My Lycan Boyfriend's Dark Secret

The curse

*Avery Black*

Why did it have to be her, the most innocent girl in this godforsaken place. I feel like driving my fist through a wall, restless to a point where I can’t remain seated in homeroom, no matter how hard I try. I slide out of my window seat and walk over to the teacher’s desk, determined to find a way out of this hell.

“Mrs Jones,” I say as charmingly as I can, letting my words flow out in a deep melodious rumble. The one advantage of my genes is that I am extremely hard to say no to. I hardly ever use it to my advantage as it irks me to do so, disgusts me even. I despise pretense. Also, it doesn’t seem fare to use my alpha aura on an average wolf, which my teacher most surely is.

“How can I help you Mr Black,” she answers with a smile, batting her eyes as she looks up at me, the usual response when I use the full force of my inherited charm. She is a sweet lady, friendly and generous and even beautiful for her age, but it disgusts me that everyone just sees this face I am cursed with... the one filling them with false promise that greatness will come from me. I know the truth though, a truth I keep well hidden, a truth that was easy to hide until my sweet little temptress walked onto campus. I know the only thing that follows me is the curse placed upon me and the misery it will surely cause if I give into its urges.

“I am sorry ma’am, but I need some personal time. I will be forever in your debt if you allow me this period off... as a personal favor.” I lean in just a little bit closer for full effect. With my enhanced vision I can see the blood rushing to her cheeks and lips, I can hear the drumming of her increased heart rate and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin to a point where she risks perspiring. Yes, the Black lineage has a profound effect on those around us, partly due to the fact that we are the leaders of the strongest wolf pack in the United Kingdom, partly due to the fact that my mother is Lycan who turned my father Lycan the moment they marked each other, but also... Our pack is the only one ruled by Lycans, and will be the first one to be ruled by a Lycan carrying the vampiric curse... I am a hybrid between two mortal enemies... forever at war with myself.

“Certainly Avery, you are ahead in class anyway,” she says handing me the hall pass slip, allowing her fingertips to graze my skin. I refrain from reacting with disgust, even though I can quite literally feel the bile rise up in my throat and only thank her for her kindness... as misplaced as it may be.

Since finding her in that courtyard, amidst the masses of meaningless idiots, I find my thoughts captured by her. Her sweet coconut and sea breeze scent pulls me towards her with an intensity I don’t think I can fight, but I have to fight it... I have no other choice... since I cannot bring myself to reject her... yet. Looking into her beautiful sky blue eyes woke something deep within me and makes me see the world around me in full color... for the first time in... a shockingly long time. Call me selfish, but I am not ready to let go just yet.

The cool breeze blows through the tiled passage, pushing gently against my back as I close my eyes to regain control of my emotions. Being part Lycan, I tend to have volatile volcanic moods... whereas the vampire in me keeps me as cool as ice. As if being eighteen isn’t hard enough. I exhale on a long breath, feeling more stable than I did a few minutes ago.

Without warning, perhaps because I was too deep in thought to pay attention, someone crashes into me. I hear books crashing to the floor and echoing through the hall at the same time as the sweet scent of the girl hits me like a ton of bricks. Her scent drives me wild, howling in delight on the inside, but also sears my throat like a blowtorch to flesh. It’s torture being this close to her, wonderful torture. She doesn’t look at me, but I can’t stop myself from looking at her, relishing in the opportunity to burn her, every inch and every gesture she makes, into my memory. My eyes caress her delicate porcelain skin as my gaze travels down her arm to her fingertips. Allowing myself to get completely carried away by my thoughts, once again, I find my hand reaching for hers as she scurries to collect her books. My fingers touch hers, feeling her warm soft skin intoxicate me like a drug. I see the way her wild blond curls fall across her face and all I want to do is tuck them away, safely, behind her ears. She looks up at me, catching me while I admire her innocent and unique beauty.

What are you doing moron, I hear the voice in my head, it’s dangerous. Like a jolt of electricity coursing through me I jump away from her, straightening, resolute on keeping up with my cold appearance.

“You should watch where you are going,” I scold her. It is safer for her to hate me. I can’t risk her finding out that she is my mate, and I definitely can’t risk her life in accepting her as mine... no matter how much I crave to do just that.

“I-I’m S-Sorry,” she stutters, completely flustered. She tucks her hair behind her ear and my eyes follow the movement, hating the fact that I am robbed of the opportunity. I feel bad for scaring her. Good, you should be scared!

“Where are you going?” I ask, giving in to my desire to talk to her. Just walk away!!

“Mr Hendricks, 26B,” she whispers, her doe eyes meeting mine again. Stop drawing her in!!

“He won’t be happy that you are late,” I say, acting displeased with her, which is a blatant lie, “down the hall, to your left... first door on your right,” I tell her, wanting to help but knowing I shouldn’t. She starts running, good, she should run away from me... as fast as she can. And I did the same, disappearing around the corner before I give in to every instinct to catch up to her or call her back. This is going to be torture... complete and utter torture. How am I going to get through this year.