The Unexpected Encounter
The Unexpected Encounter
~Lyra~
I blinked so hard I nearly knocked my contact lens out, and I swear for a second, I forgot how to f*****g
breathe. Because no. No.
There was no way. There was no damn way the universe had the audacity, the absolute f**k–you nerve to put him in my path again, not after everything that happened, not after that party, not after Damon literally threatened to dismember anyone who looked at me too long. I mean, what the actual hell?
This boy, this walking red flag of s*x and danger and smug grins, was standing right in front of me in the same damn uniform as me, like this was some kind of joke.
Like the universe thought it’d be funny to drop him in my school like a grenade inside a pencil case. And oh
my God, he was smiling.
The same f*****g smile. The one he gave me right before he leaned in that night and sniffed me like I was a
hot plate of jollof rice. What kind of psycho does that? Who does that at a party?
And now?
Now he had the audacity–the unholy confidence–to look at me like we were friends. Like we had history. Like
he knew things about me.
And now he was here.
In my school.
“Oh hi, Omega. You’re not on heat today.”
That’s what he said.
That’s literally what he said to me.
In the hallway.
At 8:17 a.m.
While other students were still drinking Milo and arguing over who stole whose pen.
I stared at him like he’d grown two heads. Or like one of them was already halfway between my legs. Because
what kind of psychopath says something like that so casually?
Like, bro. Be f*****g serious. I just got out of Damon’s car ten seconds ago with my thighs still shaking and my insides basically saying thank you, Daddy, and now you want to pull up and sniff my hormone levels in
the hallway?
“Do I look like I’m on heat?” I hissed, crossing my arms and backing up slightly even though my treacherous body was not getting the memo that we hate this boy. No, my body was out here tingling and pulsing and warming up like it wanted a second round of chaos. b***h. Calm down.
He just grinned like he could hear my thoughts. Like he knew what I was feeling. And that only pissed me off
more.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, voice a little too loud, because a few heads turned.
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But I didn’t care. I had bigger problems than reputation management. I had a hot menace standing in front of me with the kind of swagger that made lockers feel like cages and hallways feel like hunting grounds.
He shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets like he hadn’t just turned my entire world into a slow–burn
porno.
“I transferred,” he said simply. “New school. New prey.”
Oh.
Hell.
No.
I felt the blood rush to my face so fast I thought I might pass out, because who the f**k says prey? Who uses predator language before first period? What kind of villain origin story was I trapped in?
“This is a school,” I snapped, jabbing a finger into his stupid, broad chest. “Not a f*****g hunting ground. So go be creepy somewhere else.”
His eyes dropped to my finger. Then to my lips. Then to my chest. And I swear he licked his bottom lip like i
was a f*****g dessert.
“I like it when you talk like that,” he murmured. “All bossy. All bark. I wonder if you bite.”
I choked.
Not literally. But almost. Because that voice? That voice? It was sin dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with
audacity.
“You’re disgusting,” I muttered, turning to leave because I could already feel the heat crawling up the back of my neck and if I stayed one more second I was going to say something I’d regret–or worse, something I’d
moan.
But he didn’t let me walk away. Of course not. Because this boy was a certified problem. A chaotic, sexy, terrible problem.
“What’s wrong, Omega?” he called after me, voice low and lazy. “Your Alpha didn’t f**k the brat out of you this
morning?”
I stopped walking.
spun around on my heel so fast I almost tripped, marched back up to him like I was about to throw hands- and maybe I was–but then he leaned down slightly, smirked again, and whispered:
“You smell like him.”
I blinked.
“What?” I breathed.
“Your scent,” he murmured. “It’s not clean. It’s not pure anymore. You reek of Alpha c*m
He said it like it was a compliment. Like I should be proud of it. And the worst part? Th My body reacted to it. My skin got hotter.
solute worst part?
I opened my mouth to tell him to f**k off, to remind him I had a whole Alpha Daddy who could snap his neck like a pencil and not even flinch–but he didn’t let me. Of course he didn’t. Because apparently this boy was
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allergic to boundaries and full of sin.
“You’ve been f****d,” he went on, voice lower now, crueler, like he wanted to carve the truth into me with every word. “And not just once. No, I can smell it on you. He’s been inside you more than once. He’s filled you up Claimed you. Knot or no knot, doesn’t matter. Your body belongs to him now. And yet-”
He leaned in close, way too close, and my back hit the locker behind me with a soft thud. His eyes dragged down my body, slow and smug and invasive, until they landed right where they shouldn’t–just beneath the
hem of my skirt.
“-you’re still walking around like a brat who doesn’t know she needs to be leashed.”
I gasped so loud I swore the whole hallway heard me, but nobody was looking. Nobody cared. The students kept walking, chattering, slamming lockers, gossiping about assignments and lunch, and here I was, being verbally assaulted by a hot demon in uniform.
“Get away from me,” I hissed, but it came out more breathless than threatening, and his grin told me he knew
- it.
“f**k, you got thicker,” he murmured, his voice so casual, so full of hunger, like he was talking about a meal he couldn’t wait to eat. “That Alpha’s been feeding you right, huh? Pumping you full of c*m and stuffing you
with breakfast in bed?”
His hand moved before I could stop it.
Down.
Over the curve of my hip. Across the outer edge of my thigh.
And then lower.
“Don’t touch me!” I snapped, shoving his chest, but his other arm snaked around my waist like a f*****g trap, and then we were moving–he dragged me, dragged me, across the hallway and into the shadowy corner between the janitor’s closet and the vending machine.
It was half–hidden. Dark. Forgotten. Like it was made for secrets and sin. And oh God, the second we stopped moving, his eyes dropped to my thighs again.
“You shouldn’t wear skirts this short if you don’t want people staring,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles along my bare thigh like it was nothing. Like he had the right. “But maybe you
My breath came out in a sharp, panicked burst. I tried to speak, but it just turned into a squeak. A full–on Omega squeak, and I hated myself for it.
His hand moved higher.
“Let me go,” I said through clenched teeth, trying to shove him again, but he was too strong, and my stupid body wasn’t cooperating. My thighs were shaking. My knees were weak. And worst of all–my core was getting wet. Wet. In the middle of school. In a hallway. With this boy touching me like he had no f*****g
shame.
I opened my mouth to yell–really yell–but his hand slapped over my mouth so fast I di coming.
even see it
“Shhh,” he murmured, voice dark now. Dangerous. But not loud. Not panicked. Like he’d done this before. Like this was just routine. “You don’t want Daddy hearing, do you? You don’t want him storming in here, sniffing
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the air, and finding out some little punk made his Omega wet in the middle of the hallway?
I froze.
Because holy s**t..
He was right.
Damon would smell it. If he came near this corridor, if he caught even a whiff of my heat or arousal or distress, he’d come charging in like a f*****g wolf possessed. And it wouldn’t be a warning. It wouldn’t be a
threat. It would be blood and broken bones and a whole–ass murder scene.
I shook my head against his palm, and his smirk widened.
“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers still tracing that line down my thigh, getting closer and closer to the edge of my panties, and I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen. My mind was screaming, begging me to move, to run, to bite him or knee him or do something. But I wasn’t strong enough for him.
“You smell so f*****g good,” he whispered, bending down now, nose brushing the side of my neck. “I could taste you right now. I could bend you over this vending machine, pull your panties to the side, and f**k you so good you’d forget how to spell your name.”
A whimper slipped out against his palm.
Goddamn it.
I whimpered.
Me.
“You want me to stop?” he asked softly, fingers now dancing just under the edge of my skirt, barely touching
the inside of my thigh.
I nodded fast, but my hips betrayed me and tilted slightly forward.
“Liar,” he whispered, pressing a kiss–an actual kiss–to the side of my jaw. “You like being cornered. You like being hunted. You like knowing someone’s watching you, needing you, wanting to ruin every inch of you.
“Shut the f**k up!” I hissed, heart racing, face burning. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again. You don’t know me. You don’t own me. I don’t care what you think you smell or how much f*****g Alpha c**k you think I’ve had–I am not yours, you sick f*****g freak.”
He froze.
For just a second.
Like I’d short–circuited him. Like the slap hadn’t just bruised his face–it had bruised his f*****g ego.
Then slowly, slowly, he turned back toward me.
His cheek was red. His jaw was flexing. And his eyes–those cocky, infuriating eyes–were no longer amused. They were dark now. Shadowed.
“Oh, baby,” he said low, voice like gravel dragged through a storm. “You are gonna regret that.”
My stomach dropped.
My breath caught.
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Because the way he said it?
It wasn’t a threat.
It was a promise.
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He stepped forward, just one step, and I backed up immediately–but there was nowhere left to go. My spine
hit the wall again, and for the first time since this whole stupid morning started, I actually felt scared.
Not just turned on.
Not just annoyed.
Not just horny.
But scared.
Because he was smiling again.
Not that cute little smirk from earlier. Not the arrogant “I want to f**k you in front of the vending machine”
smile.
No.
This smile was darker. Sharper
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