LOGINEVELESSA
If the cafeteria was noisy prior to the incident, it transformed into a concert afterwards. People continued to steal looks at me as if I were a creature needing a handler hired by the school. Jana sat opposite me, blinking as though she had just seen a real-life crime documentary. At last, she set her sandwich aside. “You realize Cassain is about to blow up don’t you?” “He was already angry," I whispered, peeling back the packaging of my juice. "What can he do? Get angrier?” “Yes!" She tapped the table gently. "That’s what the king does. He gathers fury like Pokémon cards.” I wasn’t even able to argue with her because she is right. The cafeteria doors swung open more, and for a brief instant, I steeled myself; perhaps the cheerleading team had returned for another go. But no. It was worse. It was Cassain. Appearing as if he’d sprinted from the end of the school the moment a message popped up on his phone. Tall, with eyes dressed in that grey sweatshirt that caused half the girls to sigh deeply whenever he strolled by. He noticed me immediately. And walked up to me. “Oh no," Jana murmured. "Oh no no no…conceal the bat.” The bat had already disappeared (seized by a P.E. lecturer) yet the harm had been done. Cass arrived at the table his jaw clenched firmly. I was convinced he was biting at thin air. “What, in the world happened here?” The students close by fell quiet. No one wished to be in my disfavor, so they opted for silence. I glanced at him. "Hey Cass.” “Don’t just say ‘Hi Cass’ to me." He bent over, placing his hands on the table. "I caught wind that you went all Babe Ruth in the cafeteria.” “It wasn't that dramatic—” “You threw a chair, Eve!” "It fell out." “It took off!” Jana lifted her hand as if she were, in a classroom. "It did fly, in fact. Over two tables.” Cass gave her a glance. “Jana your intentions are good. Kindly stop assisting her.” She sealed her lips. Cass faced me again, breathing out as if attempting to draw patience from some source. “Start talking," he commanded. "What happened here?” I folded my arms. "Nothing major. Alyssa Chadwell attempted to bully me using five football players.” His mouth fell open. "They WHAT?” “Yeah. And—” “. You chose to confront them? Armed with a bat?” “Technically I battled the chair.” “Eve.” “And the table.” “Eve.” “And maybe one of the lockers.” He ran his hands over his face. "You’re going to be the end of me.” "Then quit being furious, with me!" I retorted before thinking. "You've been acting strange since yesterday. I'm exhausted. So if I want to wreck a cafeteria, let me do it!" There was a long beat. A very long beat. Then Cass murmured, "Do you believe I’m mad at you because of that?” “That… and that quarterback trying to ask me out.” Jana gradually retreated from the table. Cass took a breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “He spoke softly ‘It wasn’t anger I felt when he invited you out.’” “Oh? Then why?” “I got annoyed because you genuinely seemed to be considering it.” My eyebrows raised. "I wasn’t considering it!" “You hesitated.” “I was, in the middle of processing!” “You stopped for three seconds!” “Cassain that’s what you call paying attention!” Our debate moved rapidly that the students nearby were following our head movements as if watching a tennis game. At last he took a seat next, to me his irritation fading into a feeling something that caused my stomach to flutter irritably. You frighten the living daylight out of me he confessed. That left me speechless. “What?” He pressed his hand against his forehead. "You rush headlong without considering the consequences. You end up injured.. Someone attempts to harm you.. I can’t—” He stopped himself abruptly. I looked at him. Truly looked. “Are you concerned about me?” “Obviously!" He raised his hands in the air. "Can you imagine what my heart did when I found out you faced off against a line of linebackers?” “Linebackers aren’t found on benches.” “EVELESSA—” “Okay okay! Sorry!” He sighed deeply. He rested his head on the table. Jana silently said to me: He cares, fool. I softly nudged her foot beneath the table. Cass raised his head. His tone had deepened. “Just…" please stay safe. I believe you can protect yourself. I’m aware that you’re strong. You could likely defeat half the wrestling team armed with a pencil." He hesitated. "On thought don’t attempt that.” “I had no intention to.” “. Today? You didn’t break those tables out of fear. You did it because you were upset with me.” I grimaced. He wasn’t wrong. “. " He murmured, softer now."I don’t appreciate causing you to throw bats at the furniture.” My chest felt like it was melting strangely. “I wasn’t mad at you," I said gradually. "Alright, a bit.. Mainly, I was upset that Alyssa attempted to act like I was some… delicate girl.” “You are not delicate.” “Precisely! Then why does everyone continue behaving as if I must remain quiet and grin?” “Since if you don’t remain seated and grin, you damage school belongings.” “That was one time.” “Today " he amended, "happened once. Yesterday, you struck a vending machine since it swallowed your coins.” “I have retrieved my chips.” “That’s beside the point.” “. It functioned.” “Eve…” His tone became even gentler. “You have the ability to protect yourself. I understand.. Allow me to assist. Permit me to feel upset with you. Allow me to safeguard you well.” I looked at him intently. Because that… that affected my heart in some way. Dangerously. Cassain gazed downward at his hands. “I’m not great, with words," he muttered. "However, I don’t want you to suffer simply because you’re attempting to look tough.” “I’m not attempting to look strong " I murmured softly. "I simply… am.” He glanced upward. And smiled. A small, crooked, heart-wrecking smile. “Yeah " he whispered. "You really are.” Quietness lingered between us. This time it was pleasant.. Strained nor hostile. Simply… cozy. At that moment a voice shouted from the side of the cafeteria: “Evelessa! The HOD needs you in her office! It’s regarding property damage!” Cass exhaled deeply. "Here we go.” I moaned. "Aarghhh.” Jana gently tapped my hand. "If you get suspended I’ll deliver snacks to your place.” Cass rose. "I’m coming with you.” I blinked. "Um… what, for?” He shrugged. "If they shout at you I want to be present to shoot them a look.” “That’s not the way discipline is handled in schools.” “That’s the way it operates when I’m present.” I chuckled against my will. As we began to leave the cafeteria split apart more creating a broad passage as if we were nobility.. Members of a bomb disposal unit. Cass moved in nearer. “For the record " he whispered gently "you snapping that chair was pretty sexy.” I almost stumbled. He grinned. “Hopefully the HOD will agree with you and not punish me I added. “Oh she definitely will.” We strolled to the office alongside each other step, by step. And for the first time all day… I wasn’t angry anymore.EVELESSA Cassain’s car came to a stop outside the house, the engine purring softly as if the car itself could feel the strain hanging between us. The porch light shone—radiant, glaring, an alert, from my father that he was up.Great.Cass didn’t shut the engine off away. He remained seated fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel his jaw clenched hard it could slice diamonds. His eyes had softened from the colour it held in the cafeteria before, yet the intensity still lingered… quietly burning.“Thank you for… the lift and for whatever you did that let me escape without penalty " I murmured.At first, he remained silent.Just looked at me.And God, that look—It was a look that basically incinerated me and brought me warmth at the same time.“Eve " he murmured.My breathing broke.He extended his hand gently, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear, deliberate and cautious as if it could sting him.I swallowed hard. "What?”“You genuinely frightened me earlier.”I exhaled.
EVELESSA If the cafeteria was noisy prior to the incident, it transformed into a concert afterwards. People continued to steal looks at me as if I were a creature needing a handler hired by the school. Jana sat opposite me, blinking as though she had just seen a real-life crime documentary.At last, she set her sandwich aside.“You realize Cassain is about to blow up don’t you?”“He was already angry," I whispered, peeling back the packaging of my juice. "What can he do? Get angrier?”“Yes!" She tapped the table gently. "That’s what the king does. He gathers fury like Pokémon cards.”I wasn’t even able to argue with her because she is right.The cafeteria doors swung open more, and for a brief instant, I steeled myself; perhaps the cheerleading team had returned for another go.But no.It was worse.It was Cassain.Appearing as if he’d sprinted from the end of the school the moment a message popped up on his phone. Tall, with eyes dressed in that grey sweatshirt that caused half the
EVELESSA I couldn’t decide what irritated me more; Cassain being upset or my own annoyance at Cassain’s anger. Regardless, by the time lunch rolled around the day, I was just one glare away, from hurling a tray at someone.I entered the cafeteria clutching my books against my chest like armour mainly because I doubted I could resist swinging them at someone. As always, people glanced my way intrigued, partly scared, and the rest puzzled at how Cassain could be so devoted to me.I noticed my friends seated at our table, yet before I reached halfway there, a few people obstructed my way.Cheerleaders. An entire squad of them. Looking like storm clouds with an overpowering smell of coconut oil.At the heart of it all stood Alyssa Chadwell. Leader of the rival team’s cheerleaders, girlfriend of the quarterback, who once attempted to ask me on a date and seemingly the head of Poor Decisions Incorporated.She crossed her arms. Flashed me a charming poisonous grin.“Well, well… Evelessa. We
EVELLESSAThe next morning, I woke up with two things:1. A headache.2. A mate problem.Massive mate problem.Cassain’s faint scent still lingers on my skin—the cold, addicting mix of winter rain and lightning that somehow gets under my ribs and refuses to leave. I scrub my neck twice. Doesn’t help. Aretha hums.Aretha: You smell like him. Good.Me: Shut up.Aretha: Maybe roll in his sheets again—Me: PLEASE BE SERIOUS.She snorts at me.Downstairs, Richard and Emmanuel stare at me like I’m a dangerous animal who learned how to open doors.“Good morning?” I offer.Richard folds his arms. “Cassain called at 6 a.m.”“Oh God.”“He said you needed a ride.”I nearly choke on my own life. “I said I would take the bus.”“He said no.”Emmanuel lifts his mug. “And when the Supernatural-king-slash-supernatural-CEO says no, apparently we say ‘yes sir.’”I groan. “I hate him.”Richard gives me a look that says liar.Emmanuel tosses me a granola bar. “Eat. You’ll need strength to fight off all th
EVELESSA The hallway flickers again.The shadows crawl up the walls like they’re alive.My heartbeat leaps into my throat and lodges there, refusing to move.Cassain’s voice crashes through the chaos.“EVELLESSA. NOW.”Something inside me jerks forward—Aretha, terrified but alert.Aretha: Mate will protect us. MOVE.My father steps between us again, palms glowing faintly. “Evelessa, don’t—”But then the shadows at the end of the hall peel open like a mouth.And something steps out.Tall. Pale. Clawed.Vampire.Not just any vampire.A royal envoy.My stomach drops.Cassain is beside me in half a second. His fingers close around my wrist—not harsh, but firm, urgent.“Close your eyes,” he orders.“No—WAIT—”Too late.He yanks me forward and the portal swallows us whole.Light, pressure, the taste of metal.I gasp and stumble out onto a marble floor.A massive foyer stretches before me—gold-trimmed pillars, glittering chandeliers, polished black stone, and impossibly high ceilings.This…
EVELLESSACassain insists on taking me to school.Of course he does after it's taken me roughly thirty minutes of continous persuasion before my brothers and dad finally agreed to me taking the bus but here I am with Cass getting another choke holder.Even though I told him five times that I can walk. Or bus. Or teleport via sheer frustration. But no. The man is glued to me like a husband on a mission.“I said I can portal you,” he says as he opens a shimmering blue doorway in front of us.“I didn’t agree to that.”“You slept in my bed, I made you cum, you're my mate." he says. “We’re past disagreements.”I make a strangled noise and step through before he can see my blush.We arrive behind the gym building.I stumble a bit. He steadies me with one hand on my waist.“Stop doing that,” I mutter.“No.”I want to punch him. Affectionately. Maybe.“Good luck today,” he murmurs as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Ares says your wolf is in a good mood.”“She is not.”Inside, Areth







