Addicted to their Love

Chapter 7 Yeni

Yeni p.o.v.

When I said that today can't turn worse, I was being a fool pathetic wolf...because every second, it's turning worse and worse.

First, I woke up with that same nightmare, then my mate's beta showed up, then I fought with Tyler and made Samuel angry...and then I almost shifted in school, in front of these teenage humans. And if all that wasn't enough, my favorite teacher; Mr. Clarke scolded me and then I acted like some jealous girlfriend in front of him. At last, I got detention at the beginning of my senior year. Great.

I thought that's enough what worse could have happened now...No, it did. I failed in chemistry, have to give a supplementary exam now and when Tyler made fun of me at lunch about this, I threw noodles at him...Principal Magnus was right behind me. And now I have to go to the school counselor daily, again.

I would prefer to die instead of telling that stupid counselor about my feeling, feelings I myself don't understand sometimes, as if there is a ticking bomb inside my brain ready to burst out any second...as if I live in continuous rage, caged inside a chaus.

Those heartbeats used to calm me, but one year ago they stopped. No matter how much I tried to listen to them, all I hear is silence.

Mr. Clarke is only other person with whom I felt at peace...when I'm with him, all those screams and murmurs inside my mind didn't matter anymore, all that mattered is his deep blue eyes and soft soothing music.

But right now...right now I f*****g wish I focused on those screams instead of these darkened blue eyes of his.

After school, I have to attend this forty-minute detention class. I thought I'll just keep my mouth shut and do what he ask, didn't want to make him angrier. But I'd never thought the place between my legs going to get all excited because of his orders.

Seriously, what's wrong with me, I am getting all turned on because of the way he is ordering me around, like his slave.

I am a werewolf, way more stronger than a fragile human like him. But the way my eyes are locked to his, the way my fingers are moving on the keys, without stopping...the way his deep husky voice making my entire body shiver and my p***y clench together, it felt like he is my master and I'm his mere pet.

And his deep ocean eyes are my leash, making me do whatever he wants.

" Did I tell you to stop?"

Mr. Clarke said, shoving his hands in his pockets. He's standing in front of the piano, his black long coat resting on the chair behind me, leaving him only in his white shirt and black trouser, the silver buckle of his leather belt shining above his strong waist, shirt loosely tugged around it, hiding half of his leather belt.

I gulp. Why is his belt making my heart throb painfully like this?

" Do you find my belt more amusing than these piano keys, Yeniffer?"

Fuck, he found me staring at his belt and it's not only his belt I was staring at. I was gawking at his huge bulge near his pocket. He caught me staring at his clothed hard d**k. Great...I can't embarrass myself more, can I?

" Do you like what you're staring at?"

My eyes abruptly jerk up hearing his comment. And when our eyes met, two shades of blue, mine lighter that the sky and his deeper than the ocean, it felt as if sky and ocean met together and bring a hurricane. I even hear a loud sound of destruction with purple lightning over his sharp smooth face, covered in a light beard on his chiseled jaw. His broad shoulders looked extra dangerous in this thunder lightning.

Oh...It was thunder outside. And I thought our locked eyes bringing an apocalypse. I am being too dramatic right now.

Shaking my head, I focused on him instead.

He was still staring at me though, dark blue eyes watching me like a predator. It makes no sense, I am a wolf, I should be a hunter here not him, right?

Why this human is affecting me so much...I mean I did have a crush on him, maybe a little. He is a beautiful thing to watch but today...today I see a totally opposite side of his. And I want to know the reason behind it.

" Wh-why are you behaving like this?", I asked, stuttering as he started walking toward me now.

Suddenly I got too aware of everything, my werewolf scenes were at their peak...and my wolf, I think she fainted after getting super horny. She is weird, I know. But it's not her fault it's his. If Mr. Clarke keeps behaving like this then I think I am going to faint too.

I tilted my head, watching his long legs slowly coming closer and closer to me. Black shiny shoes, making a clutch sound on the grey tiles as he walked...even his shoes are creating music. He is a living breathing symphony.

" Like what, Ms. Johnson?", he asked, stopping just beside me, near the piano stool and my breath hitched.

I didn't look up, I couldn't.

This empty classroom feels like a haunted house to me right now, and this harsh rain, loud voice of thunder, and rushed footsteps of others in the hallways, weren't helping to calm me.

It's making me anxious. What if someone saw us, came inside...a werewolf and a human, a student, and a teacher alone, doing...doing what? We are doing nothing wrong. I'm playing piano, he was listening and watching me...watching me as if he will eat me alive.

Fuck...nothing is wrong but it didn't feel right either, it's nothing like before. He never stared at me when I play, he always sat behind me in his chair or beside me, telling me what I was doing wrong...telling me politely, with a soothing gentle tone...not ordering me like that. It was humiliating.

But you still did what he asked, you even liked it...enjoyed it.

Oh...so you are awake after all bitchie. Yes, that's my wolf's name. She always acted like a b***h instead of a wolf so I named her bitchie. And now I want her to stop teasing me, so I shoved her in the back of my mind. She is going to be so pissed.

" Are you going to speak today, or should I go and find your tongue?"

Mr. Clarke taunted making me frown. Why is he acting like an asshole? Now I understand why every student said he is an arrogant bastard.

I still didn't look up but took a deep breath, I have to ask, I need to know.

" Like this...like I am them...others."

"Because you're not special. ", he said...and that hurts.

Of course, I am not special I know it. But I thought we had an understanding. If anything, I thought I am his best student...all these years, I worked so hard to be the best, at least in this town. I thought, he was proud of me, unlike my daddy...he never came to any of my concerts. It was always Mr. Clarke.

We both love music. And I thought...I thought that's why he never behaved rudely toward me. I thought we were at least friends. Looks like I was wrong all along. A werewolf and a human, friend...a teacher and a student, friend...a weird teenager and a successful grown-ass man, friend... it even sounds foolish.

Because it was foolish. We were foolish.

Bitchie mumbled inside my brain but I was too angry to reply. I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I will not cry, at least not in front of him. I am not a crybaby like before. And it's nothing to cry about anyway.

He is just my teacher, nothing more nothing less.

I could hear his erratic heartbeats so close to me when I didn't reply or look up. He took another step toward me but then backed away...I don't know what was going on inside his mind or why he acted like that.

But it's simply rude to suddenly change your entire behavior towards another person, without telling them any reason.

Shaking my head I stood up, " Yeah...right. ", I muttered, " You are right Mr. Clarke.". I walked toward my bag and pick it up, still not meeting his gaze.

" Stop..."

My hand was on the knob, I could turn it around, open the door and leave...I could, I should. But I didn't. I just stood there, facing the door as he sighed.

" I installed cameras near my apartment, and look what I found.", he said, before I heard his footstep and a clicking sound, something like buttons.

And when I turn around and saw his laptop screen, I face the worse fear of my life... My teacher found out that I stalked him like a f*****g psychopath.

I took a deep sigh of relief.

Maybe I should go and say goodbye to Samuel...either I am going to get thrown in a juvenile or a psychotic ward. I am fine either way. I should be there years ago though, for killing my own mother.

I deserved to be locked in a cage. I was waiting for it. I was wishing for it. And looks like now I'll finally achieve it.

But why I don't want it anymore?