My Lycan Boyfriend's Dark Secret

Weakness

*Avery Black*

She walks into her room and I am grateful. Her scent was driving me mad as the burning desire to sink my teeth into her neck grows.

“Aren’t you coming in?” She asks me as she stops to stand in front of the window. The light shines out from around her, making her look like the angel I know she is. Why does life have to me so cruel?

“No, I should get going,” I tell her and I turn on my heel before I can change my mind.

“Avery?” she calls after me, but I pretend not to hear her, and keep walking. If my heart was at all still functional, it would be breaking right about now. I can’t get this close to her. I can’t put her in danger just because I am selfish. Eyes turn to me as the girls who inhabit this building see me walking through its passages, for the first time ever, and if I was wise, it would be the last time too.

I push through the large wooden double doors leading out to the courtyard, and there I see her best friend, Stephanie, I think.

“Hi,” I greet her as I walk up to her. She was standing with her back turned my way when I spoke. She almost toppled over altogether when she heard me speak. Poor girl. She is sweet and kind towards my mate, but she is so defenseless and soft. She definitely isn’t Alpha material.

“Oh... uh... Hi,” she stutters awkwardly as her cheeks turn a bright red. I can’t help but stare at her face as the blood rises and pools below her skin... it looks so... STOP IT!! I squeeze my eye firmly shut. “I-I’m sorry if I stutter,” she pushes her glasses back on her nose.

“Don’t be,” I say, getting straight to the point. “Your friend had a fall earlier today. I took her up to her room to rest. Perhaps you could keep an eye on her.” Dammit... I said too much... gave away too much. f**k.

“You took her to her room? Why?” her eyes are wide open, as if she is keeping herself from blinking for some bizarre reason.

“Because she was hurt and nobody was with her.” I wasn’t a lie... in fact it was the truth. They left her in a hurry, only caring about their own meaningless little lives. They should care, we all should... if he were to ever escape through that door...

“That’s... s-so kind of y-you,” she answers, fiddling with the cover of her text book. “I will go right away.” Thank goddess for the power of persuasion. It was easy enough to make just about anyone bend to my rules and oblige absentmindedly in obeying my orders. The kicker is that I would trade positions with them any time. I would kill to be normal.

I see Kurt walking along the side of the opposite building. His collar tilted up in arrogance and his hair gelled into spikes. I march over to him, waiting until he is out of sight of the other students before I make my move.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave her alone,” I hissed, hearing a drumming in my ears as my instincts threaten to take over control.

“Who are you talking about,” he says in shock.

“Oh come on, not even you are that dim-witted,” I tell him, feeling my agitation grow at his display of ignorance.

“Oceania?” he asks, frowning.

“Well done, I knew you had a few brain cells in you.”

“f**k off Avery, leave me alone.”

I glide over to him. With my grip tight around his throat I lift him off the ground. Yes, vampires are stronger in human form then werewolves and lycans... “say that again and you will be sorry,” I snarl, “I’m warning you... leave her alone.”

I drop him to the ground where he coughs and splutters. “Why do you care?” he asks, “What is she to you anyway?” Mistake number two. “Oh, that’s precious,” he starts laughing, “she’s your mate isn’t she?” I should say no, deny it and all other claims of caring for her, but no... I rather stand quiet and unmovable like a pillar of salt. “I’m right aren’t I?” he laughs even harder as he stands to his feet, “this is going to be fun. Finally you have a weakness.”

Finally I have a weakness... If only he knew. I am a concentrated form of weakness, bottled and wrapped up in a shell that does the exact opposite of what I feel inside. I am glad he doesn’t know, but it worries me that he may use her to get to me. I need to reject her. I can’t let this go on any longer. I can’t put her at risk and I fear that putting off the inevitable is perhaps the cruel thing to do... for her. The bad me want to keep her in the dark. Keep her as mine... without letting her know that she was in fact made for me. It’s not right, none of this is right.

Storming out of the dark passage between the buildings I head to the gym. A place where I can forget and just think of what exercise follows next. It is a place where I can count reps and forget about her smile... Where I can methodically focus on each muscle group and not of the way I feel when she looks at me. I will break her heart tomorrow. I will have to. But for now, I will forget in the solitude the gym and its equipment grants me.