Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 103

William

"Alpha, your mom is calling again."

I don't even look at my servant and fold my muscular arms behind my head with a content sigh. "Tell her I'm busy today."

"As you wish, alpha."

"Thank you... Whatever your name is."

The compelled servant leaves with a court nod, and I relax.

Family is important. I've always cared for them, but I can't be bothered with them tonight.

I want to focus on myself, and talking to my mom on a Saturday night isn't how I imagine a good weekend. She always complains about my life choices, which is mentally draining.

I love my family. Don't get me wrong, but... My mother, Stella, is a goody-two-shoes. And my first dad, Raphael? He is the same. And my second dad, Evan? He is also a saint.

They don't understand my urges, so I try to keep them out of business. If they knew what I was up to, I would risk getting shunned, so I moved from Lunaris to Black Howl City.

Here I can live out the dream-compelled women and pack members everywhere. I share a body with a demon and he likes to play. Of course, my parents don't know, or maybe they do? Regardless, they haven't called me out on it while the entire school seems to know about it. I guess rumors spread.

I sit back in my chaise longue and enjoy the grapes served by some girl whose name I've forgotten. Another woman is cleaning the room, and I have compelled chefs in the kitchen.

Oh, and let's not forget the ones massaging my feet. I have a compelled human taking care of each foot. It would be such a waste to not keep two of them around. I love a good foot massage.

Yet lately... I just don't feel satisfied.

The problem?

Rebecca Smith.

Ever since I looked into her stupid little head, I've suffered nightmares about kissing and making love to her. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Why does she make my heart race?

When I saw her trip over her feet the other day, I daydreamed about picking her up and kissing the pain away from her knee, which makes no sense!

I shouldn't care about love; I'm a demon, for f**k's sake!

Hydra is part of me now-we mixed. I did it for Rebecca. I was desperate to grow stronger for her, but the demonic blood changed me.

I stopped caring about other people. I force myself to care about my family, but it doesn't come easily...

Yet I seem to care about Rebecca Smith. But what makes her so unique?

Why does my blood come to a boil around her?

I get that what we are mates, but really? Some people can reject their mates, but I'm whipped by the woman already.

Rebecca, Rebecca...

Why her?

I've been dragging my hair out for an entire week, trying to figure out why she is my mate. I'm drawn to her, but she said we weren't mates in that other universe. So why in this one?

I have an idea: what if the demon mixed with me, is her true mate?

Through Rebecca's memories, I could see that Davis was combined with the hydra in the other timeline. My question is: did the mate-bond happen before or after he was infected?

I pop another grape into my mouth and sigh when one masseur tries to get to my p***s.

"Dude, I said only my feet, okay?" I squint at the woman and strengthen the compulsion. "Feet only."

"Yes, alpha."

"Thank you," I roll my eyes. "Why is it so hard to find good women to compel these days?"

I know the answer, and it makes me bitter. There is only one woman I want, and she hates my guts.

***

After staying awake the entire night and thinking about Rebecca like the whipped tool I am, I sneak into her class.

It's early morning, and I'm not supposed to study mathematics, but I need to see my mate.

I sit in the middle of the auditorium and soon watch the white-haired pretty little lady stroll into the classroom. She is wearing a baby green hoodie that doesn't reach all the way down, blatantly showing off her flawless dark skin and cute navel. My c**k stiffens.

I would kill to have her in my lap, caress her sides and worship her beautiful lips. Kiss every inch of her neck.

Damn.

I just want and want and want.

Whatever perfume she is wearing has me sniffing the air like a bloodhound. I notice her attention landing on me, and I let my large body sink further into the seat, smiling.

Her eyes narrow into slits upon seeing me wave at her. A frown works its way into her face. And seconds later, she sits at the top of the auditorium. Far away from me. Ouch. I'm not used to rejection.

I slip through a portal and wind up by her side, anyway. She jerks in response and hits me in the face with a book.

Crap.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" Rebecca whisper-yells at me. "You can't just appear like some kind of ghost!"

The book slips down from my face, and I smile at her. "Well... I can."

"You're so arrogant."

"I'm guilty of that, too."

Her glare fills me with sick satisfaction because I finally have her attention. I know I'm acting stupid. I'm like a boy pulling the hair of the girl he likes, but I don't care.

"Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should..." Rebecca mutters and looks forward, down the rows. "At least the teacher is already here and ready to send you out of the classroom."

I study Rebecca and notice a slight blush creep over her cheeks upon seeing the young teacher talk to the students.

What the hell?!

Is she attracted to that bloke?

Jealousy bubbles up within me, and I bitterly turn to face Rebecca with calculative eyes. "Don't tell me you think your math teacher is cute, or I'm going to puke."

"You read my mind?"

"No," I growl. "I'm trying to be respectful by not doing that."

"Okay, let me make it easy for you then." Rebecca gives me a phony smile that makes her dimple pop. "My math teacher is hot. Responsible. Kind. And not to mention smart. I would pick him over the likes of you." I realize she is only trying to anger me, but it's working. I glare at her for a long moment before an idea pops into my brain.

"Bet you would kill to see him naked, huh?"

Rebecca plays along with sarcasm and bites back. "Oh yes, I would love to see what he is hiding underneath his formal suit and tie. I bet he is packing underneath it all."

I smirk and click my finger. Time freezes for everyone else around us, and Rebecca's expression becomes confused.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

I shrug. "Giving you what you want-" I look down at the frozen teacher and speak the magic words. "Hey, teacher? I don't know your name, but... Please take off your clothes." Rebecca audibly gasps when the compulsion hits her math teacher. She furrows her eyebrows, stares at the teacher now standing there in boxer shorts, and then gulps. "Stop... William... This isn't funny..."

"I'm having a lot of fun." I lean back and throw up my legs on the seat in front of mine. "Oh, and look! He has a beer belly. I'm much hotter than that slob. You should pick-" Rebecca slaps me, and the words die on my tongue. There are tears in her eyes, yet anger is the winning emotion on her face.

She is shaking, and my heart falters. I wanted to get back at her, and I'm part demon-I shouldn't care about her emotions. But I do. Her tears? I feel them deep in my soul. "You're a psychopath! And I would NEVER accept you as my f*****g mate. Do you hear me?! You're sick, William!"

Rebecca picks up her stuff, and on the staircase, she turns around to face me with anger visible on her features.

"I, Rebecca Smith, reject you, William Howler, as my mate. f**k off and stay the hell away from me! Better yet, you should reject me too, so we get this over with!"

I swallow thickly, mulling it over.

I don't want to reject Rebecca at all. Every nerve, bone, and drop of water in my body wants her.

So I lift my chin, meeting her eyes. "No, I won't reject you at all."

She hisses at me, and I'm glad time is standing still. It allows me to stand up and approach her.

Fear washed up to the surface of her face. She isn't sure what I'm doing-I'm not either.

I tip my head, scanning her while she shrinks back. "What do you want from me this time?!"

I take another step. Hesitate before opening my mouth. "Why don't you want me?"

She snorts as if the answer would be obvious. There is even a headshake before she looks up at me. "Are you serious?"

I nod.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "Because you're heartless, William, okay? I don't want a partner who can't tell right apart from wrong. And your powers? Honestly, they frighten me."

I stare at her, and Rebecca turns around. She leaves me in the classroom and doesn't even look back.