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Chapter one

I once thought that if I ever got the chance to have sex, to lose my virginity, it would be in silence, in the very dark.

Because I'm the ugly, invisible girl no one ever wants to talk to or touch. But yet, right now— Zevarian’s cock is slamming into me.

I can feel his length deep and hard inside me, stretching me in ways I never imagined. His arms lockef around me, our sweat mixed together.

He is not repulsed by me… no! He’s not pushing me away. He’s kissing me, touching me, like I’m someone worth wanting.

How the hell is this real? How is it possible that I'm the one in bed with Zevarian, the one guy every girl at Hillside Hill would sell her soul for.

It was only hours ago…

*****

"Goodness! I hate her! I wish she would just burn in hell flames and die!" I cursed out as I ran out of my house in the middle of the goddamn night, my slippers flapping against the ground.

And if you're wondering who the heck deserves to burn in the devil's flames, then I will tell you.

Vivienne Draemont! She is the devil's witch, the literal sore on my flesh. I have no idea why, but she has chosen to torment me since I started Hillside High.

She hates me, and I haven't ever done anything to her. She sees me as a servant to do whatever she wants with, and I... I go along with it.

And tonight is just like every other day of my life. At 11 freaking pm, Vivienne called and in her simple words, she said— "Bring me a bottle of water."

She hung up, and next I got a message entailing the address of where I was supposed to deliver the damn bottle of water.

Of course, at first, I didn't want to do it. But it's Vivienne we are talking about. Her parents are super rich, and no one dares to say no to her, except of course... her millionaire boyfriend, Zevarian Thalos.

He is really rich, his family are like billionaires, and they literally own, if not all, the big multimillion-dollar companies in my country, Velmoria.

I don't know why Zevarian and Vivienne are attending a public school, but well... you never know with the rich.

You know what my greatest wish would be? To wake up one morning and find out Vivienne no longer exists in my world. That she got sucked into a black hole or something.

I wish wishes were horses.

I clutched the bottle tighter as I got down from the cab I had entered. I paid the taxi driver and stood still in front of the magnificent building before me.

I'm in awe, and I can't believe I'm about to walk into a house as big as this. I probably shouldn't call it a house—this is a freaking mansion.

But as much as I was in awe, I realized there's a tiny little problem. Okay, scratch that— it's not tiny! It's a huge problem!

The address Vivienne gave me is throwing a party. Not just a small party, I can swear the whole of Hillside is here, except me though.

I mean, who would invite me? I’m ugly, I have no friends, and yeah… in other people’s words, I’m disgusting to look at.

I dialed Vivienne's number, hating the thought of walking through this crowd of drunk teenagers.

Vivienne picked up on the second ring. "Where are you?" she asked immediately.

Bossy!

"I'm... I'm at the... the address, and I... I have your bottle... bottle of water."

Yeah, I'm nervous. Parties make me nervous, and deep down... I know Vivienne won't be coming outside to receive a bottle of water from me.

What was I thinking? If she wanted a bottle of water, she could get it. Not even gold is hard for Vivienne. So why in the world didn't I think this was a trap?

Shit!

I'm doomed.

"Come inside, dummy!"

"I... I can't."

"Don't keep me waiting, Ellie!" she screamed and hung up. I had to retract the phone from my ear as her scream resounded.

Great, just simply great.

I shouldn't go in. I really shouldn't. Something bad is about to happen, she definitely has something bad planned out for me. Oh dear!

I walked into the party anyway, knowing fully well I was walking into my own funeral. Each step I took was heavy with hope that maybe... just maybe, Vivienne really just wanted water.

The house was in complete chaos, music rattled through the walls. Everyone was obviously drunk, and some were even making out. My skin crawled at the sight, but I pushed through, searching for her.

"Come with me," Vivienne said on finding me instead. Without waiting for my response, she took my hand and dragged me out of the living room, through a long passage, and then out the back door of the mansion.

"Uhm, Vivienne? Can you please... please tell me... where we are going... going to?" I asked breathlessly, my heart pounding hard against my rib cage.

She said nothing, just dragged me anyway.

I tried to let loose, but for some reason that I have come to terms with over my years of bullying—Vivienne Draemont is extremely strong.

For someone so thin, she has the strength of a man, if not a bull.

"I... I have your water. Can't... I give it... give it to you, and go? Please."

Nothing. I got nothing.

Her fingers tightened around my wrist, hauling me away from the party and to a smaller house far from the main house. She pushed the door open and yanked me inside.

My feet froze, and my heart skipped a beat. There was another party going on in this house, and I couldn’t recognize a single face.

I am at the extreme bottom of the social ladder of Hillside High, and for someone who doesn't have any friends, staring at people is what I do.

So yes, I have never seen any of these kids in school before.

What in the world is going on?

I stared at Vivienne and she smirked at me before pushing me to the middle of the room.

"Everyone! Just like I promised!" she screamed into the air. "Here she is!" She kicked me on the knee, and I fell to the ground, my mind racing with a thousand different thoughts. "Your slave for the night!"

"Oh, come on, Vivienne! You promised us pretty! SHE'S UGLY AS FUCK!" a voice yelled.

But I dared not look up. My fingers clenched the fabric of my shirt, and tears threatened to spill. I tried to hold it together… and then I felt it. A splash!

The cold water hit me hard, soaking through my hair, running down my shirt, clinging to my skin.

"It's because she's ugly, that's why it's even more fun guys!" Vivienne placed her heel underneath my chin and forced me to look up. "Look at her, an ugly bitch. No one would ever fuck her, not ever. So..." her grin brightened, "...how about y’all do her a big favor and use her as a cum bucket. Take her virginity, ruin her ugly cunt."

The tears fell, they came rushing. I don't understand... I do, but I don't. How can a person be this wicked? I... I have never done anything to her, never.

I stared at the boys gathering slowly around me, their eyes raking over my body and my now see-through shirt.

"What... please..." I tried to say, but Vivienne shoved her hand into my mouth. "Come on, boys and girls, she is the perfect little whore!"

"She does have a great body," a voice said, "despite her ugly face."

"I agree, she'd totally be good for sex."

"Well, let's get started already."

Is this really happening? Am I about to be gang-raped?

My chest tightened, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t—they were all surrounding me.

My fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt, trying to hold myself together, but my hands trembled. Sweat prickled my skin, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"She's all yours!" Vivienne ripped my shirt off, and I was now kneeling in just a wet bra and jeans.

"Now this! This is a fucking party, Vivienne!"

I shut my eyes tightly, the tears flowing as someone reached for my breast, but then—

"Vivienne, what the hell?" An angry voice cut through the chaos.

I opened my eyes immediately, and it was as if the whole room had frozen. Then I saw him—Cassian Thalos, the younger brother of Zevarian Thalos.

"This is none of your business, Cassian," Vivienne said dismissively, her long fingernails tapping on her arm.

Cassian's eyes blazed. "It is my brother's fucking party, Vivienne. And you know the rules— humans are not allowed in here."

Humans?

That's weird. I mean, everyone in this room is a human, right? So why say... ugh, this is not the time to be worried about stuff like this.

My upper body is naked!

Perhaps, because he didn't know my name, he decided to, well, refer to me as a human. It's better than being a slave, or a nobody.

She folded her hands on her chest. "I'm your brother's fiancée, Cassian. And so, I have every right to entertain his guests however I see fit." She shrugged.

"Why do I even bother with you?" He groaned in annoyance, then grabbed my wrist, and before I could blink, I was being pulled out of the smaller house and to the main mansion.

He led me through the raving parties and eyes staring directly at me, then up a flight of stairs and into a room.

He finally let go of my hand once we were, and the door slammed shut behind us.

Cassian opened a drawer, tossed me a black t-shirt. His jaw clenched. "Wear it, and then leave."

With that said... he left.

Ugh, the Thalos brothers are just the same. Arrogant bunch of misogynists.

I stood in the silence, trembling, water dripping down my arms. And in that moment, the thought of what had almost happened in that house—

I… I almost became a sex slave. And… the fact that it wasn’t a dream makes it feel even more real… and horrifying.

The stares! I was bare.

I wrapped my arms around my body, hating the sickening feeling crawling up inside me.

Would my life ever get better? Would there be a time when I won't have a "Vivienne" in my life?

My fingers stabbed into my skin. The stares— it felt like I could feel them all over again. Like I was in that room, kneeling and being humiliated once again.

"—use her as a cum bucket." Vivienne said that.

Ohhh, I feel... I can't even describe it. But... but how do I feel better? I want to feel better.

I couldn’t tell if the universe had heard my cries to feel better, to forget this degrading night, or… if I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The door creaked open and I turned to it, wondering if Cassian was back. But it wasn't Cassian— it was Zevarian.

He walked into the room, hand on his head. He looked like he was going through some sort of pain, and because his eyes were closed, he didn't see me at first.

Then suddenly, he started sniffing the air, and his eyes opened at once. His emerald eyes plunged into my soul, as if he was trying to decipher something...

We stood in silence, my fingers clutching onto the t-shirt in my hand, my heart racing. His eyes—something... something was terribly wrong.

"Don't tell me, you are the one I've been smelling." He said huskily, walking toward me in slow steps.

"I... I... don't understand," I stuttered.

"This is madness! You can't be her, you can't be my mate!" He growled, glaring at me like I had committed a crime.

"Mate? I... I have no idea what—"

I didn't get to complete my sentence as his mouth clashed over mine. He... he... Zevarian Thalos is kissing me.

Chapter Two

My brain tried to process what was happening, how it was even possible that Zevarian Thalos was actually kissing me.

Then I tasted the alcohol on his tongue, and the truth hit me—he wasn't the one kissing me, it was the alcohol in his system. He was drunk.

I raised my hands and pressed them against his chest, trying to push him away. Zevarian didn't budge. His body was solid, unmovable, like I was pushing against a wall.

He broke the kiss, his hands still wrapped around me securely, his eyes glowing with raw lust.

"Mine," he growled, before scooping me up into his arms.

"Zevarian, I... I don't know what's going on, but you're drunk, and... and you need to put me down." My voice shook, my heart hammering against my chest.

He didn't respond. He dropped me onto the bed, and then, he just stood in front of me, his eyes raking over my semi-exposed body.

Then his hands moved to his belt. The sharp sound of the buckle clinking open filled the air, making my stomach twist.

"What... what are you doing?" I whispered, my eyes wide open.

"What do you think?" he asked hoarsely, taking his belt off completely.

I gulped, a burning sensation in my throat as the realization sunk in.

Zevarian Thalos... wants to fuck me.

"We can't... you have a fiancée. Vivienne." I mumbled.

He stared at me boredly. "Take it off."

It had to be the alcohol, nothing else but the alcohol. But then again, why should I care about Vivienne? She's made my life a living hell, and just a moment ago she almost turned me into a sex slave.

I stared at Zevarian's body, his beautiful sculptured chest, and it was capable of making me wet.

I want to feel good. I deserve to feel good. And the consequences? I will think of it later.

My hands shook as they moved to my waistband, fumbling with the button of my trousers. I hesitated for only a second, then dragged them down my legs. The air hit my skin, and I realized—now it was just me in my underwear, and him, standing there with his trousers undone.

He stepped forward, and my body shivered in anticipation. He gripped my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the bed, then knelt down in front of me.

My mind was a web of scattered thoughts, my stomach knotted in anticipation. While I tried to calm myself down, the sound of tearing filled the air.

My panties. Zevarian ripped them off me like they were paper.

The cool air hit me and I froze, my face burning hot. I was completely bare before his hungry eyes, and I felt slightly ashamed. No one had ever seen me like this.

I tried to shut my legs, desperate to hide myself, but he caught my thighs and forced them apart, leaving me wide open—my pussy bare beneath his burning gaze.

He pressed his nose hard against my core, inhaling so deeply, like my pussy was some sort of drug to his soul. A sound rumbled in his throat—low and rough. "Goddamn... mine!"

Then his tongue plunged into me.

"Ah... god!" I gasped, clutching the sheets, arching against him.

His tongue drove deep inside, thick and relentless, fucking me with his tongue, pushing deeper, dragging back out, then thrusting again until slick, wet sounds filled the room.

"Aaah... oh... ohhhh—" I choked out, my hips jerking against him.

He sucked my clit into his mouth so hard I cried out, the sound tearing from my throat. My hips bucked, but he slammed them back down, pinning me while he devoured me. His teeth grazed me, his tongue lashed, his mouth sealed around me like he would never let me go.

The room spun. My mind blanked. I couldn't think of Vivienne, or the party, or how impossible this was. There was only his mouth. Only his heat.

"Ohhh... fuck... Zevarian...." pMy voice cracked into a moan. My thighs trembled violently, but he didn't stop, didn't ease up.

If anything, he got rougher.

He buried his tongue in me so deep I sobbed, clawing at his hair, pulling him closer. He lapped at me, messy and wet, his growl rumbling into my skin.

I felt a strange pressure rising deep inside me, building fast with every drag of his tongue. My skin tingled, my stomach clenched, my body chasing something it didn't quite understand.

I was grinding against his mouth now, shameless, desperate, because he had me right there, at the edge.

"Aaahhh... ohhh... so good... ohhh!" I tried to hold back, but it was useless. His mouth sucked me hard, his tongue flicked quick against my clit, and I felt it tear through me.

The intense pleasure crashed over me violently... consuming me from the inside out. My breath hitched, eyes rolling back as waves of sensation ripped through me, each one more overwhelming than the last.

"Oh! Yessss!" I screamed, bucking wildly, pressing into his mouth, shivering as wave after wave tore through me.

My pussy clenched tight around him, my body quaked uncontrollably. "Ohhh... fuck... ohhh... god... yes... yes...!" I gasped, cried out, my mind gone, lost entirely in the burning, unrelenting fire of my first orgasm.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me firmly as he sucked me relentlessly, lapping up every wet drop of my pussy juice.

He kept sucking, dragging every last bit out of me until I was left trembling, my thighs clamped around his head, tears wetting my cheeks.

I lay still in the aftermath of my orgasms, my pussy still throbbing from it all, when Zevarian suddenly leaned over me. His eyes were dark, possessive, and filled with hunger. "I want you... all of you!" he growled in my ear, making my skin shiver.

Before I could process his words, his mouth crashed against mine. Hot, and demanding, he shoved his tongue into my mouth, stealing my breath.

I clutched at his shoulders, trembling under his weight as his lips devoured me. He kissed me like he owned me, and I tried to match his intensity, moaning into him.

My tongue entwined with his, tasting myself on him. "Mhmm," I moaned into the kiss, shivering as desire still coursed through my body.

"Mine..." he grumbled against my lips as the kiss ended. He dragged his mouth down to my neck, licking, sucking, then he bit into my skin, and my eyes widened at the sharp sting.

The pain I felt was mixed with pleasure as his hand found my breast, squeezing hard over my bra, thumbs brushing against my hardened nipples through the fabric.

"Ahh... Zev," I moaned, the sound breaking out of me before I could stop it.

He didn't pause. He yanked my bra down roughly, exposing me to the cold air, then his mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet. The sharp pull of his tongue made my legs shake. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing my nipple. "So fucking mine!" He lashed out, claiming me. "Every inch of you."

My fingers tangled in his hair, shoving his head lower, wishing he'd take every inch of my breast into his mouth. My hips lifted instinctively, pressing into him, my moans messy and desperate for more.

"Ahh... yes... ohh... ohhh!"

His hands spread my legs wide, then I felt him—thick, and ready—pressing at my entrance. My breath caught, panic and want twisting together inside me.

If I let him then there's no going back. But could I really stop here? Definitely no. Not with the buzzing between my thighs, or the pleasure wrapped around my head.

My hands trembled as I gripped the sheets, unsure if I wanted to stop him, or beg him to just slam into me already.

He did!

"Ahhh—!" I screamed out, my nails digging into his back, as he slammed his whole length into me in one deep, merciless stroke, with no warnings.

His cock stretched me open, and for a while, all I felt was immense pain, but beneath the pain, a shocking, raw pleasure flared. Every inch of him filling me made my breath hitch, my body shiver, my pussy clamp instinctively around him.

"Fuck," he groaned into my ear, his voice raw, his breath hot against my cheek. "So tight. So mine."

Another thrust hit, and I cried out, trembling, hips jerking, trying to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

Pain and pleasure collided, twisting in me, making me cry, gasp, and shiver all at once. I was being taken, stretched, owned, and every nerve in my body screamed in messy, desperate delight.

"Mmnn... harder... ahhh!"

I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. All I felt was him—his cock pounding into me, his mouth on my skin, his hands gripping me so hard it hurt.

"Mine... all mine," he snarled, biting at my shoulder, his thrusts faster and harder, as if he wanted to carve the word into my body.

My head fell back, my lips parted in broken moans, my eyes rolling as the pleasure slammed into me. My body clenched around him, dragging him deeper, holding him tight. "Ohhh yess... please... don't stop!"

I never thought anyone would ever touch me. And now, here I was, pinned beneath Zevarian, his cock buried inside me, his voice in my ear—claiming me.

Mine.

"Ahhh... Zev!" My cry tore out of me, my body arching hard beneath him.

And then it hit.

White-hot, blinding—my walls clenched around him so violently I screamed, my thighs shaking, my whole body writhing beneath him. I couldn't stop it, couldn't hold it back. It was like fire ripping through me, leaving me breathless and broken under him.

"Fuck—yes," he snarled, grinding deeper as if he wanted to tear the orgasm out of me. His hand fisted my hair, holding me down as my pussy squeezed and pulsed around him. "Mine."

I sobbed against his shoulder, shaking, trembling from the release that had left me wrecked. But he wasn't done.

In one rough motion, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. My cheek pressed into the sheets, my ass raised high as he shoved my legs apart.

"Don't—ahhh!" I cried, but it was useless. He slammed back inside me from behind, deeper than before, the angle brutal, every thrust knocking the air out of me.

I gripped the sheets, my body jerking with every slap of his hips against my ass. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, wet and raw, his growls mixing with my helpless cries.

"Fuck—so good," he groaned, leaning over me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my ear. "You're mine, Elowen. Say it."

"I—I can't," I gasped, tears stinging my eyes from the sheer force of it. I wanted to, but even in the intense pleasure, I knew I wasn't his, and he wasn't mine. This night would be nothing but a mistake.

He slammed harder, deeper, his hand gripping my breast from behind, pinching and pulling. "Say it!"

"I.... ohhh—" My voice broke, pleasure stealing the words. "I'm—yours!"

His groan was guttural, primal, vibrating against my skin. His pace turned savage, each thrust lifting me off the bed, pounding me so deep I thought I'd split apart.

And then— together —we came.

My second orgasm crashed over me, ripping me apart as I screamed, my pussy clenching, milking him. He growled into my ear, his cock swelling, throbbing, and then he was cumming too—hot, endless spurts flooding deep inside me as he bit down on my shoulder.

We came together, loud, messy, and unrestrained, our bodies shuddering, locked in that violent, perfect moment.

I collapsed beneath him, shaking, sweaty, my mind blank. Only one thought remained.

I had just lost everything... every bit of me to Zevarian Thalos.

****

The morning light slipped through the curtains, warm against my face. My body ached, and down there... I felt sore. It was a reminder of what had happened the night before.

Last night... Zevarian Thalos had been inside me. He had kissed me, touched me, claimed me with every growl of "mine."

I don't know why, but... I guess he likes me. He wouldn't have had sex with me if he didn't, drunk or not.

I turned on my side, clutching the sheet against me, expecting to see him sprawled beside me with that infuriatingly gorgeous face relaxed in sleep.

But the bed was empty.

My smile faltered.

I pushed up slowly, scanning the room. Then I saw it, a neatly folded note on the pillow.

I reached for it, hands trembling.

Just one glance was all I needed to read through it.

~Last night never happened.~

My chest tightened, and suddenly my head felt heavier.

Last night never happened? He was the first person I ever had sex with, he was my first kiss, and first everything. Last night wasn't just a night that I could forget!

And yet, he tells me that it never happened?

And why? Why did I even think that I would suddenly be interesting to someone like him? That I would be, more than the ugly invisible girl?

He was drunk, and that was all it was... a drunken mistake.

I got up weakly, wore my clothes, and then slipped out of the room and out of the mansion. Zevarian is right— last night never happened. I will forget it. I have to.

Chapter Three

Everyone hates Monday, but not me. I love Mondays. It’s that one day of the week where no one pays even the littlest attention to me, especially Vivienne Draemont.

Vivienne would be too busy catching up with her friends, getting all the juicy gossip she had missed over the weekend, to even remember me, her invisible punching bag.

But unlike every other Monday, today was different. I normally welcomed the peace of not being noticeable, but I couldn’t. Not when I still felt the pain of that night, and definitely not when all I could think about was his hands unraveling my body.

I told myself to forget him, I tried to forget him, but it wasn’t possible. How do you forget the first person to ever kiss you—or claim you?

“He said it was over. Just get over it,” I murmured to myself as I headed toward the field.

It was lunchtime, and unlike every other student in Hillside, I ate my lunch at the abandoned field. It used to be the football field, but now it’s a rolled out greener pasture, and my only safe place in Hillside High.

Here, I could lay on the grass and think only of the good things in my life. No Vivienne, and definitely no Zevarian.

I halted the moment the field came into view. I heard laughter—boys’ laughter. That couldn’t be possible. No one comes here.

I walked slowly and peeked into the abandoned field, and it was as if I forgot how to breathe. Right there in the middle of the field was Zevarian Thalos. And he wasn’t alone, he was with his friends, Dax Hunter, Trent Holloway, Rylan Cross, and his brother, Cassian Thalos.

I bit into my lip, my thoughts already swirling. This has always been my spot, so why is he here? And with his friends too?

I knew I should turn around and find another lonely spot to eat my lunch, but… yes, there’s a but.

Maybe it was watching stupid Zevarian laugh and play around, like he hadn’t caused me pain—like he wasn’t the reason why between my legs ached.

I deserve an answer. I deserve to know why he did what he did to me. Yes, I thought he was drunk, but replaying that night in my head I realized, Zevarian wasn’t drunk. He was never drunk.

Before I could second-guess myself, my feet were already moving.

I marched across the field, the grass crunching beneath my shoes, my heart pounding but my chin raised high.

Today I wouldn’t act cowardly. I would get the answers I deserve.

The boys stopped laughing when they saw me. Rylan Cross tilted his head, a confused look on his face. “Who invited the scarecrow?”

Ouch!

I ignored their looks and walked straight up to a glaring Zevarian. “We need to talk.”

The boys whistled, except for Cassian, who just watched Zevarian and me with keen eyes.

“Looks like Zev finally caught himself a little shadow,” Dax let out.

I steadied my breathing and focused only on Zevarian. “Now,” I voiced urgently.

He narrowed his gaze on me, his jaw hardening. “Why in the world would I talk to you?”

“Come on, Thalos. Don’t give piglet a hard time. I’m sure it took a lot of courage for her to walk up to you.” Trent slid an arm around my shoulder, and I froze. “I mean, not even the pretty ones have such courage.”

My fingers tightened around my school bag, my heartbeat accelerating. Yup, I was now regretting my little-found courage. I should have found somewhere else to eat.

But still, I couldn’t give up now.

Staring at Zevarian fiercely, I uttered, “If you won’t talk to me, then I’ll just say my piece out here.”

Zevarian stayed quiet, his eyes searching mine intensely.

I held onto my bag tighter, praying my legs wouldn’t give way.

“Ooh, Zevarian. What did you do to Ms. Ugly?” Dax laughed out. But Zevarian said nothing in reply. Instead, he threw the ball in his hand to Dax, then grabbed my wrist and dragged me off the field.

My heart hammered as the jeers of his friends faded behind us. I stumbled after him, the grass blurring under my feet. He didn’t stop until he shoved me inside an empty shed at the edge of the field. The door slammed behind us, the sound echoing.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was sharp and dangerous.

My heart pounded, but I held my ground. For once, I wasn’t going to shrink away. “How about you tell me why you had sex with me, and then told me to forget about it?”

The anger in his eyes disappeared, and for a second, I could swear I saw guilt in them. Then his face went blank.

He rested his back on the shed wall while his hand left my wrist. “You want an explanation?”

I gulped, folding my arms across my chest. “Yes. You owe me one.”

“I’ll give you one then.” He stood straight, his dark eyes holding no softness. “I was horny, and while in search of my fiancée, Vivienne…” he took a step toward me, “I saw you. And I was like, fuck it. How about I make use of her…”

His words cut through me like a blade, and I wondered what I had actually expected him to say. That he suddenly liked me?

“Like a good cum bucket." He whispered hoarsely, "Besides, I’m sure you were grateful to have been used in such a way. I mean, if I didn’t…” he smirked, his lips lowering to my ear, “who would fuck you like that?”

Now I was trembling, my fingers stabbing deep into my palm. How could he be so cruel?

For the first time, I wished Vivienne would shove me into a locker, because that kind of pain I knew how to handle. This one... I didn't.

He stood straight up, patted my shoulder with a smile. “If you were hoping for seconds, then I have to disappoint you. I’d be too grossed out to touch you again, even if I drank alcohol.”

With that said, he turned around and walked out, leaving me standing in the dim shed with my chest tight.

The tears tried to come, but I swallowed them down. I wouldn’t let him—or anyone—be the reason I cry. Not now.

I didn’t go back to class. I left school and went to my happiest place in Velmoria. Frost and Fun.

Whenever I feel down, playing video games always helps to brighten my mood. But the games aren’t the only good thing about Frost and Fun. They have ice cream!

The familiar smell of sugar and fried dough wrapped around me once I stepped inside. The sound of kids laughing, arcade machines pinging, soft music in the background—it all drowned out the chaos of my life. I bought a cone of chocolate swirl, sat by the window, and licked slowly, pretending the world outside didn’t exist.

Once I was done with my ice cream, I decided to play a zombie game. For every bullet I shot perfectly into a zombie’s skull, the face I imagined was Zevarian. I wished I could put a bullet in his head.

I spent the rest of my school hours licking ice cream and playing games. It wasn’t until my alarm rang that I finally left Frost and Fun.

I got home after a few minutes of walking, and before opening the door to my house, I plastered on a smile.

“Mum, I’m home!” I yelled, walking through the front door.

My mum has no idea what’s happening in my life, and I plan to keep it that way. I don’t have memories of my childhood, but all I know is that I’ve always only had a mother.

My mum says my father is dead, and that’s all she ever says. There’s no picture, nothing—just that he’s dead. And with time, I stopped asking. Now, my mum is the only person that matters to me.

“I’m in the kitchen!” she screamed, and I went to her. “Hey,” I greeted with a smile.

My mum was standing next to the gas, focused on whatever she was cooking.

“Go wash up, and I’ll have dinner ready in no time.” She smiled at me, turning to stare for a brief moment.

“Uhm, I’m not eating, Mum.”

“What? Why?”

“Just not hungry,” I said, then fled to my room before she could ask more.

Walking into my room, I dropped my bag, plopped down on my bed, and shoved my headphones on. Music flooded my ears, and I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in it.

I just laid there, listening to the melodies, but then I felt something shift. My room suddenly felt different. It felt like I wasn’t the only one inside.

I opened my eyes slowly, and my body instantly froze.

Zevarian Thalos was standing at the foot of my bed.

My mouth opened on instinct, a scream rising—but before it could escape—it happened so fast. One second Zevarian Thalos was standing a few feet away, and the next he was on top of me, his hand clamped over my mouth.

I gasped into his palm, my heart thundering so violently I thought it might stop.

What just happened? And most importantly...

What is Zevarian Thalos?

Chapter Four

I stared into his eyes, confusion written all over mine. How did he...? I knew I hadn't imagined it—I saw what I saw.

He had been standing at my window, and in a flash, he was on top of me. That didn't make any sense. It wasn't possible.

"Shh..." he whispered groggily. "Stay quiet."

I nodded slowly, and he removed the hand covering my mouth, our gaze still locked.

I had promised to stay quiet, but I had to know. "How did—"

My words were silenced as his lips crashed against mine, his tongue plunging into my parted lips. As our spit mingled, I forgot his supernatural manifestation earlier.

My fingers dug into his hair as his lips plundered mine. I could feel my wetness pooling between my thighs, heat spreading as his hands roamed my back, pulling me impossibly closer.

Every press of his mouth stole the air from my lungs, leaving me trembling and dizzy in his hold.

He groaned low in my mouth, a sound that set my nerves on fire, and I felt it—his raw, undeniable hunger.

His tongue stroked mine, teasing and demanding, and I melted into it, my body instinctively arching toward him.

I tasted him—salt, heat, fire—and let myself drown, surrendering to a need that was sharp, urgent, and unrelenting.

I whimpered into him, the sound swallowed by the heat of his mouth. His lips sucked at mine, bruising me with want, while his tongue slid deeper, tasting me. My body trembled.

His hands shoved my shirt up, dragging it over my ribs and stomach until it pooled around my chest. The sudden touch stole my breath, and then his palms closed over my breasts, slipping beneath my bra. I gasped, but the sound was lost in the devouring of his mouth.

His thumbs found my hardened nipples, rolling them with a hunger that made me cry silently.

I pressed back against him, hips rising without thought, heart hammering, overwhelmed by the mingling of his hands on my chest and his mouth leaving wet, sloppy kisses on my jaw and neck.

When he finally shifted his hand, it hovered over my other breast—just a teasing graze at first, then his palm settled, fingers pinching slightly as he explored. My body melted into him.

"I shouldn't want you..." he groaned, his voice ragged as he nipped at the tender slope of my shoulder, little bites that burned deliciously. "Fuck! You aren't worth it."

His words should have hurt, but his kisses and touch made them meaningless.

His hands snaked around my back, gripping, pulling me flush against him as if he couldn't help himself.

He moved lower, lips exploring the curve of my ribs, sliding over my stomach with hot, wet insistence. "Ohhhhh—"

I arched into him, pressing every curve of my body against his, shivering as his teeth grazed just enough to sting, just enough to make me gasp.

"And yet... I crave your very existence." He raised his face, and the desire etched in his eyes made my heart pound.

He lowered his lips to my ear. "What the fuck are you doing to me, Elowen?"

"I... I..." I stuttered, unable to believe I was capable of the things he accused.

"Get naked. I want you, all of you."

I gulped, fumbling upward as I tugged my shirt over my head, heart racing so loud it drowned everything else.

He yanked my bra down in one motion, baring me to his hungry eyes. His mouth was there—hot and wet. His tongue dragged over my nipple, lips closing around it with a hunger that made me whimper. The sharp pull of suction shot lightning down my spine, all the way between my thighs.

"Oh—God—" my head fell back, fingers clutching his hair.

He suckled harder, like he wanted to drink from me, teeth grazing just enough to make me shudder. His hand kneaded my other breast, thumb circling until both tits ached, hard and swollen.

I couldn't stop squirming beneath him, couldn't stop the restless clench of my thighs. Every drag of his tongue fed the heat burning lower until I thought I'd come just from his mouth on my chest.

And then, with maddening slowness, he slid his hand down. The pop of my jeans unbuttoning filled the room, sharp and loud in the silence.

My breath hitched as the zipper lowered. His fingers brushed my stomach, teasing, before he tugged the denim down. I lifted my hips without thinking, letting him drag the jeans off my legs, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

But it wasn't for long.

Zevarian's eyes darkened as he hooked his fingers into the fabric and ripped them down, exposing me completely. My thighs trembled, spread open for him, and his head dipped low.

His mouth traced the slope of my inner thighs first, soft, deliberate, like he was worshipping my body.

Every kiss sent shivers through me, and his tongue flicked and swirled with maddening precision. The heat in him, the raw hunger in his eyes, made my pussy drip.

His nose nudged closer to the entrance of my wetness, inhaling the scent with a low, disbelief-laden groan. "Fuck... Elowen..."

Perhaps it was the way my name rolled off his tongue, but I felt my orgasm rising, my body consumed in his fire.

Then, teasingly, he let one hand wander lower, fingertips grazing the slick entrance of my cunt. He paused just above, smelling me again, dark eyes lifting to meet mine, full of hunger and confusion. "Fuck... you belong to me, Elowen."

His words sent my orgasm tearing through me, legs bucking crazily. But my climax didn't stop him; he gripped my hips tightly, keeping me still. When his tongue touched me, a silent cry ripped out, my hips jerking up to meet him.

He groaned against me, devouring me like I was his last breath. His tongue slid deep, circled, then dragged slow and hot over my clit. I writhed helplessly, every nerve screaming, my body alive in a way it had never been.

"Sweet," he murmured between licks, voice muffled, needy. "So fucking sweet. I can't get enough of you."

The sound of his voice mixed with the wet suck of his mouth drove me wild again. I clawed at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I could reach, but it wasn't enough—nothing was enough.

It rose again, coiling deep inside me, fast, relentless. My stomach clenched, legs shook, and still his tongue lashed at me, sucking, stroking, tormenting me with pleasure too sharp to bear.

I had to clasp my mouth shut with my palm, refusing to let my cries escape.

"Zevarian—please—I can't—" My words broke apart as my body did the same.

Everything snapped, and the world burst into joyful colors.

Heat tore through me, violent and consuming. My pussy pulsed hard against his mouth, flooding him, and still he didn't stop. He drank me in, groaning like he needed every drop, tongue moving greedily while I shattered beneath him.

I cried out, voice hoarse, legs trembling uncontrollably. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think—only ride the waves crashing through me, helpless in his grip.

When I couldn't take any more, weak and boneless, he finally pulled back. His lips glistened with me, eyes burning into mine.

I stared weakly, chest rising and falling. He kissed my forehead, then stood upright. Before I could speak or regain strength, in a blur of motion, he was at the window. And while I watched weakly, he jumped out.

I forced myself up on shaky arms, stumbling to the window, looking for any sign of him—but the street outside was empty. The night air blew against my skin, hair flying, and even though something felt amiss, the residue of pleasure didn't let me think.

I knew tonight was the start of something unholy. And worse...I craved it.

I craved whatever monster Zevarian Thalos was, and the many ways he would choose to plunder my body.

Chapter Five

The hall was crowded, the chatter of students mixed with the opening and closing of lockers.

It was lunch time, and once again, instead of heading to the cafeteria, I wanted to slip away, to the old football field.

But today was Tuesday, and unlike Mondays I was not as invincible as I would love to be. It would be hard for my presence to go unnoticed by Vivienne.

I held my breath as I walked through the hallways, my feet slowly approaching the zone tagged as “the popular.” It was a row of lockers that only belonged to the popular kids, a tradition that was started by Vivienne when she became queen bee.

I stayed on the opposite side of the lockers, hoping that as I passed by she would be too caught up in her conversation with her BFFs to pay any attention to me.

I was wrong.

Seated there on her stupid bean bag, surrounded by her friends—or like I prefer to call them, henchmen—Celeste and Bianca, Vivienne’s eyes found me.

“Ellie, is that you?” she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness.

I halted, my legs freezing mid-walk. “Shit.”

There goes my quiet lunch.

“Ellie, come over here.”

My heart hammered as I turned slowly, my gaze meeting hers. I put on a faint smile. “Hi, Vivienne.”

She shook her head sideways. “Don’t be a stranger, Ellie.” She pouted, then held out her hand, beckoning to me. “Don’t be shy.” She grinned devilishly.

I walked over slowly, my stomach twisting. “Hi, Vivienne,” I said, my fingers latched onto my bag tightly.

"On your knees," she ordered, crossing her legs, her eye glinting evilly.

“Wh… what…” I stuttered, my eyes wide as I looked around, staring at the crowd already forming—all eyes on me.

“Ugh…” Bianca let out, raising her head from her phone. “Are you deaf? She said kneel!"

I swallowed, staring at the crowd from the side of my eyes, I could see the phones already been whipped out, ready to take videos of my humiliation. 

Great! I'm about to go viral again. 

No, not today. I don't want to be humiliated Infront of strangers I have never met before. "… I did… I did nothing.” I stammered.

“Your point?” Celeste drawled, raising a brow.

I gulped, my fingers tightening hard around my bag. I won't let them bully me. This had gone on for too long, and it ends today.

"I didn’t…” I swallowed, my legs shifting as I tried to find even the tiniest bit of courage. “I didn’t… I didn’t do anything,” I whispered, just loud enough for my bullies to hear.

Bianca smiled, finding joy in my new found courage. “Looks like your dog has gotten a voice, Vivienne.”

"She definitely needs a tighter leash.” Celeste sneered , laughing.

I was begining to hate my decision to stand up for myself, and what made it worse was that Vivienne hasn't said a thing. 

But still, I can't back down now. 

“I won’t kneel down,” I said again, my gaze to the floor.

Out of nowhere, Bianca’s boot slammed into my legs, knocking me flat on the ground. “When you’re told to kneel, you kneel, bitch!” she snarled, driving another kick into my side. I clutched my stomach, screaming in pain.

Celeste crouched down before me as I writhe in pain. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled hard. “You’re nothing but a useless errand dog. Don’t ever mistake yourself for human.”

At times like this, I can’t help but ask—why me? What did I ever do to earn Vivienne’s cruelty? I only wanted peace, but she and her friends made sure my days are nothing but pain.

Celeste yanked my hair, forcing me up. “Kneel!” she ordered, and I went to my knees immediately, tears threatening to fall.

They were all watching—everyone’s eyes were on me—and just like every other time, no one stepped forward to help me.

Maybe they did want to help me, but why would anyone go against Vivienne Thalos for my sake?

“Now apologize,” Celeste said.

Apologize? 

I stabbed my fingers into my palm. Something in me stirred. It was anger.

They tortured me, bullied me, made me run insane errands, locked me in the restroom, poured water on me, and any chance they got they made my life a living hell.

And now I was to apologize to them?

“No! I won’t.” I didn’t even know when the words left my mouth, but they did. 

“What?” Vivienne said, finally breaking her silence.

I raised my head, my eyes meeting her shocked gaze. “I don’t have anything to apologize for, so no— I won’t apologize.”

The crowd watching gasped, shocked I could even talk back to Vivienne. They weren’t the only ones shocked; I was too.

I didn’t think I could ever stand up to Vivienne, and now that I did, my heart was beating like crazy.

“You have nothing to apologize for?” she repeated, her gaze burning into mine with anger.

“Yes, I don’t,” I responded, refusing to back down.

She smiled. “Fine then, I will tell you.” She drew closer, and with her lips next to my ear, she whispered, “I gave you the chance to take not one, but many cocks in your virgin cunt — and you turned it down.”

I stared at her in shock, her words freezing me in disbelief. She wants me to apologize for not getting raped at the party.

She—oh my God. Just when I thought Vivienne Draemont couldn’t get any more wicked, I realized that she's the devil.

“Now do you see why you have to apologize?” she asked, relaxing back into her bean bag, then with an exaggerated sigh she said, “You ruined my good intention.”

“Your good intention? I COULD HAVE GOTTEN RAPED BY MULTIPLE MEN! WHAT FREAKING GOOD INTENTION ARE YOU ON ABOUT!” I would have loved to scream that in her face, but I couldn’t say out loud that I almost got raped by multiple men.

Instead of people sympathizing with me, I knew it would be another thing for them to bully me about.

“I’m waiting.” She crossed her legs. “Apologize.”

I stared at her defiantly, refusing to do what she wanted. I didn’t say any words, but she got my message— clear. I wouldn’t apologize.

“You ungrateful bitch!” she screamed, her palm connecting with my cheek in a resounding slap.

I did nothing. I said nothing. I bore the pain and only stared back at her in response.

“Apologize,” she demanded, slapping me again.

I sank my teeth into my lip hard, stopping myself from crying. I had already started this, I should see it to the end.

“She told you to fucking apologize, dog!” Bianca shrieked, kicking me on my back and I fell to the ground once more.

I fisted my fingers, my nails drawing blood, still refusing to give up.

“She’s gotten strong,” Celeste giggled. “It’s about time she got a little backbone.” She raised her foot high, and in one swift move brought down her boot to my face.

I screamed in pain, my tongue tasted blood.

“I hate it when they are so easy,” Celeste giggled again, then planted her foot on my face. “EASY IS BORING!” she screamed like a maniac.

Tears blurred my vision, as the pain consumed me. Celeste’s foot hovered once more, ready to strike again, and the little courage I thought I had... slowly crumbled away.

What was I thinking, I can't fight them. I will never win them. And so, like a coward, I whispered weakly. "I'm sorry.... Forgive me."

“Ugh.” Celeste plopped down beside Vivienne on the bean bag. “Too bad. I wanted to smash her face to pieces.”

I let the tears fall freely as I lay there on the ground like some show for the people around to watch.

And while I lay there, wishing I could evaporate... I heard Vivienne yell, “Babe!”

I turned my gaze in the direction of her eyes, and I saw him, Zevarian. 

He walked up to Vivienne and while he leaned down to kiss her, our eyes met. It only happened for a brief moment before he looked away, like he didn't just see me, like I didn't exist. “We should head to the cafeteria,” he said calmly. “I’m hungry.”

Vivienne grinned, and together they walked away, his hand brushing lightly against hers.

I don’t know why it hurts so much, but it does. Last night his head was between my thighs, and now he acts like I don’t exist.

I knew there was never an “us”… but still, it aches to watch him leave with her.

******

It was almost closing time, my last class for the day had already begun. But instead of attending the class, my legs took me somewhere else. The art room.

I stood before the doors of the art room, my  thoughts all over the place. I reached for the door and before pushing it open, I inhaled then exhaled. 

I walked into the art room, and just like I knew he would, Zevarian was in the art room.

How does this sound?

“He was sitting in front of a canvas, his back to me, headphones covering his ears. There was no way he could’ve known I’d just walked in— yet somehow, he sensed me. "What are you doing here?"

I stared at the door, confused. How did he know?

He turned around and stared at me lazily. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I want to talk to you,” I said, forcing the words out, my heart ramming hard against my chest.

He took off his headphones, and I could faintly hear the music pulsing from them. "Are you stalking me, Ellie?"

“Of course not,” I answered quickly.

He stared at me intently, as if trying to decipher whether I was telling the truth. “How did you find me here?”

I shrugged casually. “This used to be my secret place until you came along and made it yours.” I chuckled bitterly. “You didn’t even notice the invisible girl sitting at the back. You never did.”

I met Zevarian in ninth grade, and unlike Vivienne, he didn’t like loudness. He preferred silence, which made the art room his favorite place. Of course, he didn’t know he was taking someone else’s quiet spot. I was invisible.

He stared at me, and when his gaze lingered, it felt like he was about to apologize, but then the look disappeared. “What do you want?”

I crossed my arms. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”

“If you don’t have anything to say, then leave.” He groaned, turning back to the canvas.

"You’re a jerk!” I snapped and he swiveled at once to face me. Before he could speak, I continued, “Why won’t you just say what you want from me? You told me to act like nothing ever happened at the party, and next you…” I stammered, “… you... sneak into my bedroom and bury your head between my thighs!”

He stood up from the chair, his eyebrow raised. “Is this because I ignored you earlier?”

I gulped, heat rising to my face. Was it?

I had convinced myself I needed answers. I needed to know why he's being so mysterious. 

So what if he ignores me? It’s not like we’re dating. Hell, I don’t even know what’s going on between us.

“No,” I answered quickly. “Why would I care? You’re Vivienne’s fiancée, after all. I’m not some Cinderella who needs saving.”

He walked toward me slowly, then stopped just in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiate off him.

My breath caught, my palms sweaty. 

“Good,” he said, low and dangerous. He reached out, cupping my cheeks gently. “Don’t ever get the wrong idea, Ellie. I’m not here to save you. I never intended to.”

Chapter Six

I took a small step back, his words got to me more than I would want to admit. "I won't expect otherwise," I spat out, my fingers digging into my palm. "You're not a savior, or my savior, Zevarian. It would be stupid of me to think you were."

He stared at me intensely, his gaze blank. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, and worse, I hated his emotionless stare. "Then we are on the same page," he finally said.

Of course. He is nothing but an emotionless prick. What else was i possibly expecting?

"Yeah, we are." I nodded, my eyes roaming around the art rooms, for once taking in the view of the displayed artworks. I was felt to nervous to bring up what was in mind. "Besides, I only came here because I was curious about who you really are."

"What do you mean?" he asked flatly.

I swallowed, my throat felt dry and itchy. My heart hammered so loud I was sure he could hear it. "I mean..." My words trailed off. For a moment I considered shutting up and walking away, but I was curious.

I saw something, and I need to confirm what I saw.

"I know you're not human." I blurted out.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Yesterday, in my bedroom. I... I saw you," I responded quickly.

His gaze hardened. "And what exactly did you think you saw, Ellie?"

I shifted on my feet, the itchy feeling in my throat persistent.

Should I just drop it? But no— I had already started, it was only right I saw it through.

"In my bedroom... yesterday... you—" I pointed toward the floor, like I could replay it for him. "You were standing by the window, and then the next second you were right on top of me. You didn't walk. You didn't move normally. You just—" My voice cracked. "It was like you super sped."

He stared at me for a long, heavy moment. Then he leaned back in his chair and let out a low laugh. It wasn't loud. It was a low mocking chuckle, the kind that suggested he thought I was insane.

"You're losing it, Ellie. Super sped? Really?" He chuckled again. "If you're only going to talk crazy, then you should leave." He reached for his brush putting an end to the conversation all by himself.

Heat rushed up my face, my fingers curling into a fist. If he thought he would end this by making me think I'm crazy, then he should think again. "I'm not crazy!"

"Yeah, and I'm a superhero." He winked then turned around, his back to me. He ignored me fully, dragging his brush across the canvas.

I took a step forward. "You can't make me think I'm crazy, Zevarian. I know what I saw. You obviously had some sort of powers, and when you jumped out of my bedroom window, I looked out but..." I stuttered, trying to grasp the events of last night. "You were gone. Just gone. And that's not possible, no matter how hard I think about it."

His back was still to me, like he wasn't even listening to my ramblings. But I pressed on. "And even now—just now—when I walked into the art room... your back was facing me. You had earphones on, and still, somehow, you knew it was me when I walked in."

He shrugged without looking at me. "I heard you walk in."

"No," I shot back, shaking my head. "Don't lie. You were listening to music. I heard it when you took off your headphones."

He set the brush down and tilted his head slightly, his expression annoyed. "You heard wrong. There was no music."

Ugh. He is just hell-bent on proving me wrong! I'm not crazy. I know what I saw and what I heard. There's something more to Zevarian, a secret he's hiding, and I'm going to find out.

"Fine. Let's say there was no music." I stepped closer, my pulse racing. "Then how were you so sure it was me who walked in? It could've been anyone. A teacher, another student, anyone. But you—" My voice rose, my words tumbling out. "You knew it was me."

He stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Drop it."

I couldn't tell if it was the fact he looked annoyed or because his eyes had gone dark, but I felt scared and stumbled backward, suddenly afraid for my own life.

What was I thinking confronting him? If he truly was some sort of monster, wouldn't that put me in danger? What if he decided to kill me so his secret could remain hidden?

Oh shit, Elowen.

"Are... are you confirming that... that I'm right?" I stuttered, gulping.

In an instant, he was in front of me, his height shadowing mine. His eyes were sharp and cold; I could feel it cutting through me. "I told you to drop it." He growled, his voice dangerously low. "And whatever you think you saw, forget about it."

I blinked fast, trying not to stumble back. "Zev—"

"I'm serious." His voice snapped harder now. "If you don't want to get hurt, then stop. Drop it."

My lips parted, trembling. I wanted to tell him I couldn't stop, that I needed to know, that he was the only thing that had made me curious in a long time. Just thinking about the possibilities of superpowers made my faded life feel a bit interesting.

"I... I'm just—"

"Drop it and fuck off!" he yelled, cutting off my explanation.

The words stung, but it wasn't the way he had said them that made my body jerk back in horror.

It was his eyes. They had glowed red, and his teeth had grown out. He had fangs.

I had been playing with the idea that Zevarian was some sort of monster, but I never really thought he could be one.

Maybe a cute power of super speed, but fangs and glowing eyes? That is next-level scary.

I stumbled back, almost tripping on my own feet. My chest tightened, air rushing too fast in and out.

Without another thought, I turned and ran.

The sound of my shoes echoed down the hall as I burst out of the art room, my heart hammering wildly.

Zevarian Thalos is a monster.