell is going on.”

He flinched like each sentence was a slap.

Good.

Let him feel something.

I was drowning in feeling, fear, anger and confusion, so he could choke on a little guilt.

I looked at him again, properly this time.

God, he was annoyingly handsome. The kind of handsome that made you stupid without even trying. And the worst part? He didn’t even seem like he found me remotely attractive.

Figures.

The universe hated me enough already. it was. already established. I mean killing both my parents and keeping me stuck here in another Fucking realm.

The universe was definitely not on my side. I had nothing.

No one on my side.

And maybe it was pathetic, and maybe it was insane, but when everything else in my life had been ripped out of my hands, my mind immediately searched for one thing, anything, I could control.

And in this moment, the only thing available was him.

The idea formed in my head before I could even stop it.

It was stupid.

Like, "clinically insane" stupid but I knew the moment it popped in my head that I was going to do it.

I don't know if it was a combination of the frustration from the fact that my life was fuck or the fact that he was a part of the reason it was fucked and he looked unscratched while my whole like was upended but whatever it was it was there.

A burning need to get him to suffer just as much as I was. I wanted him to struggle too.

plus my ego was pretty hurt by the fact that he could remain unscratched by our encounter so I decided to get him to feel the exact frustration I was feeling.

What kind of sane person tries to seduce their teacher?

Well… not a sane person.

Me.

I never pretended to be sane.

“Alister,” I said, and he looked up instantly.

I tilted my head, acting casual. “We can… continue from where we stopped that day.”

He froze.

A cute little twitch went through his jaw. His shoulders stiffened. His breath caught.

“Oh,” I added with fake innocence, “so suddenly you can’t speak again?”

His eyes widened slightly.

Then he finally got a grip and his face steeled.

“That won’t be happening,” he said quickly, too quickly.

I smirked.

Rejection usually pissed me off. This time? Not so much.

Because his reaction wasn’t disgust.

It was panic.

And panic meant I had more control than he wanted to admit.

I leaned back, one leg bent, arms behind me. “Why not? Afraid of getting fired again? Or is it something else this time?”

“Leon, don’t start,” he warned.

But I wasn’t in a “don’t start” mood.

I was in a “let’s burn the world down and laugh about it” mood.

“You know,” I began conversationally, watching his face the whole time, “I keep thinking about that day.”

He stiffened.

Bingo.

“I think about how I was sitting in the hotel garden, annoyed as hell.” I smiled lazily. “Just sitting there, trying to drink away my problems.”

His lip twitched.

“And then this man, this ridiculously handsome man, walks up, offers me a drink, and sits beside me like he owned the place.”

“Leon...” he tried.

I ignored him.

“We talked for hours,” I continued smugly. “You remember? About stupid things. About nothing important. You laughed at home dumb I was and I told you stuff. My secrets. I actually had fun for once.”

"You even told me how to get all my family stuff and how to cancel out the fake will Tom created. It was like you were an angel that came in and helped me in my moment of need"

His nostrils flared.

“Then you pulled me up and dragged me to the pool,” I said, leaning forward slightly. “We swam at night. It was cold. I was freezing. And you just looked at me like...”

He swallowed.

“...like you wanted to take me apart,” I whispered.

His eyes darkened.

"Like that" I gestured to him

"Yeah like that" I whispered looking at him.

God, this was fun.

I stood up slowly, taking my sweet time. “Then you leaned in,” I murmured. “ You told me how you had never met someone as.... What was it again Charming as me? Remember that?”

He closed his eyes.

Oh, he remembered.

“And then,” I added, smiling too sweetly, “I kissed you.”

I watched his reaction carefully, reveling in it.

A smug, warm glow spread in my chest.

He remembered every damn second.

“And you kissed me back,” I finished softly.

His eyes snapped open.

I walked toward him.

Slowly.

Slowly enough for tension to coil tight between us.

He didn’t move away.

He didn’t breathe.

Good.

When I reached him, I stepped right into his space, so close our chests almost touched. His scent hit me hard, something warm and sharp and aggravatingly addictive.

His breath hitched.

Perfect.

I lifted one knee and slid into his lap, straddling him smoothly. His hands flew up like he didn’t know if he should grab me or throw me off.

“Leon you shouldn't....” he choked out.

I shouldn't? Well too bad for him I wasn't dhoing anything because I should or shouldn't. I was doing it because I wanted to.

I ignored him.

I leaned in until my mouth hovered right over his ear. I felt him shiver.

Good.

Let him feel powerless for once.

“Here’s the thing,” I whispered. “If I’m stuck suffering in this place… then you’re going to suffer too.”

"I'll do this every day. Every second." I wrappef my arm around his shoulder looking him in the eyes.

His eyes widened.

“And who knows…” I smiled, dropping my voice even lower, “maybe I’m crazy enough to make you just as miserable as you make me.”

And before he could react,

I kissed him.

Not gently.

Not softly.

But fiercely, angrily, like I was pouring every inch of frustration and fear straight into him. His breath caught against my lips, his hands tightening on my waist before he forced himself to pull away.

He pushed me off, not harshly, but like he was terrified of what would happen if he didn’t.

“Leon,” he breathed, voice rough, “you need to stop.”

“Why?” I asked, licking my lips just to watch him react. “Afraid you’ll lose your job? Or afraid you’ll lose control?”

His eyes dropped to my mouth.

He looked like he wanted to rip me to shreds but he also looked like he was fighting a battle that he was obviously loosing.

I grinned.

“You think you can use me to feel powerful?” he whispered, voice shaking slightly. “You think kissing me will give you control?”

“It already did,” I shot back.

He inhaled sharply.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he said firmly. “Not fall into whatever game you think you’re playing.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically and stood.

“It’s not a game,” I muttered.

"I want to kiss you. I know you want to kiss me too. Do what's wrong with that?" I whispered against his lips.

I could feel his erection and it made me so smug. I liked the power I had over him.

He hesitated… and that hesitation made me even more daring.

Who was he to try to resist me. I was going to ruin him and it was better if he just submitted to my will.

He closed his eyes trying to steel himself and I didn't give him the chance. I kissed him again but this time he pushed me away. More firmly and cupped my face into his palm.

He had this look on his face.

Pity? Care?

I didn't know what it was but I didn't want it there

“Leon,” he said softly, “you’re scared.”

I froze.

My chest tightened.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t say that. Don’t make this worse.”

His expression softened, but only for a second.

“Everything you’re feeling,” he said, “I understand it. But kissing me won’t fix it.”

Well It was fixing it fine before he had to go and fucking ruin it.

He stood up and walked to the door of his office opening it for me.

"I think you should leave"