Sara POV
Have you ever had a jaw-dropping moment in public? Like a full-on mouth falls open, and you stare at the thing that has made you lose all control for an undisclosed amount of time. Well, I have.
"...So we must ask that everyone be on their best behavior," Professor Taylor finishes acting like he didn't just shock the entire class with his announcement.
My brain reloads as he sits down at his desk, and my hand shoots into the air.
"Yes," he asks, and I clear my throat nervously.
"So King Octavius will be coming here...to this college...today," I ask, and a few girls snicker at me.
The professor literally just said the King, along with a few of the other higher-ups, would
SARA POV Oh my God! Oh my God. It's him. It's really him.At least, I think it's him. In his pictures, he always looks so stoic, but right now, he seems like he is walking on clouds.He can't be this excited to tour human colleges, can he? Other humans have documented him as being nothing but cold when interviewed. But there is no denying that face. This man is Octavius Bishop. Maybe he values education, and that's why he looks delighted to be here. His eyes scan the room, and when they land on me, he smiles, like really smiles. His eyes light up, and I swear my heart misses a few beats. He is the sexiest man I have ever seen, and he is smiling at me. Good thing I put on mascara this morning."Hello, I was told this is a class that studies supernaturals," he says as he walks towards Professor Taylor with his hand outstretched.
OCTAVIUS POV My heartbeat races as my mate finally stops screaming. For the longest time, Jannah being attacked by a bear was the scariest moment of my life, but now there is a new scariest moment. My mate screaming out in pain because of something I did will haunt me for the rest of my unnaturally long life. Feeling as if she might die from that pain will star in every one of my nightmares. As I study her appearance, I feel worse. Her once slick blackish-brown hair is now frizzy and messy. Her beautiful olive skin has a thin layer of sweat, and her beautiful almond brown eyes look petrified. It makes me sick to my stomach to know I did all that with one little sentence."Sara, are you okay," Jannah asks as she offers Sara her hand. Sara takes one look at the friendly g
Sara POV I look over my shoulder yet again as I walk home. A deep shiver runs down my spine, and I rub my arm to comfort myself. Ever since I ran from King Octavius and his friends, I have felt nervous. I haven't even been back to class because I am afraid they will come back to hurt me. The only reason I am outside my apartment now is because Floki was out of food. Luckily for me, I am almost home. I pull my key card from my pocket as I leave the elevator, only to freeze midstep when I see someone standing in the hall right by my door. My heartbeat doubles for a second, and my breathing becomes ragged before I realize it is just my lowlife father standing in front of my door. "What do you want, dad," I ask after I calm down, and he spins around to face me, looking a little crazy. "Sara, where have you been? W
OCTAVIUS POV "Human females are sensitive. Anything you say can make one of them cry," Garretts says in a duh-like voice, and I growl. He knows I have no idea about females in general. Human or werewolf, I know nothing. But he doesn't have to act like I am dumb. "Easy. I'm only trying to help remember," Garrett says, and I nod before landing a soft elbow to the side of his head. He grunts from the impact and moves around me to try and find an opening. "I'm pointing out that she is sensitive, and that's why she cried. She probably feels your bond even though she doesn't have a wolf. My mate felt ours, and your mom made your bond much stronger than ours," Garrett says as he fakes a kick to my hip area.
SARA POV I sigh as another female classmate stops in front of my spot. I look up reluctantly, and she gives me a small smile. "What was he like," she asks while lifting her eyebrows suggestively, and I force myself not to roll my eyes. It has been like this ever since I came back to class. The rumors surrounding what happened between me and the visiting werewolves have been wild. Other students have been nonstop with their questions, and my patience is wearing thin. Especially since the questions typically pertain to sex. "I have no idea what King Octavius is like. I did not have sex with him. We had a brief conversation that ended with me getting scared. I left the school and hid away for a few days. Now I am back," I answer for the hundredth time and the curious glint in her eyes vanishes. "So you
OCTAVIUS POV"Your people would be fine without you. Humans have accepted them. They are merging with the rest of the world. Your achievements have made you obsolete," she says loudly, and the truth of her words smacks me across the face. Werewolves, in general, don't need me. They are entering the human workforce and educational system, so they don't need the pack. They still need to follow my orders, but I don't provide them with anything they can't get on their own. My role as their King is pointless. In a few years, most of them probably won't even live in werewolf land. What reason for living will I have then?"I'm sorry," Sara whispers suddenly, and my eyes refocus.I realize I have been staring at her while thinking, so I look away. I look around at her sparse surroundings, and shame fills me.She was right about everything. Even
OCTAVIUS POV "If I asked you to do something...something difficult. Would you do it no questions asked," I ask Garrett as we shift through this week's complaints? He looks up and shrugs before realizing I am serious. His eyes widen, and his eyebrows crease as he tries to figure out where I am heading with my bizarre question. "Sure. Why? What's wrong," Garrett asks, and I stand up? I haven't used the massage feature on my chair all day. I haven't answered a single request all week. I haven't been able to think past Sara or the fear I felt when she kissed me. As I stare out the floor-to-ceiling window behind my desk, my heart and mind collide for the last time. For 72 hours, I have been battling within myself. But I think my head finally won. My heart is too bruised and too scared to stand up for love any
AMBER POV "What is it," Lucian asks as I look towards the door yet again. "I feel my power growing. I also feel the pricks of wolves praying in my head, but there are so many I can't focus," I whisper, and Lucian instantly looks worried. He walks across our small living and crouches down in front of me. "Try, little mouse. Listen to one. The strongest one you can find. Follow it back to the source. Visualize. I know you haven't mastered this part of being a Goddess yet, but something tells me this is important," Lucian urges me, and I nod. My power has heightened enough from whatever is happening that I won't have an issue with energy. It's following the prayer back to the mortal realm that always gets me. My mind always gets lost or even stuck. Lucian says it's because the wolf praying doesn't have enou