Chapter 8 8-Kael
RANDOM FACT: Kael Veyne has never needed to breathe. He does it anyway because Riven's scent is the only thing that has ever made him want to.
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I have always hated school.
From the moment I turned 13, which was the day all wolves showed what… rank in their stupid hierarchy they fell in which was their secondary gender, I showed no signs of what I could possibly be.
No, I wasn’t expected to start my heat or become a pure horndog at the age of 13 but I was expected to at the very least have pheromones.
Pheromones were important to wolves because it helped them know for certain what you were thinking. Your scent made the others know what you were really thinking or feeling. Made you… easier to understand.
No one could understand me because I didn’t have pheromones.
I mean, fuck, I could be as honest as I tried but they all stared at me like I was mentally unwell or just a liar no matter what I did. Literally, because they couldn’t smell me so my opinions and thoughts were taken as trash.
That was when the stares started. Then the unreasonable rumors. That I was cursed. Evil. Rotten.
I tried to stay away from most of the madness, put myself in a position where no one would come for me… but the Betas, who also had very little pheromones in the first place and were usually attacked for being such a useless bunch in the first place, decided that they had to put all their pain on someone.
So they chose me.
So the bullying started. The hunting me down every second I stepped in school. The vicious verbal attacks for no reason.
It took me a year for me to grow tough skin… which was in truth, me becoming hot enough to give someone in their circle a good enough blowjob so they’d tell me their secrets and use it against all of them.
Which worked, thank the goddess.
Though they still hated me, it was better regulated now because they had to deal with Aaron.
The Vosses were important, and though I was fully aware I was Aaron’s charity case, l had spent almost all of my life on my own and the tiny idea that even though I had become such a spiteful little demon that liked me made me feel good.
And honestly, I was okay with it, as crazy as it sounded.
It was boring, lifeless and monotonous, but I didn’t have my brain threatening to explode from the helplessness I’m feeling so I was okay.
I was no longer a 12 year old boy hoping someone would come help him.
But now…
But now… now a certain man that my grandfather had told me about and I can only vaguely remember summoning when I was very young is in front of me in a suit after chasing me down in some forest, pinning me to my bed and all I can think about is going under his desk and showing him all the lovely skills I learned to survive high school till now.
Kael Veyne should be 6’5? I’m not sure, and he looks like he can snap off the heads of everyone in this class, all the Alphas included.
I’m also sure his pheromones, which I have smelled before but cannot smell now is filling the room and making everyone too terrified to speak.
Which would probably explain why they all have their heads bowed.
While he stands there, his arms folded.
His eyes staying on me.
I turn to Claire. She looks scared too, and I know… I know I don’t want him looking at her because of something happens to her, I’d probably go insane but I don’t like how sad she looks so I tap her arm and sign to her, “Do you think he has anything to say? Except standing there menacingly and thinking he’s all that?”
Claire’s lips break into a smile and her hands move as she starts to sign but I don’t get to read what she says as a low raspy voice says quietly, “Miss D’Artag, do you have something you’d like to tell the class?”
Clair doesn’t hear him, but I do.
The only reason she even realizes he’s spoken is because of the eyes suddenly focused on her. She slowly looks confused, her eyes falling on me but before she can turn and face him, I stand, my own voice surprisingly strong, “She didn’t do anything. I was the one talking to her,”
He tilts his head slightly, as if he’s considering me for the first time—even though I know that’s a lie because all the hairs on the back of my neck are standing.
The room is dead silent. No shuffling. No breathing loud enough to notice. Even the air feels like it’s waiting for someone to just break the tension.
He does, “You. Stay. Everyone, leave.”
What?
He didn’t even teach anything!
It’s obvious from how everyone is rushing out of the class that they’re grateful he’s letting them go.
Claire notices them leaving and rises, her eyes on him as she signs, asking me why everyone’s leaving and I’m not joining them.
She looks worried. Again.
I quickly sign to her. “Go with them. Wait for me. I will follow you home.”
Claire doesn’t believe me. She thinks I’m in trouble with this new teacher, who I’m sure is not a teacher.
But because I have no plans on making her worry, she will never know any of that.
Because she loves me, she leaves the class and the second the door closes, the shadows of the desks suddenly move towards me and in one second, they were all over me.
It’s like the entire place suddenly goes dark as something cold washes over my body, and then in another second, I see light again, taking in a huge breath I didn’t even know I was holding as I’m suddenly in front of him.
He towers over me easily, his green eyes having specks of gold as he stares at me through the glasses.
I can already feel shivers spreading up my spine.
I swallow.
“Did you have something to say, little bird?”
Little bird? That’s new. Fuck you, though.
But those are not the words that leave my lips. “You weren’t even teaching. You were just glaring at everyone so I’m quite sure I can speak if you won’t do your job.”
He blinks. “Who are you to tell me what my job is?”
His pheromones suddenly hit me.
My legs weaken and just like that, I’m falling to the floor but one of his shadow tendrils wraps around my neck, pulling me to his body.
He’s not touching me, not yet, but the only thing keeping me from going on his knees and saying something I will regret is the thing on my neck keeping me upright.
Or at least, that is what I think until he slowly leans in then I hear him take a deep breath.
His pheromones suddenly change.
They burst, an all consuming desire suddenly wrapping my senses as I’m suddenly on the desk, my legs spread apart with his face still buried into my neck.
I can’t move and he’s like a literal boulder blocking me, but I doubt I’m using the strength I’m supposed to from how weak I’m suddenly feeling, “What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go—!”
A choked gasp escapes my lips as his tongue suddenly moves right across my pulse, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head as his pheromones drug me even further, the possessiveness radiating from it digging into my brain as I feel myself spiral.
More. More.
My cheeks suddenly being pinched hard jolts me back to life. The pain has my eyes wide open as I see the hunger in Kael’s now golden eyes, his runes lighting up as he says, “Whose pheromones are these?”
He says this calmly. Too calmly. But his pheromones are digging into my skin, piercing so deep that I can’t help how a small whimper leaves my lips, “I don’t… know what you’re talking about—”
“You do.”
That is it. That is all he says.
My nipples are straining hard to the shirt, and I’m not even sure why.
This is illegal. Him… bombarding me with all these pheromones. It’s not allowed. It’s not—
My brain shuts down as his hands slowly slide up my skirt, reaching for my thighs and wrapping around it so easily that I let out another gasp as he leans forward, “What did he do differently that you will let such a thing happen? Did you give him permission?”
What? Permission?
Who gives a fuck about that? Kiss me.
No! No! Riven. “Yes.”
His pheromones grow.
My head gets thrown back, euphoria hitting my veins as the world around me spins as his emotions hit me.
He wants to ruin every inch of me.
That's what it says.
And I agree.
Then suddenly, it vanishes.
My eyes fall open, realizing he is now at the end of the class, his eyes staring at me with an intensity that has me swallowing again— except this time, my thoughts are clear enough for me to realize my hard on is poking through my skirt as a bulge. And he can see it.
I sit up immediately, putting my hand over it as I say, “Look, whatever I do is none of your business—”
“It is.”
Say something! Call him a fucking bastard and piece of shit! You have literally been preparing for this moment your entire life! Use all the insults you have! “Look, my heat is g-gone, and I’m grateful for… for whatever you did that made it go away but—”
“You think your heat is gone,” I can hear the subtle mockery in his voice all the way from where he is.
My face burns. “What?”
Kael does not respond to that.
Instead, he says with the same calmness he has always used. “Do not give anyone else permission to put their pheromones on you.”
I want to tell him I don’t know what he’s talking about. I can’t smell pheromones. I don’t know why I smelt it before. I don’t know what any of this is.
I feel like I’m losing my mind and the last thing I need is a hot man staring back at me with an unnerving look in his eyes that makes me believe all my problems would be solved if he shoves himself inside me.
But I don’t.
I don’t say any of those words.
Instead, I get off the desk, watching as his eyes follow me while I say quietly, “I understand,”
He’s bad for me.
He’s here to ruin whatever peace I have and I can’t let that happen.
Over my fucking dead body.