Claimed by the lycan wolf and vampire king

Awake

EMILY

_Lavender scented candles. Maple syrup with blueberry pancakes and cottage cheese. It smells so good_

I smiled heartily in my sleep as the aroma from the meal hit my nostrils causing me to salivate. Who could be making such a delicious meal so early in the morning? It smells Divine. Could it be Mira? I doubt that. The b***h doesn't even know her way around the kitchen talk more of making such a masterpiece.

I groaned deeply, my lips halfway parted as I tried my best to squint my eyes closed when the warm rays of the sun seeped through the curtains of the bedroom and hit my face through the covers. I turned to the other side of the bedroom and slowly opened my eyes to take in my surrounding. That's when it hit me that I wasn't in my bedroom.

I jerked awake in an instant, pushing the covers off the upper part of my body.

"M-My clothes..." I stuttered when I realized that I was only wearing my underthings? Fear built up inside me in a flash. Where am I? Whose house and bedroom is this? Was I kidnapped and brought here? Why don't I remember anything from last night? What are they planning to do by bringing me here against my will?

I searched for my cellphone and found it lying there on the drawer beside me. I picked it up to make a call but the battery was dead. s**t! What am I going to do now? How am I going to get out of here? What If the person who brought me here is a Mafia, a murderer with evil intentions?

This is why I never should've listened to Mira when she insisted that I come to the club for her birthday. I've ended up In a strange house and she's not even here to help me. I made my way out of bed and before I could take a step, I felt a wave of migraine hit me so hard that I fell back to the bed almost immediately. It must've been that drink I had yesterday. It's all starting to come back to me now.

I remember going in search of Mira and getting attacked—Professor Dylan. But what happened after that? My brain feels blank and empty and my thoughts are scattered.

Just then, the door to the bedroom creaked open and Professor Dylan walked in with a breakfast tray. I thought I smelt something in my sleep. It wasn't just my imagination after all. He was clad in a pair of loose fitted jeans and a singlet. The texture of his hair feels damp so I'm guessing he had his shower not too long ago.

Wait! Is this his house? Why am I in his house? Did he bring me here himself? Knowing that I crashed at his place gave me some sort of relief but I still felt somewhat restless.

"Good morning Emily." He greeted politely in a calm voice and with a smile on his face. I wasn't used to seeing him without his glasses. He looks different. I'm screwed. If word should get out that I spent the night in my teacher's house, what would people think of me?

"I'm guessing you had a goodnight rest?" He asked, placing the tray on the desk just beside the bed. I swallowed, unable to answer. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him. I'm sure I made a big mess of myself and he had to atone for them all by himself. s**t!

"Let me see your arm?" He requested coming closer to me. I shifted on the bed but he didn't relent till we were only inches apart. I felt my heart thudding against my chest. My breath suddenly became uneven and I found it difficult to breathe properly. It has always been like that whenever I was close to him.

"You hurt your yourself last night and I applied some ointment to make it heal faster." He commented. "If all goes well, you'd be better in a day or two."

I hurt my arm last night? How did I hurt myself? The men who attacked me. But how does it have anything to do with professor Dylan? What exactly am I missing? Is it the drink I had last night? Is it jumbling up my senses? Why am I not getting any answers?

"What am I doing here?" I went further to ask the very question that had been brooding my mind ever since I woke up. "How did I end up here professor? Nothing makes sense. Why am I in your house of all places?"

"You don't remember?" He proceeded to ask and I shook my head negatively.

"All I remember last night is getting attached and you coming to help me. I also remember falling unconscious but I don't know what happened after."

"I guess it's because you had too much to drink." He replied calmly. "Well you fainted and I brought you to my house after taking care of those men who attacked you so stop thinking too hard. Have your breakfast first and then you can go home." He brought the tray to the bed but I felt oddly strange for some reason. It was like I was forgetting something and the look on his face told me that he knew but was deliberately hiding it from me. He wasn't letting me in on everything on purpose.

"I want to go home now professor. Thank you for taking care of me last night." I blurted out and made my way out of the bed. I located my clothes at a corner and threw them on but something caught my attention and I held it up to see. "Blood?" I said in a tiny whisper. "Why is there a stain of blood in my dress?"

I turned to see Dylan staring at me keenly. His eyes held so much expression that his mouth couldn't say. "I'll see you in school Sir." I threw on my jacket and made to leave but he grabbed my hands, holding it firmly. It was at that moment everything started coming back to me. I remembered getting attacked and I also remembered him fighting those men that attacked me. They shot at him but he didn't die and then he transformed into an animal In front of me. I passed out in fright and not because I had too much to drink.

My hands became shaky and I gasped in shock, quickly pulling my hands away from his. Tears gathered in my eyes and I found my teeth clattering as I tried to get away from him.

"You remember, don't you?" He asked. It was more of a question than a statement. "Listen, Emily I can explain." He took a step further but I held my hands at him.

"D-Don't take another s-tep" I screamed at him. My hands flying to cover my mouth as fear and panic crept Inside me and rested there. God! He's going to kill me.

"I'm not going to kill you Emily. Just let me explain, please."

I shook my head. "You're a monster. You killed t-those men. I s-saw you. You're not really a human. You're a b-beast!" I whispered shakily.

"I did it because they attacked you Emily. I would never have killed anyone if they had just left when I told them to." He explained and my eyes almost bulged out of my sockets.

"You are my woman and I did what I did to protect you. I would do it again in a heartbeat to ensure that you are safe."

"W-What?" I yelled at him. "What did you just say?" I took a deep breath and faced him squarely. "What are you? Who are you and what do you mean by I am your woman?"

"I didn't mean to scare you like that Emily but you're right. I'm not a human." He confessed, his face as stoic as stone which was a clear indication that he meant every word he had just said. God! What exactly have I gotten myself Into now?