Chapter 236
LUCIAN
I slammed my fist against wall hard enough to leave a vertical crack on it.
"Fuck!" I hissed and kicked the reading table for good measure.
I was angry. Angrier than I had ever been in my life. Worse it wasn't getting any better. The more I thought of what had just happened, the more royally pissed I got.
For fuck's sake, I was the Lycan Prince. The heir to the Warborn territory. Yet despite how important, how special I was, the moon goddess or whoever the hell was up there, controlling our lives, had played this stupid trick on me.
She gave me a mate who thought being an Alpha's daughter in some way made her worthy enough to be mine.
'Want... Willa,' my wolf growled for what felt like the thousandth time today.
"Shut the fuck up," I hissed. "I have enough on my plate without dealing with you too."
But Luce wouldn't shut up. He kept muttering her name over and over again until it felt like there were bees buzzing around in my head and I just wanted to rip it off and be done with it.
"She wasn't that special anyway," I said to the empty room.
'Liar," Luce said.
I paced the room, ended up in front of the mirror. I stared into it. Through it.
A picture formed in my brain of the girl, Small, delicate. Her dark hair in a pixie cut. Her blue eyes wide as she stared at me. And those red, pouty lips.
When I had leaned close to warn her off- something I badly regretted, I had noticed tiny scars on them like she had a habit of biting them lately.
She was a little thing but I could tell she was a regular spitfire. I mean, look at the way she had stood up to me, talking about her importance and her Alpha brothers.
And then there was her name...
"Willa," I murmured. I liked the way it rolled off my tongue so I said it again. "Willa."
Even her name was unusual, unique. Just like her.
This time, I said it a little louder. "Willa."
One of my fingers knocked a bottle of perfume to the floor. The crash brought me back to myself.
I swore under my breath, turned away from the mirror and kept pacing.
What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I staring at the mirror like an idiot, muttering a nobody's name like a prayer?
"Get a grip, Lucian," I told myself. "Get a freaking grip, goddamnit!"
I shook back my sleeve, checked my gold watch. I was surprised to see it was almost 8p.m. How long had I been moping about in this room?
I had to get ready. 8 was the time for the wolfing ritual for first years. I couldn't afford to be late. I was one of the persons supervising the event.
'We'll get to see her. Willa,' Luce said.
I paused in the act of reaching for my jacket. I felt my heart skip.
Shit! Willa was a first year. I had completely forgotten that. She would be at the wolfing ritual.
The last thing I wanted was to see her again but I couldn't hide out in my room all semester, could I? Certainly not.
She was the one that ought to run and hide whenever she saw me coming. And as for tonight...
Well, I had plans for handling that too. I would ignore her, crush her so completely that she would stop affecting me.
Lucian Drayton was always in control. I would not, could not allow a mere slip of girl get under my skin.
I snatched up my jacket and left my room now almost eager to see her. Eager to put my plan into action.
And if I thought I felt something suspiciously like excitement deep down, I told myself it was just a false emotion. Just a stupid, phoney feeling my wolf wouldn't let go of.
He would soon though. I promised myself that.
The first year wolves were all in the great hall, chattering excitedly, waiting for the ritual to begin. Someone had decorated the place with realistic drawings of werewolves in different stages of shifting.
I didn't stop to say a word to anyone. I went straight to the others already in their places on the large platform who would be helping me supervise tonight's ceremony.
"Good. You're here," Liam said.
He said something else but I wasn't listening. Though I didn't want to, I found my eyes seeking Willa out of the crowd. I saw her almost immediately.
Of course she was giving me that same wide eyed stare she had given me earlier today when I was about to give the welcome address. I had all but frozen up then.