#Chapter 5: Fated to be Mated

Bollocks.

I quickly yanked my shirt over my head. I shrugged and glanced behind my locker as casually as I could glance at the hottest man I’d ever seen.

“It’s cologne made from the herbs of our garden,” I said. I was shaking in fear but hope you couldn’t tell by my voice. “My housekeeper made it. I can have her send me some for you if you’d like.”

Knight hummed. I watched out of the corner of my eye as his eyes raked over me as I shimmed up my trousers. I grabbed my belt then managed to turn to meet his eye. I raised my eyebrow in question. There was a pungent pause before Knight licked his top teeth and turned back to look into his own locker.

“That’s alright,” he said. “My housekeeper makes something similar. I’ll just ask her.”

He slammed his locker closed and stalked off out of the locker room. I watched him go out into the school and then my eyes lingered on the other men in the locker room. Immediately, my face felt red hot.

There were men’s … bits everywhere.

I’d never seen so many dangling bits of flesh in my life. Truthfully, I’d never seen any dangling bits for longer than a few seconds. I’d accidentally walked in on Ethan in the bath before and immediately covered my eyes when I’d seen the flesh between his legs that I didn’t have.

But here, they were everywhere and of every shape and size.

Long and thin and fat and short and just so … limp! I tried my very hardest not to blush even more than I was. I slowly, but not yet slow enough to rise suspicions, turned back towards my locker. I pulled my daily boots out and pulled them off my legs before gently shutting my locker door. I spun the lock a few times then went to go to the door and leave the sea of penises I was surrounded by. Unfortunately for me, Blade had other ideas.

“Blueheart, you hit the showers?” He goaded. He poked into the flesh of my forearm. “Or are you hoping the sun will stay longer on your skin and make you less pale looking?”

I scowled at Blade. “What’s wrong with being pale?”

“You look like a sick child,” Blade snorted. “I highly doubt women like that.”

“Women care more about personality than looks,” I threw back.

Badger stuck his head out from behind another set of lockers. He was glaring at me much like he had been all during class. “Yeah, the size of your cock,” he snorted. His eyes glanced down to the crotch of my trousers. “Which I can tell, isn’t anything to be proud of.”

I narrowed my eyes at Badger. I looked down at his groin then locked eyes with him. Then I measured an inch with my fore finger and my thumb. Badger’s lips curled into a frown again.

“And this,” I motioned to my hand. “Is what you have to be proud of.”

Blade snorted with laughter before grabbing the shoulder of one of the other older boys who was in the middle of changing. He turned and started laughing as well. Soon enough, most of the third years were crowded around Badger, Blade and I were laughing with me.

I took that as my chance and made my way to the exit of the locker room. I was sure to pin Badger with a glare as I went, laughter still chorusing behind us as I escaped. As soon as the door slammed behind me, I vowed to never step foot in the locker room again.

I’d make sure that one days where we trained, I would arrived dressed to train and sprint back to my own room after to shower in the comfort of my lonesome. As long as the locker room was full, I wouldn’t be there.

I had an hour until my next class so I made sure to go off to my room and shower. As I opened the door to my room, I opened the door to another empty room and sighed with relief. The last thing I wanted was to make stupid chit chat with anyone else. I needed a fiery hot bath and to slunk under my quilt until I had to leave the comfort of my silence.

As I removed my shirt, I took in all of the décor across the room from me. There were dark drapes and dark bedding. Then, there were several photos shoved into one frame that was stained black to match. I walked closer and took a better look at the people in the photos.

Most of them had either black or honey-gold eyes. They had dark, wavy hair. One of the women looked about my age with deep black hair that was plaited down her back. Several deep purple flours were woven into her hair. She was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. I furrowed my eyebrows as I tried to figure out where I’d seen her before. Something about her was so familiar.

I started to unwind my binding on my chest. The relief was instant and had me sighing in relief. I shrugged the trousers off me and was left in only the men’s under garments from Ethan. I glanced across the room at the other belongings. On the nightstand, was a black pendant. I walked over to examine it further. It was in the shape of a crescent moon with a beautiful, sculpted wolf arching into the crescent.

The pendant was that of a Alpha’s son. Some of great power.

I groaned in response and put the pendant back down. Great, another douchebag to have to walk on eggshells around. I grabbed a towel from my closet and stuck my head into the hallway. Luckily for me, most of the younger students were in the locker room still. The older students were just getting ready to start their training for the day and were missing as well.

I darted, barefoot, down the hallway to the bathroom. I found a stall in the back corner of the bathroom and took it as a safe sign to strip myself of my final barrier. I turned the shower on the felt the hot water rush out of it and over my aching muscles. I let my eyes flutter shut as I cleansed myself in the water.

It was a wonderful feeling of peace that I hadn’t felt since arriving on campus. I wanted to spend forever in that shower, but I knew I couldn’t. I used the soaps I’d found on the shelf and scrubbed my skin raw before turning the shower off. I wrapped my towel tight around me and grabbed my underwear off of the floor. I did the same little head peak out thing before zipping off back to my room.

As I reached the door, I heard the distant thudding of feet on the floor. I tried to pull the door open quickly but fumbled with the handle. As soon as I tried to wrench the door open, a hand wrapped around the door and yanked it back shut. I gasped and looked towards the perpetrator.

Knight Darkmoon was standing in front of me. His hair was slightly slick, clearly with exertion. His cheeks were red and the darks of high eyes were so big that they made his whole eyes dark. The proximity of him to me sent a surge of lust through me that I knew was from the fated mate bond.

What I didn’t expect, however, was for Knight’s jaw to clench as if he was experiencing the same thing as I was. His eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. It made my mouth water and my insides ache with want.

Then, I remembered my shower and how hard I’d scrubbed my body to get it clean. My breath caught in my throat.

I washed my potion off.

"Mate?" he breathed. "How—what—"

He was lost for words, as was I.