Chapter 233
WILLA
I kept staring at the Lycan prince. The microphone gave another of it's whines. Lucian started his speech.
The students, old and new, hung on to his every word. I on the other hand didn't hear a word he said. I only followed the movement of his lips and wondered what they would feel like on my own. All I wanted to do was fling myself into his arms, to feel those large muscular arms wrap around me.
I had had crushes on lots of boys but never had I felt something like this. Ever.
The intensity of my feelings shocked me. I bounced on the balls of my feet impatient for the welcome address to be over.
Finally it was.
The students began to disperse. In the crush, I lost sight of Lucian. When the crowd thinned out, I saw him exchanging a few words with the dean. Then he moved off.
'Go with him,' urged a voice at the back of my head.
"No," I said aloud, thinking how weird that would be.
A girl, passing by, gave me a weird look and a wide berth. Probably thought I was crazy.
Lucian walked on, past the great Worchmount tree and into the woods. I found my feet carrying me forward, away from the class I was supposed to attend and towards Lucian.
"Stop," I told myself when I got past the thick belt of trees surrounding the woods.
For a second or two I did stop but the pull to Lucian was too much to resist. It overrode my will. I walked on, caught a glimpse of his blue t-shirt among the browns and greens of the woods.
He went deeper in. I couldn't see him anymore. I hurried foward, almost ran, crashed through a thicket and nearly bumped into him. He was standing, facing me, arms crossed over his broad chest.
"You've been following me," he said. "Why?"
I licked my lips nervously. "I- I-"
He cocked his head to the side. One lock of thick brown hair caressed his brow.
"You- you what?" he said.
I found I was hyperventilating. I struggled to keep my breathing under control.
"I don't know if you noticed," I began in a shaky voice although I was sure that he had noticed. "But you and I are-"
"Mates," he interrupted. "I know. What of it? Wait a minute. Did you really think I would accept you? Did you?"
I couldn't speak even if I wanted to. I just stared. I had barely said a dozen words to him and he was rejecting me?
Was this a rejection?
My blood grew cold at the thought.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Willa Wallace," I replied automatically.
"Willa... even from that distance, I could tell you were just a werewolf. Not a Lycan. Nothing special. That's why I didn't approach you. You on the other hand..." He gave me a once over. "You seem hopelessly optimistic. I'm standing here wondering whether the dean didn't do his job by telling you your place here."
"I-he-"
He raised a hand again. "Well, that's neither here no there. First I have a girlfriend. Secondly, Willa Wallace, there is no way in hell I would be mated to a low ranking wolf like you."
I staggered back. Tears pooled in my eyes.
"I'm not low ranking!" I shouted. My fingers curled into fists. "My brothers are Alphas. I'm one of the most important people in my pack."
"Unfortunately this is not your pack. This is Worchmount. Here you're just a little better than an Omega. I'm a prince, in case that escaped your notice. I'm supposed to be mated to a princess not someone like you. What happened out there must have been some kind of mistake."
"It wasn't! We both felt it." I lowered my voice. "I know you feel it now."
Lucian's face darkened. His muscles flexed. He took two quick steps forward. He looked so angry that I backed away.
"I feel nothing!" he hissed. "And not a word of this to anyone. If I hear even a tiny rumour about what's happened here... well, let's just say really bad things happen to people who go against me in Worchmount."
He turned on his heel and left so quietly he barely stirred the trees. The tears came then, hot and bitter.
I hated myself for crying over the asshole but the pain of rejection was so bad. It made me feel like I could never be happy again.
A twig snapped.
I spun around, heart thudding in my chest, hoping and praying it was Lucian come back to tell me he had made a mistake and that I was the one.
It wasn't Lucian.
A boy with a deathly pale face that could only belong to a vampire was watching me.
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