Chapter 012
HANNAH
I reached for the straps of my backpack strapped securely across my shoulders and clutched it tightly. My gaze was fixed on the ground, scared to look at Asher’s cold yet burning eyes.
I needed an escape route. And I needed it fast.
Slowly glancing around me, I painfully realized I had two options: beg Asher or sprint. None of them seemed good, especially since he had closed the distance between us, his breath hot and fast.
Asher was faster than me, even in his sleep, so running would only end with my face slammed to the ground. That is if I managed to run.
Begging him was the most logical choice, but that meant I would be at his mercy. And without any exaggerations, the devil was more merciful than Asher Dawson.
I finally managed to look up at him. Asher's eyes seemed to gleam with knowledge as if he knew the very thoughts that ran through my mind.
Mace sensed his aura and dominating wolf and immediately backed down. Yes, my wolf abandoned me in my time of distress.
Asher's gaze locked onto mine, and I knew he felt it too - the primal connection that refused to be broken. His expression twisted in a snarl as if he hated himself for still being bound to me.
I stuttered, my words tumbling out in a nervous jumble. ''I-I-I was j-just g-going to the l-library... t-to get a b-book bef–before class..'' My voice trailed off as I tried to step around him again, my eyes darting toward any available door.
But Asher was too quick and yanked me back with a force that sent me crashing into my locker. I groaned as my knees hit the floor, and a terrible ache shook my joints.
I didn’t need to look around to know that people were staring. Everyone wanted to know what Asher would do to their usual punching bag.
Goddess. I hated myself.
"Look at this!” Asher barked, and his voice echoed across the hallway. Before I could lift my head, he grabbed my chin and forced me to stare at his face. There, across his eyebrows, was a faint scar. Only a faint scar. “Your little puppets did this to me.”
I really wanted to tell him to go to hell or that it was just a tiny scar. I had lots more, and frankly, if it were a competition, I would have won easily.
But all that escaped my lips was a tiny squeal, “I’m sorry.” I whispered.
“Sorry?” He chuckled, and his hands tightened around my neck. “I don’t think you were sorry yesterday. Did you think they would hang around with you every second? Did you for once think I run this place?”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Asher, I didn’t mean to—”
Before I could finish, I felt Asher’s hand colliding with my chin, leaving my words hanging in the air.
My cheeks stung, and my ears rang with a high-pitched sound that drowned out everything else and left me momentarily disoriented.
Asher hit me in front of everyone. The asshole slapped me.
My eyes watered, a lone tear threatening to escape, but I managed to suppress it. I knew for sure help was not forthcoming, and I couldn't fight back or possibly stand up for myself. The least I could do was restrain myself from giving them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
Julia smiled, her eyes sparkling with sadistic satisfaction as she beheld my distress. Asher's grip on my shirt tightened, his fingers digging deeper into my skin as if to hold me in place for his next blow.
He looked at Julia as though he was seeking confirmation, and she shrugged. I assumed she was asking him to do whatever he wanted with me.
Immediately, Asher let go of my badly wrinkled shirt. I could feel one end of the fabric slip off my shoulders. I clutched at it desperately, holding it in place as if my very own dignity depended on it. He took a deep breath, his hands clenched in a fist and pressed hard against the wall behind me.
His voice was low and menacing, “Stay away from the triplets." He took a deep breath and pulled closer to me. My breath stifled as I awaited his next words. "You're my mate, and I can do whatever I want with you. I own you today and forever.”
A collective gasp of shock and whispers rippled through the hallway.
“Did he just claim her?” I heard someone ask.
“So it’s true.”
“No wonder he’s so upset.”
“How can that loser get all the good boys?”
Julia's eyes narrowed, and she frowned.
Asher had just publicly accepted me as his mate, and that didn't go down well with her. I could see her lips twitching with fury and her face turning redder as each second passed.
She took a step forward, “Asher, what are you doing?'' She hissed, but her voice was low. "You clearly said you'd never claim her as your mate. She's nothing to you but a lowly, stupid omega." She clenched her fist tightly by her sides. "You can't-" Asher turned to face her.
"Don't cross me, Julia, mind your business. This has nothing to do with you." Asher snapped.
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