Alpha Theon: the teachers lust demoness.

Chapter one.

Darcy's POV.

"Welcome the new student," the school director said, as he gestured for me to walk into the classroom.

I fidgeted with my gown, my hands shaking as I swallowed hard. I kept my head low and stood beside the school director.

"Tell them your name dear," the school director whispered.

At this point I wished the floor would open and swallow me, how can I speak in front of the students. The school director nudged me slightly and I nodded, my heart beating fast.

My voice quivered as I spoke, "My...,name ... .is ... .Darcy Hayes." I hesitated then I blurted out.

" I hope you all treat me as one of your own from now on."

I just wanted to beg them to treat me differently to treat me with nothing but love, something I have never experienced in my life.

To my surprise the room erupted in a warm applause and I raised my head up, their faces lit up with genuine smiles, unlike my previous classmates. Maybe just maybe changing schools wasn't a bad idea. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Go and sit down," he said, and I nodded.

This was a good start for me.

As I walked away I couldn't help but think about my past. I was angry the day I was informed that I would be transferred.

I was thinking It was like my previous school where I was being bullied every single time and to make it worse they tried to frame me at every chance they got.

The last straw was when my so-called mate rejected me. That day was etched in my memory forever, it was at the school dining table when we were all eating and he announced my rejection, humiliating me by announcing my sister as his new mate.

I sniffed back the tears that threatened to fall, I vowed never to let those tears fall again for his sake.

The empty seat creaked as I sat down, pulling out my books. Nobody sat down close to me or even offered to tell me what I will be doing today.

I looked around expectantly but everyone looked away, leaving me to figure things out on my own. I felt like It was odd.

The chatter of the students was a constant hum in the background. A teacher walked in and taught us. Throughout that day nobody talked to me or even passed my way for a moment I felt like I was a ghost.

*******

The sound of my roommate's laughter echoed down the hall. It's been days and I haven't even made a friend at all. My roommate totally ignored me, the three girls would talk, while I would just lay at the side of my bed.

I got dressed, picked my bag and headed to the school cafeteria. I entered and placed my order, I took my food and I ate alone.

As I chewed my lips, my mind raced with worries. I might never find a friend to show me around the school or even teach me the ways of the school and be my friend.

A deep sigh escaped my lips, I accepted that loneliness might be my new normal.

I was done eating and headed to the table. I was ready to pay when I heard someone say, "Don't worry darling, I will pay the bills."

I lifted my gaze and met her green eyes. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall.

She smiled at me, stretching her hands. "Lydia," she murmured.

I nodded, smiling as I stretched my hands shaking her hands. "Darcy," I said, as I flashed a grin.

Finally someone was talking to me in the school, I blinked twice, wondering if I was hallucinating. I stifled a squeal of excitement, composing myself before Lydia thinks I am crazy.

That was how Lydia became friends, she would show me everywhere around the school, she was quite popular so it was easy to relate to other students.

I still felt a pang of loneliness when others walked past me. But I don't mind as long as I have Lydia, I am fine. Lydia showed me the love and acceptance I'd never known before.

She was always there for me. She goes as far as helping me do my assignments whenever I feel lazy.

As the days went by, Lydia and I grew closer, and she continued to show me the ropes around school. One weekend, she suggested we check out the clubhouse, a place I'd never been before.

Despite my initial hesitation, she convinced me to come along, and we stood before the clubhouse, its tall spires reaching towards the sky.

I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness as we approached the entrance.

"I swear you are going to love it," she said, giggling as we stood outside the clubhouse, its bright colors and lively music a stark contrast to my dark mood.

"I still don't feel like going inside," I mumbled, her face fell, her eyes clouding over.

"Seriously? Don't be boring, let's go have fun,"she said, dragging me inside but I stood my ground.

I crossed my arms, my eyes fixed on the ground. "I don't want to go inside, Don't worry you can go in."

"I'm not leaving here with....." Her words trailed off as she was whisked away and I chuckled, shaking my head.

I stood alone, the weight of my solitude settling in. Second-guessing my decision to stay outside, I turned towards the entrance.

That's when I felt it - a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins. Ava, my wolf, growled softly, and I felt aroused,

This was the same feeling I felt when I first met my so-called ex-mate. Wait, does that mean that the moon goddess gave me a second chance mate?

I turned around, my heart racing, and that's when I saw him - a mysterious figure in black, disappearing into the dimly lit club.

Without hesitation, I took off after him, my feet pounding the ground. I rounded the corner, but he was nowhere to be seen. I frantically scanned the area, my senses on high alert.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, my heart beating fast. Will I ever find him again?

I closed my eyes and said a prayer: "Moon goddess please let me see him again."

Theon's POV.

"I think something stained your black shirt," Raiden my beta said, and I checked it. I quickly dust off my shirt and let out a groan, relaxing in the car and I groaned, my head aching. I couldn't help but wonder if I was imagining things.

Raiden cleared his throat, snapping me back to reality. I raised my head up, my gaze met with his.

"Spill it," I commanded.

"Why did you ask us to stop earlier, as If you felt something?" Raiden asked, his eyes fixed at me.

I hesitated unsure of how to explain the strange sensation I had felt earlier that had driven me to request for a stop.

"I felt nothing, I wanted to inhale the sweet smell of alcohol," I lied and he gave me a curt nod.

But Raiden's gaze lingered, his expression thoughtful. "Why?" He asked, his voice low. "Is everything okay?"

I gave him a curt nod. "Drive," I commanded.

Earlier I had felt a jolt of electricity, which was weird. I felt like maybe I had sensed the mate bond. That was why I had asked him to stop but when I checked around I found no one.

I couldn't tell Raiden about it because I wasn't really sure if it was the mate bond or I was just imagining things.

"What if it's the mate bond?" My wolf, Liam asked, his voice low and husky.

I chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

"If the moon goddess did go along with the request, I would happily break her!" I said, my voice laced with a hint of excitement.

In our world, the mate bond is a sacred bond, decreed by the moon goddess herself. But, I had always rebelled against it. So, I had made a bold challenge to the moon goddess: to break the mate bond without rejecting my assigned mate.

As I thought about the mate bond, a surge of frustration coursed through me. Why would the moon goddess dictate who I spend the rest of my life with?!

So, if the moon goddess decides to grant my request, I will make sure I break the bond without rejecting her.

I couldn't help but smile mischievously as I contemplated the challenge ahead. It was time to take control of my own destiny.

Darcy's POV.

The early morning sun shines and I groan as I stretch my body yawning. My eyes darted to the clock . Oh my goodness I'm late for class.

I stood up immediately, and I rushed to the bathroom, took my bath and headed to the class. I had slept late last night spending the whole night thinking who the hell my mate was.

I couldn't help but wonder if he would reject me or not? I was happy that the moon goddess had given me a second chance by giving me a mate, but then again, at what cost?

I was torn between happiness and fear, my heart racing with questions. Would my mate reject me publicly? Or worse, stay with me out of pity?

I couldn't bear the thought of either. Maybe it would be better if we never crossed paths again.

I slipped into the classroom, relieved to see that our teacher hadn't arrived yet. I sighted Lydia, she was sitting with some group of girls and I rushed to her side, I sat down beside her.

"Good morning," I said softly, trying to contain my smile.

Lydia raised an eyebrow "You are late."

I shrugged, feeling a bit sheepish. "I overslept,"

"You were probably daydreaming about your mate," she teased me, and my face turned red.

"Stop it," I said, as I playfully hit her arm. I told Lydia about the mate bond last night and she was extremely happy she was anticipating it more than me.

"Someone can't wait to be smooched by her mate," one of the girls said, her voice low and husky and they burst into laughter.

I looked away blushing. "She can't wait to stay on the bed and be moaning his name," Lydia teased and my eyes widened, smiling.

"Ewww, stop it Lydia," I whispered, which made them laugh the most.

"What's eww, I promise you once you see him, you will want to be all over him. The mate bond is a powerful thing." One of the girls whispered.

Lydia grinned mischievously. "He will bend you over, and make you scream his name."

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "You are impossible."

I can't believe they were discussing something like this so openly. How could they do it?

"Darcy looks quiet. I doubt she would love screaming." One of their voices snapped me back to reality.

"Darcy, tell me, do you prefer screaming or not?" Lydia asked me, grinning.

"Uhh?" I mumbled and they laughed at me.

How was I supposed to tell them I have never done this shit before? My ex mate rejected me a day after finding out that I was his mate.

As if reading my mind, Lydia spoke. "I have a lot to teach you!"

"I don't want to," I mumbled, shifting my gaze away from her.

"Oh, come on, Darcy! You can't let one bad experience hold you back," she said, as she leaned closer, her voice low and husky.

I shifted in my seat, feeling a bit defensive. "Thank you, but I'm not interested," I said, fidgeting my hands.

"When your mate goes out seeking pleasure elsewhere, you will come running back to us," one of the girls said.

"And by that time it will be too late," another chimed in a low tune.

"But we will give you a shoulder to cry on when it happens," Lydia added.

But I kept quiet, playing with the tips of my book. I won't lie, they make me want to have a mate right now.

"I think we should go to the club this weekend," Lydia suggested. I stared at her confused.

"Why?" I asked.

"Dummy, so we can see if we can meet your mate again," she responded.

"Ohhh," I pouted, not knowing what to say. Do I really want to see my mate or not? I stared at Lydia. A part of me wanted to see my mate but another part of me was terrified of getting hurt again.

Someone ran inside and announced the teacher was coming.

"Later," Lydia mumbled, and we scrambled to our seats.

My pen fell on the ground and I knelt down to pick it up when I heard the class greeted in unison.

"Good morning sir," they greeted him.

I raised my head up and my eyes met with his. Ava let out a loud growl. "Mate!" She growled. Her voice is low and menacing.

And I gasped, my mind reeling in shock. "The Lycan king is my mate?!!"

Chapter three.

Darcy's POV.

I struggled to wrap my head around the impossibility of it all. My second chance mate was the Lycan King? I had met him once before, two years ago, at a ceremony where he was introduced as the ruler of the Lycans.

Everyone had bowed down to him, except for me, who was too distracted by stomach pain to notice. Now, I found myself wondering why the students here didn't seem to recognize his authority and why he was teaching at this school.

II felt like I was losing my mind. "Dracy, Darcy," I heard my name being called, and I shifted my gaze to Lydia.

She whispered, "Why are you standing?" I looked around, realizing I was the only student still standing, and all eyes were on me. I forced a smile that didn't reach my eyes and quickly sat down, swallowing hard.

My eyes met the Lycan King's, and I couldn't look away. It was as if we were locked in a silent stare-down.

Then, I heard a student whisper, "She's attracted to the teacher." Another chimed in, "Poor thing, she's fallen for our teacher."

The Lycan King's eyes narrowed, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

At this point, I was starting to believe that I was genuinely cursed. The moon goddess's decision to mate me with the Lycan King, my new teacher, seemed like a cruel joke.

My eyes fixed on him, taking in his powerful physique and striking features. His long black hair cascaded down his back, and his golden eyes seemed to gleam in the light.

His chiseled cheekbones and broad shoulders made him look like a god. I licked my bottom lips unconsciously, I felt Ava stirring within me, her growl threatening to surface.

I struggled to keep her at bay, but it was no use. My gaze remained locked on the Lycan King, my gaze darted from his face to his mouth, my mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.

I let out a weary sigh and tried to convince myself that it was okay to pretend I didn't feel the mate bond. As painful as it was, I thought it was for the best.

After class, he would reject me too, and we could both go back to living our normal lives as if nothing had ever happened.

A relationship between us was impossible - he was the Lycan King and my teacher. I just needed to prepare myself for rejection, which I had experienced before. The worst that could happen was that I'd be weak for at least a week, but I'd be fine.

I tried to focus on the class, pulling out my book and placing it on the desk. But my attention kept wandering back to him. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was staring at me every time I looked up.

At first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but every time I raised my head, I caught him gazing at me. His eyes would linger for a moment before shifting away.

I had a bad feeling about this. It wasn't a gaze of love or hate, but something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

My intuition was screaming warnings, and I couldn't ignore it. I fixed my gaze on him, but his expression remained neutral. What was going on?

Nearby, a girl and her mate sat together, and the Lycan King addressed them, his tone laced with skepticism.

"You two are mates?" They nodded in unison, prompting a dismissive scoff from the king. His gaze then shifted to me, and I hastily looked away, feigning nonchalance as I toyed with my hair.

Lydia noticed my discomfort and inquired about my well-being. I reassured her with a nod and a forced smile, choosing not to tell her about the mate bond since we would be rejecting each other anyway.

My attention drifted back to the Lycan King, who continued to stare at me intently. His eyes narrowed, and he refocused on the lesson.

As the class drew to a close, his deep, resonant voice sent an unexpected thrill through me, "I will be assigning you all a project." His words stirred a flutter of arousal within me.

The Lycan King announced, "We have reached the end of today's class."

I quickly packed my books, eager to leave first with my friends for lunch. "Are you ready to go?" I asked Lydia, and she nodded.

I grabbed her hand, but she resisted, saying, "Let's wait for the others."

I shook my head, "They will meet us up."

Lydia asked, "What's the rush?"

I shook my head again, "Nothing, please let's go." I begged, and she hesitated before nodding.

I dragged her towards the door, but just as we were about to step out, a deep voice called my name, "Darcy Hayes." I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

I turned around slowly, and my eyes met the Lycan King's, whose hands were crossed behind his back. I was taken aback to discover that he knew my name.

"Darcy Hayes is the new class president," he announced, causing the entire class to gasp in shock.

"What?!" I exclaimed, but he simply smirked, turning to face the class.

"She's the new class president, so direct any questions or concerns to her, and she'll respond accordingly," he said.

"I don't want the...." but my words trialed off as Lydia quickly covered my mouth, and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Sorry, sir, she doesn't know what she's saying," Lydia intervened, and I shook my head, whispering to her, "Lydia, I don't want the position."

But she insisted, her teeth clenched, "Why reject it? Don't miss this opportunity."

I asked her what opportunity she was talking about, and she let out a hiss, "You want to communicate with our classmates? This is the perfect chance. Take it, I swear you'll be acknowledged by the class."

Lydia's words struck a chord; I did want to be acknowledged by everyone, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Despite my reservations, I heard myself say, "I'm sorry, sir. I accept it."

But a voice in my head screamed that I was making a mistake.