Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 88

Greta

I want to find my mate.

I've searched for them everywhere, but I have never had my nerves sit up and take notes. My mate seems impossible to find, yet I have high hopes when I follow Rebecca to the party. "Are you ready to have fun?" Rebecca asks me as we stand in the line leading up to the frat house.

"More excited to search for my mate, to be honest."

Rebecca smiles at me.

We are in the same lycan pack, and Rebecca is a good friend. But she hisses like a cat the second we enter through the doors. Her attention is set on a gorgeous guy with inked arms.

He has odd-colored eyes, and I realize it's the midfielder on the soccer team. I've seen the girls on campus trading pictures with each other, and someone had a shot of him shirtless on the field. The guy is hot, popular, and... Wait, what if he is the guy who saved Rebecca from the demons?

It could be possible...

An evil smile spread over my lips. If that is the case, I have to set them up somehow. Rebecca's mate is Davis, but he is terrible, and I just want Rebecca to understand there are options. Rebecca could be happy if she could find a mate stronger than Davis, someone who could defeat him.

I want that for her.

I sigh. I came here to search for my mate, but if I leave the party now, I know Rebecca will be drawn to the giant soccer player.

They behave like magnets, pretending to hate one another but unable to keep their eyes off each other for a long time.

It would be so easy to leave and have them interact. I can tell I'm the person who stops Rebecca from walking over to the guy. What should I do?

Music plays, and a bunch of cute guys walks past. I'm set on ignoring them to focus on my best friend.

I have to do something!

I clear my throat when we are standing where they serve free drinks and other beverages. "Rebecca?" "Mhm?" She blinks up at me. "What is it?"

"I'm not feeling that well," I'm lying, obviously. "So, I'm thinking of heading home. Is that okay?"

Rebecca knits her eyebrows in concern. "But we just came here?"

"I know, I know..." I grimace. "But I think I'm getting my period, and I didn't bring any tampons... And... I think there is blood... And I kind of didn't bring any spare panties." Understanding fills her blue eyes. Huh. Was it really that easy to convince her? I deserve an Academy Aware for coming up with that excuse. Rebecca looks sold.

"Um... Sure... Should I walk home with you?"

"NO!"

Rebecca's eyes widen, and I immediately realize I'm acting suspiciously. I can't have that! I have to keep it together.

"I mean, no," I smile at her. Sweat is running down my back, but I'm determined to make Rebecca stay. "I'm fine grabbing a cab on my own, but I will go now, okay? I really need a toilet." "Oh, okay...?"

We bid our farewells, and I perform a mental victory dance when I see the tattoed guy focusing all his attention on Rebecca. Perfect. I've done her a favor tonight; hopefully, she gets laid.

I hurry out through the doors and leave the frat house. The road home is dark and nasty, but I'm not worried. I walk past a couple of blocks and streets, playing on my cellphone until I freeze.

A familiar scent hits my nostrils.

A familiar scent hits my nostrils.

It smells like a demon, and yet it's a bit different. It's not rotten or putrid. Still, I know better than to relax. I shove my phone into my pocket and silently follow the fragrance.

It brings me to an alley with different colored dumpsters. And when the scent grows stronger, I get on my guard.

Carefully, I circle around a trashcan, blinking, when I catch a demon staring back at me.

A fox?

It's tiny and growling at me. It's severely injured yet still keen on trying to defend itself.

My best bet would be this demon fought someone powerful and made it away by the skin of its teeth.

"I will end your suffering," I say coldly. "It will be quick."

I raise my hand to finish the job, transforming my nails into claws, but I hesitate when the fox hangs its head. It looks so defeated, and the sadness in its yellow eyes pierces my heart.

My arm gets suspended in the air, and I question my sanity when I find myself unwilling to kill the demonic creature. Have I gone insane?

This is a demon-my greatest enemy, yet I can't bring myself to murder the little white fox. A wave of dizziness hits me when I meet its eyes, and my heart pounds a little faster.

Cute animals are my weakness, and this one is super fluffy. It's not bigger than a chihuahua. It has nine tails dirty, and covered in blood. Interesting. I bet this fox would be stunning if cleaned up and healed.

I slump my shoulders and sigh. "Look, I know you're my enemy, but... Here, let me use my healing powers on you... Promise not to bite me, okay? I'm only trying to help."

The fox growls at me, but it's out of fear. Its ears are pulled back, and the growling continues until my hand is close enough.

A bright light covers my new fluffy friend, and its eyes focus on mine. The snarling stops, and the fox freezes. It seems shocked about what I'm doing, which is healing it.

"Isn't it amazing, huh? I've always been able to heal others. It's my special ability," I smile once the fox's wounds are gone. "And there you go. You're all healed and ready to go back where you came from."

The fox tilts its head, studying me in silence. A second later, it stands on shaky legs and walks up to me. It stumbles into my crouched legs, and I instinctively pick up the creature.

"I don't understand... Are you still feeling weak?"

CHIP CHIP

I laugh at the sound emitted by the fox. "Alright... Maybe it will take a while for the dizziness to clear? Then... How about I take you home? I can arrange a luxurious bed for you." CHIP!

I'm not sure what the little one is saying, but I take it as an invitation to bring home the demon.

I wrap my arms protectively around it and grimace-Davis would kill me if he knew I was helping the fox.

My alpha is possessed by a demon, but his former personality remains intact. It seems the two have mixed.

Davis still sucks and cares way too much about wrestling. He is far from a good alpha, but no one in our pack is strong enough to defeat him.

Therefore, we are forced to follow Davis, and he hates demons because he... I'm not sure what his plans for Rebecca are, but I think he wishes to devour her and steal her powers one day. Davis frightens me.

Yet my fear doesn't stop me from bringing home the demon.

"This is where I live," I tell the demon as I walk up the stairs leading to my apartment. "You can stay for as long as you need. I have a fridge filled with food and goodies."

I have no clue why I'm humoring a demon, but the little creature seems to be listening to me. And since it's not attacking me, maybe not all demons are terrible?

No.

I shouldn't think like that.

Don't be fooled, Greta.

The fox is probably only friendly towards me because it's so tiny. Had it been larger, I would be a dead woman.

I enter my apartment, lock the door, and bathe my fluffy friend. I towel the fox dry. Fill a plate with meat, and put it on the floor inside my bedroom.

Seconds later, I slip underneath my covers.

I expect the fox to sleep on the bed I set up for it on the floor-a bundle of bedsheets, but I'm surprised to find my friend jumping up into my bed. The fox chirps again and drags its body against me like a cat. I smile tiredly. "Fine, you may sleep with me."

CHIP!

Minutes later, I fall asleep with the fluffy fox leaning against my stomach inside my blanket.

The fox probably likes the warmth coming from my naked skin. I never sleep in any clothes.

I get comfortable but wake up late at night because I'm freezing. My eyes are glued together, but I smile in a half-asleep state when something warm wraps around me.

So comfortable...

So warm...

What is holding me?

It feels like an arm, but that's impossible. I brush off that thought, only for my nose to hit a hard, warm surface. Hmm? I slowly blink life into my eyes, and my heart skips a few rhythms.

My nose is buried between two fat pecs, and a pair of muscular arms are hugging me close. Nine large fluffy tails blanket me, and soft snoring comes from above me.

What.

The. Actual.

Hell.

I lift my chin, and my IQ drops at seeing a gorgeous face. A white-haired guy is pressing me to his muscular chest. He is hugging me like I'm his lover, and black eyelashes are fanned over his cheeks. He is so pretty.

And big because I'm not petite.

I'm five-foot-six and not skinny. I have curves and meat on my bones, but this guy here dwarfs me with his massive frame. And are those ears on the top of his head?

I stare at the sleeping guy, and then realization dawns on me... Holy s**t. Is this the fox that I brought home in its proper form?!

I hold my breath.

This isn't good... This isn't good at all!

I judged the demon helpless yesterday, but my room now reeks of magic and the smell of sakura flowers-the scent this demon carries. And I can tell the guy holding me is powerful. What should I do?

Run?

Should I call Rebecca?

My heart races, and the guy wrinkles his eyebrows before opening his yellow eyes. His expression is friendly from the start, but it turns to surprise once our eyes meet. Oh-my-god.

I HAVE FOUND MY MATE!