Mate I never wanted

Skin to skin

Vivian

Frozen, I stood in the middle of my decent-sized dorm room, not sure what I should do now.

As the initial hunger was fed, I am sure that he will not crave s*x up until the next wave hits. So he probably just needs skin on skin closeness.

The question is how long until the next wave will be. It was hard to tell if he would even have one. Heats were something very personal and varied for each person, so without knowing for a longer time, it was very hard to tell.

"Ummm... how did you find me?"

I asked in the nicest tone possible, because I was sure if he felt any sort of aggression from me, he would probably bust into tears. So I need to be very gentle with him.

"I woke up alone... and went to search for you. I followed your scent. Did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to do that? Do you not want me?"

Tears started to shine in his eyes and I reached up to sooth them.

"Shhh… it's okay... everything is okay..."

I pulled him to my chest, knowing that my scent would sooth him for sure.

He followed my scent all across the city... that is quite impressive. Only very powerful hybrids can do that. His fox is probably extremely strong to be able to do something so complex as tracking in the midst of his heat. Most have barely any of their animal powers when they are in full control, but this silver-haired fox managed to do it in his most vulnerable state.

This made me realize that I knew completely nothing about him. The Elder center should have given me his full data after our first meeting, but I stormed out before they could say anything to me. But this also gave me an idea.

"Can I call someone? They must be worried about you? Your family? A friend?"

My questions were completely ignored by him as he buried his face in my neck even deeper.

"Want to cuddle..."

Oh, god... this is going to be more difficult, I guess.

"It's okay, we can cuddle on my bed if you want to, but I first need a name?"

The fox pulled back a little and stared at me, confused.

"A name... my name is Lucien... you can call me Lucien."

Happiness bloomed on his face as he pulled back, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the bed.

This was not what I meant when I asked for a name. I hoped he would give me his family name and not this. For a second, I considered asking for more, saying that it was not what I asked for and, as if he sensed that I was about to ask him to stop, he turned to me with his big and glassy eyes.

Shit.

I did not have it in me to say anything to him because I was sure that he would bust into tears if I said that he didn't say what I asked from him. So I took his hand and pulled him to bed. He went willingly, maybe even eagerly. I was the first to lay on bed, and he curled himself on top of me, burying his face in my neck as he started to purr with satisfaction.

One of my hands wrapped around him automatically as the other one reached for the optical tablet Johan gifted me for my last birthday.

He was clearly a very strong hybrid, and I'm sure I can check the government's records to see if there was someone with the name Lucien. They usually have pictures with those files, so I can match it and find someone to take him home. Sure, checking this date was not completely legal, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

With the silver-haired fox curled into my side, I made quick work getting into the government files, quickly searching through the data for the stronger level fox hybrids with the name Lucien. As I expected, there were quite a few ones that matched my description.

It took me almost an hour to sort through all of them, but none of them matched the creature pressed into my side. Feeling frustrated and defeated, I saw a message from my mother.

There were pictures posted of you and some boy in the tabloids. As I understand, you are staying at the academy tonight. Please show up for breakfast tomorrow. We need to have a talk.

This was not so settle code, for I was in trouble for being caught with a strange man.

Great, it will be so fun.

Quickly, I checked the main tabloid pages and saw that I was indeed the top news. To no surprise, no one knew who Lucien was. The reason for the strict message was probably due to the high quality picture of a bite mark on my neck.

Great, so this is going to be even more embarrassing than I expected.

Sure, me being with a strange man in public was not great, especially because of the official announcement about the ending of my engagement to James had not been made. Sure, I am sure everyone already knows that James exchanged me for the newest Cliffwind but the slight fact that it was not officially announced made it tricky.

So tomorrow morning I will have to face the raft of Sarah Cliffwind ... I hope they will hold me a nice funeral. As it was clear that I wouldn't find any information on the fox boy pressed into me, I decided to concentrate on the footage that disappeared in the morning.

I checked the logs and found that the date was deleted from my phone last night. What the hell?

Did I delete the video footage? But why would I do something so strange?

Or maybe...

Maybe someone else, did it?

Whoever deleted the footage did a very poor job hiding, and now I am sure that it was not me that did it for sure. I wouldn't be so stupid as to leave it to be recovered so easily. The fact that someone deleted it made me think about something else that was out of the ordinary last night. As the deleted footage was recovering from the back-up cloud storage, I checked through the camera recordings/

I am the only one that drank that wine last night. It was a special brand that John got me as a present when he visited the planet that it was produced on. He always made the most thoughtful gifts, and I for sure knew that the vine was fine. The other times I have drunk it, nothing like last night has ever happened before... and now I see why I got so drunk last night.

Margaret stood next to the my bottle of wine. She was leaning over it, and it was hard to see what she was doing there, but it was easy to guess.

She drugged me... great...

If I'm honest, I'm surprised and confused as to why she did it. There is no reason for her to go after me like that... She is the one that is taking my life away from me, not the other way around? So why did she have to try to ruin me like this? She already took almost everything from me.

To no one's surprise, I saw in the recovered footage that it was Margaret that snuck into my room after I passed out drunk and drugged on the bed.

She grabbed my phone from next to my pillow and typed away at it. She used my thumbprint to sign what I guess is the request for the genetic matching. She looked around the room and saw the camera, so she worked on my phone for a few more minutes, probably deleting footage.

A moment later, when I stirred in my sleep, she jumped scared, my phone landing on the ground next to my bed as she ran out of my room.

Well, this is fun. Good thing that she forgot to close the doors and the camera outside my room caught everything on film.

Maybe tomorrow won't be as bad as I thought.

Before drifting off to sleep, I made a copy of the footage, just to be sure it wouldn't disappear again.