A Phantom Wolf

Chapter Four

/-Tediora-/

My punches would do nothing to him, and on the other hand, if he punched me, I would most likely pass out. I couldn't afford any of that. 

But there was no way to escape either. Both Alphas and bodyguards had surrounded us in a big circle. 

There was no escape. 

 Goddess, please do something! Anything!

As the huge man charged towards me, the bell suddenly rang, throwing everything off balance. 

“All students would be signing into their assigned dorms now. As you approach the reception, please hand over your license for scanning to be assigned a room number,” the speaker blazed.

Relief washed through me. Thank you, goddess! 

Theodore shot me a glare, “You won't be so lucky next time.” 

“Neither will you. Let's hope I have your time then,” I bluffed and walked away from him. In the crowd of people hurrying to the reception, I completely lost Alpha Dominic. 

After a long line of waiting, it was finally my turn, and the smallish man at the desk received my license without sparing me a glance and scanned it. 

“I see you've been assigned to a Phantom Wolf. You won't be sharing the normal dorms with everyone else. You will be moving into the Phantom dorm. Room 4, Phantom Hall One.”

What?! What?!! What?!!!

Dominic was a Phantom Wolf?! How the hell did I not know that?! 

I knew I was going to encounter them somehow, definitely, but I didn't think it would be on my first day. 

Living in the same space with them all year? I might blow up the school in a week out of anger. 

“Here's your license and key card.”  

The words barely entered my ears, but my hands moved robotically. 

I was guarding a Phantom Wolf! One of the wolves responsible for killing my brother. How could I have known? I thought they would all have that medallion or something. 

“Follow me,” a voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I blinked rapidly, finally looking at the man in front of me. He was already moving, so I had to run to catch up. 

I decided to gather information from him. 

“If you don't mind me asking, the Phantom wolves, is there anything special about them? How does one know the other is a Phantom Wolf?” I asked. 

He cast me an impatient glance. “Didn't you figure out all that during your training?” 

Right! So I wasn't getting an answer then. My mind drifted back to that confident smirk on his face. His commanding aura. The whole flipping thing and him asking me to prove myself worthy. 

My fists clenched hard. He was so strong. A physical combat with him would have been the end for me. 

“Here is your dorm,” the man's mechanical voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He turned to leave. 

“Thank you,” I bowed, and he glanced back at me. 

“Don't thank me yet. I might be moving out your corpse in less than a week,” he muttered, walking away. 

My whole body stilled. What?!

Mariel came to my mind, and my chest ached. Thirteen months. That was how long he lasted before they killed him off. 

I wouldn't need that long. 

Clutching my license, I stepped towards the building. It was the only building in the area, and as much as I hated to admit it, the mansion was stunning. I took in my surroundings for the first time. 

It looked like a home. The lawn, flowers, garage, everything. It didn't seem like a dorm at all. At the top of the building was the Phantom insignia. 

I sucked in a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing. 

I walked through the double doors and it… was a lot busier than I expected. There were servants everywhere and bodyguards trying to locate their rooms. 

As my eyes scanned them, I began to wonder… how many Phantom wolves are there exactly to need these many guards?

I have always imagined that there were at least three to four of them. Now I realise the big miscalculation I made in my whole plan.

I unconsciously took a step forward and bumped into someone. 

“Dammit, what is it with you people and bumping into people?” I cursed under my breath, half expecting an insult from whoever was behind me. 

“Why, little mouse?” A honey-like tone retorted, with a glint of amusement. “You're the one who bumped into me.” 

Just then,, the sweet smell of lavender engulfed me. Every inch of my skin prickled like there were a thousand needles on it.

I turned around and froze.

A silver medallion glinted against their chest, unmistakable and damning.

A Phantom Wolf.

Curly red hair that fell over his face, a pointed nose with high cheekbones. Small cherry lips and a smile… a smile that knocked breath out of my lungs. 

He was dressed in a matching red tracksuit and was slightly leaner than Dominic. Little cross earrings on his ear and a rose tattoo running from his neck and disappearing into his shirt. 

Unlike Dominic's calm, powerful aura, his aura was dark and menacing. A strong contrast to his honey-laced tone and teasing words. 

My breath caught, chest rising unevenly as heat flooded my face. My fists clenched until my nails bit into my palms, barely holding back the fury coiling under my skin.

“Don't look at me with such intense hate, little mouse. I won't pretend it doesn't turn me on…” his lips curled into a smirk as the words rolled off his tongue. “Hand me your license.” 

My fists clenched hard. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. 

‘Hand it over, Teddy. Now.’ Ava's voice echoed in my head, sharp and urgent. I froze. She hadn’t spoken in months, not since Mariel’s death. Her sudden return rattled me more than the red-haired devil in front of me.

'Can't you smell his terrifying bloodlust, Ted? If you start a fight, he is going to beat you! So hand it over!’ she snapped. 

I sucked in a deep breath and handed over the license to him. He took the license and stared at it while I tried to figure out what the other part of his face covered with hair looked like. I couldn't even tell his eye colour.

But I caught a glimpse when he raised his head, just enough to see one eye glinting red-gold, like sunlight bleeding through wine.

“So you are one of Dominic's playthings, huh?” He rumbled sweetly. “That's cute. The last one lasted for only two weeks.”

Playthings? Two weeks?

My breath hitched. I shouldn't be surprised. It sounded like what they were capable of. 

“How long are you going to last, little mouse?” He asked, and my fists clenched. Aside from his intimidating presence, I hated that nickname, too. 

“It’s Alvin,” I gritted. “Not little mouse.” 

He tossed me my license and began walking away.

“You should be careful, little mouse,” his voice dropped, almost reverent. “You smell a little too pleasant. Like sin wrapped in silk. Everything I shouldn’t want… and everything I do.”

My cheeks stained red as my heart slowed…

Did he… Did he just flirt with me?