RHETT: THE SON OF THE ALPHA

9. A smile of Ruin

CHAPTER NINE

FREYA’S POV

FLASHBACK

I’ve always been on time except today morning as I rushed to my ethics 101 class. No lie but I had a pretty great feeling Professor Akiyama was not going to be happy about it. I was one of her favorite students-deservedly of course. But for the first time, I was going to have a taint in my clean record.

As fate would have it, I just had to run into someone, my phone being the only thing to slip off my hand and make contact with ground, a crack easily running through the screen. Well, if John didn’t have my head for this, Dad was likely to.

“s**t! I’m so sorry,” The guy muttered, picking up my phone but I knew that it was beyond salvageable.

I grabbed it off his hands nevertheless, my mind very much still in fear of getting late to class. The guy, however doesn’t seem to catch a hint and instead hurried up after me; admittedly too agile for a normal guy.

A werewolf, no doubt. I wasn’t particularly fond of their kind but I didn’t hate them either. Rhett Saint, the eldest son of the Alpha King of the city and his little wolf crew in high school, had made sure of that. How they paraded the hallways and acted like they owned the school did more than just tick me off. Cliché enough, my best friend in college and my current roommate, was a werewolf and the sole reason I was getting late for my ethics class after she switched off my alarm while nursing her hungover.

“Do you want something? As you can see, I’m quite in a hurry,” I stopped, turning to look at him.

“Well, your phone wasn’t the only thing you dropped,” He handed me my pen, “Also, I’m hoping you could direct me to which room the Ethics class takes place. I’m kind of new here,” and for a split of a second, I got distracted by his smile. f**k! It had to be the second most beautiful thing I’d seen after the As on all my exams.

“What?” I muttered.

“The ethics class 101 with,” he glanced down at the paper in his hand, “Professor Akiyama. Do you know the class perhaps?”

“Yes. I’m headed there. Come on, I’ll show you,” I turned to walk but on second thought, I turned around, stretching my open palm which I hoped wasn’t sweaty from anxiety, “I’m Freya. Freya Fawn,”

He took it, the smile deepening and were those tingles electrifying themselves up the sleeve of my arm?

“Nikolai Petrov. It’s a pleasure to make your acquittance. So how about that class now?” He questioned; the smile unwavering from his lips.

His smile. It had been the beginning of my end; the thing that would mark me for ruin. Yet it remained the one place of comfort I’d rushed to when the memories got too much to bear. Funny isn’t it, how one man could take you and ruin you completely in all the worst, irredeemable ways?

I opened my eyes, the starless night welcoming me back to reality. The emptiness returned and I pushed it down the back of my throat. Reaching for my phone, which I’d been smart enough to put on silent mode judging for the numerous calls from my step-brother and another unknown number, I glanced at the time on the top right of the screen. Two-thirty in the morning. Well, surely the orgies had stopped now, right?

Standing up, I dusted off the back of my dress, before finding my way slowly to the house, shoes in my hand and ignoring the roughness of the marbled path that came into contact with my feet. Much to my surprise, the Alpha King and my brother were in an embittered word spat; with John threatening to rain down hell on all werewolves if something had happened to his baby sister; a.k.a me. So now he cared, huh? I’d really love to applaud the audacity.

“I’m safe. Now since you have all had a fill of all the…pleasure you could get, how about I get some sleep?” I interrupted their spat; both of them stopping mid-sentence of their embittered exchange before John rushed towards me, his searching gaze already trying to find any visible marks of injury on me.

“I swear if that son of a b***h did something to you, I’m going to kill him and I don’t give a f**k if he is the bloody prince of the wolves,” He spat. I recognized the look in his eyes. It had been the same look in he’d given me when I showed up that night; drenched in the rain, with a gun in my hand. The night when… I shoved the thought to the back of my brain long with the terrible memory it beheld. Some things were best kept in that untouchable part of the brain.

“I’m fine. Can you quit acting like I’m a baby?” I snapped, walking past him, only to stop and turn around, darting my gaze between the two men, “I have no idea what exactly you were hoping to achieve with this forced union, but I doubt you’ll accomplish it. We are too different. Wolves and Mafia will always be enemies. Once the fever of this illusioned goal of uniting us weathers off, we’ll be back to tearing each other apart. So do bear that in mind. I do however applaud you two for your ambitious motives,” With a slight smile, I muttered my final words for the night,” Have a serene night, both of you,”

I walked past the two of them, walking inside and well, most of the guests at the party were only layers of nakedness wrapped around each other; this time dead asleep. Thankfully, the main bedroom had remained uninhabited and I closed the door behind me, got rid of my gown, cleaned my feet and just lay in bed. Yet the sleep remained elusive. Because without my gun, I could exactly draw a single wink of sleep despite how exhausted I really felt. f*****g John. To keep my mind preoccupied, I turned on the TV in the bedroom, scrolling mindlessly, hoping that somehow, I’d fall asleep. But of course, that never happened and instead, I found myself laying witness to the early morning sun rays.

Well, second day of marriage, here we go. Hope I don’t kill someone today.