Chapter 3 3

Taylor's POV

I had not realized that I had fallen asleep in class until the distant Teachings of the teacher were only an echo in my mind.

Even right now, I can feel the stinging pain all over my body as I slowly wake up. Immediately, my eyes flip open, my heart skips as I stare at the beautiful male from across the classroom. I feel dizzy.

My heart beats drastically quickly. The wolf inside me is uneasy and all I want to do is Jump in his arms and kiss him. Was I crazy? Maybe.

My head felt like a whirlwind on the inside. I wanted to tear my eyes away from him. But some things are the only clicks inside me. My eyes widened. Realization don'tts inside me like a lit bulb. It was him.

The man that the Moon goddess created for me. I can tell from the connection that I feel between us. He is like a magnet. Pulling me towards him. I've never expected to feel so overwhelmed and helpless. He stares at me as if he is communicating straight to my soul.

I noticed the way his eyes flicker between a shade of red and then back to ocean blue eyes with pecs of ember. He has short dark hair. His lips are pressed in a thin line, and all I want to do is trace my fingers over his face and pull him close to me. To kiss him.

But should that not disgust me? For a moment, my body was paralyzed. My wolf almost knocks my consciousness out. In a struggle to emerge.

To transform. But the possibilities of that happening while in the classroom world breed catastrophe. My father will kill me if that happens. And so I decided to do what I did best.

The sound of the bell ringing provided the perfect distraction. I picked up my bag and walked behind multiple girls who had already started exiting the classroom. I glance at my mate one last time. I watch the way his eyes dwindle from one place to another.

He's looking for me. But finding me will be that easy. I've lived my entire life running and being the invisible girl. I can't risk it all for him.

What if he's just like my father? What if he kills me one day, like my dad did my mum? What if he's a horrible man, and he wants to hurt me? I keep my head down. Bringing the hoodie over my hair and making sure to cover a larger part of my face.

My fingers dive into my pocket and I realize that my spray has worn off. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known me. He would not have discovered that I was a wolf to begin with.

But the connection has already been made. And from the way that she was looking at me, I can deduce that his wolf was just as much restless as mine.

The exit of the Classroom door isn't as safe as I expected. He is standing right there speaking to one of the popular girls in school. The girl has her hand on his chest, acting all seductive.

For some reason, there is a pang of jealousy in my heart. That's not supposed to happen. Right? Why do I feel jealous, yet I want nothing to do with him? I maintain my pace. I hide as much as I can.

And I moved behind the girls, making sure I'm not detectable. One step after another, I draw furtive glances at him. He hasn't found me yet.

And I take the perfect opportunity to slip out of class and immediately towards the washroom. I keep my head down. I avoid drawing any attention towards myself. I've been invisible all this time.

I'm not going to risk all of that just for a man. And an Incredibly hot, handsome man that makes me feel all tingly down there. I scampered through the washroom door immediately.

Exhaling a sigh of relief when I noticed no one was there, I dropped my backpack on the sink and proceeded to open it. Searching through its contents, I emerged with my spray and wasted no time in masking my scent.

Today was a mistake I couldn't afford. Suddenly, I'm thinking about my father. And what he was going to do to me when he discovered what I had done.

" There is only one rule, you little bitch, never let anyone know who you are. Mask your scent all the time, else you're going to get it from me.'' He would repeat that over and over again.

Surprisingly, the only thing that my father had managed to do without fail is constantly replacing my spray whenever it ran out. He was determined to keep this secret. And there is nothing I could do against that.

Life on the Run has not been as pleasant as I would have hoped. But since he let me go to school, at least I get the opportunity to be somewhere else besides in his presence. Suddenly, I catch the scent of my mate.

Panic fills my senses immediately. My eyes widen as I spray myself once more and make quick movements to pick up my backpack and find a solution to this mess. Should I hide in one of the Washrooms? I can tell by his scent that he is a powerful man. Perhaps a wolf of status.

He may not want to be associated with a low-ranking werewolf like myself. Especially one that isn't recognized by other wolf citizens. I don't belong to any pack and my father is a wanted fugitive by Alpha Darren.

This is the secret I needed to keep. This was the price I needed to pay for having no one in my life except my father. To be punished and beaten every day.

'I cannot let him catch me.' I whisper to myself as the straps of my backpack encode my shoulders, and I tiptoe towards the door immediately. I met a rude awakening however, when a shadowy figure steps through the door and into the girl's Washrooms.

There is no way he is that crazy. But staring into his bloodshot eyes brings me the reality that my mate was persistent and daring.

I find myself constantly taking a step backwards. The atmosphere is heavy. He engulfs me in his scent, drowning and overwhelming me in nothing but desire.

"Stop running from me, love.'' I watch his lips moving. And able to concentrate on anything else.

My mind is filled with sinful thoughts of what we will do. Suddenly, the images are playing in my head. Suddenly, I want him to do extremely erotic things to me.

How would it feel if he bent me over that sink and fucked me? How would it feel if those large muscular fingers of his traced over my body? I find myself clenching my thigh at that thought. But it does not pull me out of the reality that he was standing right in front of me.

Making the closest steps towards me. It is serendipitous that my mind cannot quite function when I'm in his presence. He makes me weak. He makes me mad with desire.

Someone with that kind of effect on me isn't supposed to bring any goodness. He is dangerous, and he will turn out to be just like my father.

Making one last attempt to save myself, I scurry towards the opposite side and grab the rails of the open window.

"No, please don't run." His words are only an echo in my mind. Without further ado, I jump over the window and fall to the other side. I curse when I feel my uncle bruised by the glass of the window.

Blood oozes profusely from the area, yet the pain isn't that much. I have grown accustomed to affliction to the point where it no longer affects me so much. His head bobs through the window at a peculiar speed. I can tell that he is trying to tell me something.

But I stand up and leap away, disappearing from his presence before he has a moment to follow me. I'm not going to make the same mistake my mother did. I am not going to let any man get close to me.