THE BULLY'S HATED MATE

CHAPTER 10: ROOMMATES

CASSIA'S POV:

The air was pushed out of my lungs with the forceful way I was grabbed.

My heart stopped beating in that second, because what if I was being kidnapped?

I haven't even been here for a day and someone is already trying to kill me.

I knew a handful of females who wouldn't bat an eyelid at the suggestion, especially since I was now mated to their beloved Alpha prince.

How he did it? I didn't know.

However, I was grabbed by the waist and the next, my hands were pinned to the wall, his hot breath fanning me as his eyes turned to subtle gold.

My heart beat was hard, but my n*****s were harder.

"You don't belong here." He growled guturally.

Myla kept jumping up and down, sniffing greedily at every air that surrounded him.

The air that surrounded him smelled spicy, heated and sweet. Myla kept grunting at how much his scent was delicious.

"Get off me, you brute." I struggled for my release, but he only clenched harder, shoving harder into my body.

My skin was on fire from this proximity. A little more and our lips might reach.

"Do what I say or I promise, I will make your life a living hell. I will make sure you don't get the chance to breathe, you don't get the chance to think — all thoughts you have would be consumed by me. How much you hate me and want to leave. Go to my father and tell him about the rejection rites. Tell him that you don't want any of this, and you'd rather live off your pathetic life without so much as a glance at me. Do I make myself clear?" He pushed into me further, making me recall how he had f****d Ariadne.

It wasn't something I wanted popping into my head but it did and my brain was putting images of Lucius and I, instead of the original.

A sweet shiver ran up my spine.

I wanted him to grind into me for reasons I didn't know. I wanted him to do things to me, things that would have my core throbbing and a nun blushing.

The desire that pooled within me was beyond my control. It was hot and consuming.

I knew I must have some effect on him, so I turned my neck since he was so dangerously close to me.

His scent was intoxicating, and I knew I must be the same for him.

His gaze darkened and he grinder his groin into me. I gulped softly, feeling my breath hitch from the heated contact.

Lucius trailed his nose to my neck, sending hot shivers down my skin, and drowning himself in my scent.

That was a second before he pushed himself off me, almost like he'd been burnt. My eyes seemed to snap open, realizing what the hell just happened.

He growled at me, eyes wide and dangerous.

"Don't ever do s**t like that again." He clenched his jaw hard, eyes holding confliction and swirling with raw emotions. After casting one last glare my way, he walked away.

My breathing steadied it's pace, and I went lax against the wall.

What the hell just happened?

How was I supposed to know I had that immense power? He was the one who came onto me. He deserved some of that.

However, I wouldn't lie that the whole thing hadn't left me a little hot and bothered.

Well, maybe not a little.

Myla was even more aroused than ever.

As I came out of the corner, I saw the lady with the uniform with a girl nearly my age with the same similar one.

When she approached me, she did something very unexpected.

She bowed.

"Let us show you to your room."

Regardless of my subtle shock and the overwhelming feeling that engulfed me, I followed them.

***

"Here we are!" The older lady said immediately we got to the closed double doors that had a guard standing vigilantly by each door.

I expected the ladies to go in before me but they just stood aside, waiting for me to get in by myself.

I knew immediately that they were not in any way going to lead the way. I was on my own from now on.

"Thank you." I said and again, they bowed and left.

Leaving me to go through this journey again.

As I wanted to push the doors open, the guards opened it for me, one guard on each door; each holding the door towards themselves as I walked in with a forced smile on my face.

My breath was taken away the moment I walked into the room.

The room was the most spacious thing I had ever seen in my life.

The lights dropped at a dangerous intensity, giving the room a shadowy and sumptuous look.

It had it's own unquie style that drew me so much to want to touch every nook and cranny of every surface that existed in this vast amount of space.

I moved further than the doors, and my breath seemed to leave my lungs in astonishments.

Further down lays the comfiest bed, clad in dark red silk sheets that seemed to smooth over the white bedspread, like a pool of blood manifesting it's prowess.

It was sexy. It was alluring, and all I wanted to do was to feel those silk sheets through my fingers — let my fingers taste their quality and my nose whipped up a new recipe that had Lucius in it.

Myla was intoxicated with the deliciousness that arose from that one spot in the whole bedroom. The bed.

I moved closer to it, suddenly stopping because I wanted to feel the ground.

I took off my shoes, gently easing my feet out of them as I stepped into another zone.

The first thing my legs felt were the plush rugs that crowded the bed space. They seemed to fit in every corner the wide king sized bed spread out on.

I took my time letting my legs get used to comfiness.

Next, I moved towards the bed, nearly letting a moan escape my lips as I touched the sheets.

Myla growled in ecstasy too, having the same feeling as me — the tingling down in my belle and the way everything about my sense of touch here was heightened.

My hands took a trip through the sheets, feeling and gripping and getting greedier and hungier for every feeling I got from the silkiness.

I moved to the pillows, each one being so soft I wondered how many Lucius would need to sleep peacefully.

They were four in number and yet, I couldn't let any go. I felt it all.

I knew I couldn't touch it all, so I decided to observe a bit more, letting my eyes take over.

At the opposite side of the large room, there was a wardrobe — so wide, it would have contained all of the guests who had arrived today.

Still clad with no shoes, I walked towards the wardrobe, noticing that the room was not as cold as I would have expected it to be.

It was rather warm, like there was a gentle furnace somewhere. I searched with my eyes but it wasn't long before I saw the tiny fireplace burning rather silently and bright enough to go along with the lights.

As I observed a bit more, I saw just how much I had missed the detail of it being there. There were shadows cast by the fireplace.

Shadows that I had not seen because the bed's aura breathed and groaned with happiness.

I continued my movement, wandering towards the wardrobe to no side in particular. I opened it, and again gasped.

In there layed thousands of clothes, carefully hanged, rolled and folded.

They were all Lucius' clothes. Myla was so grateful, she took over for a minute, sniffing wildly at the closet. Taking a good amount of his addictive scent in.

Again, I was tempted to touch. To feel what touched his skin before anything else.

I went towards the other side of the closet and when I opened it, the clothes were even more enormous than his side of the closet.

Myla squealed in excitement, touching and feeling every dress, every satin that had been placed there.

I, on the other hand, hated it here. I wanted to groan so badly, but Myla was too happy. So, I merely just sulked in my head.

I was exhausted.

I picked a dress that seemed suitable for the night, eyeing the bed as I shut the closet, tired of looking through things.

Hopefully, I could get a good night's sleep. So, I stripped off and went ahead to take a shower, a rejuvenating shower with my dress in hand because I couldn't find a towel.

***

LUCIUS POV:

The audacity of that girl! Having my wolf breathe her in like that, wanting to reach out and taste her right there in the open.

She was dangerous, that was for sure.

"Your highness!" A guard ran up to me, not noticing how my ears were red and my nostrils flared from being embarrassed and caught unaware like the way I was earlier.

"Yes." I answered dryly, hoping to the goddess that it wasn't what I thought it was.

"Your father requests your presence in the throne room." He said, and bowed.

It was exactly what it was.

Without another second to waste, I went to our royal throne room, walking in.

"Come here, boy." My father said, seated on his throne, having wine.

A lot of guards were positioned at strategic positions incase anything should ever happen to him. They would defend him to their deaths.

I walked forward, my heart beating at a rather lower pace than I would have expected.

"Father, you sent for me?" I asked immediately I got to him.

He gestured to an open seat that made me appear to be looking up at him, as that was how the throne room was built.

"I need to give you the talk." He said, and his mouth stretched a bit to the side.

If I didn't know better, I would have turned red. But this was somehow not a s*x talk. I could tell because he had given me one of those at a rather earlier age.

"What talk, father?" I asked again, leaning into my chair, paying rapt attention.

"I'm going to be brief because I'm sure you're exhausted, but you're a man now. You have responsibilities immediately you have a mate. You're no longer an ordinary wolf. From now on, you must really see yourself as an heir. You're capable of anything, and after the weddings, you would be required to be with me during my meetings and decision makings. You have to learn what being a leader is but most importantly, you have to learn what being a mate is."

I wanted to sneer at him.

He had no idea that who he thought was my mate would never be considered one to me.

Ariadne was my mate, the one that I wanted. Not that lowlife the moon goddess decided to grace me with, and at the boys bathroom for that matter.

"Having a mate is spectacular. You have a slightly different you in another gender. You get to be more seen, more heard, more personal. You do things together that makes up only the best memories for you, even the bad ones. And most of all, you get to be in love." He had this twinkle in his eye that made Damon growl.

I knew who he was talking about — mother. My very much dead mother.

Frankly, I wasn't suited for this. I hated being made to live down the memories of her absence. My heart clenched in pain.

With that, I cleared my throat to bring him back to reality.

"Yes. Yes. I suppose you're tired for the night, right?" His eyes twitched with something.

I started to stand up, and he nodded. My cue.

I nodded back and walked briskly out of the throne room. He was right about one thing; I was insanely tired.

I walked back to my chambers, feeling the tiredness radiate from every bone I possessed in my body.

All I needed was to fall asleep on my soft silk sheets and dream about how hot Ariadne was. I smiled even though no body was going to ask me why.

However, my smile dropped immediately I opened the doors of my room.

I sniffed something different, something clean and very feminine.

Damon was attracted immediately, like a mouse to cheese.

I followed this new scent towards my bed space. There and then, something was set loose in me as my eyes oogled her body.

Her porcelain body.

The towel was no match for her skin tone. The same towel that was wrapped tightly around her delicious ample breasts that swelled every time she bent over to rub a substance on her now open thighs.

Time seemed to stop for a moment before she noticed that I was there, standing and gawking at her magnificence.

"What the f**k? Lucius!" She screamed and quickly held the towel firmly to her breast.

Damon growled, and my eyes darkened, dropping to her thighs