I ACCIDENTALLY SAVED A VILLAIN SEASON 1

MY HUMAN MATE .7

The thick old book lay open in front of Lux, its yellowed pages whispering secrets of ages past. It was one of the oldest tomes in the library, a relic donated by a long-gone professor whose tales had become the stuff of legend among the students. Franklin had often recounted stories of the professor’s eccentricities,but no one  believes but today, Lux was more interested in the arcane knowledge contained within its worn covers.

She turned the pages carefully, mindful of the watchful eyes of Mr. Moody, who seemed to have an uncanny ability to sense mischief.

“Yes! Got it!” Lux whispered, her heart racing as she uncovered a passage. Athira, her closest friend, leaned over, intrigued.

But just as they were diving deeper into the text, the door swung open with a force that made several girls jump. All eyes turned to the intruder: Sylvester  strode in, exuding an air of authority that silenced the room.

Lux felt a familiar pang of anxiety. She quickly closed the book, shoving it into her bag as she stole a glance at him. Sylvester, with his striking features and magnetic presence, was engaged in conversation with the teacher, Dane and Wisteria, who stood nearby, equally commanding.

Lux averted her gaze, knowing that if she looked directly into Sylvester's eyes, she would lose herself completely. There was something about him—something deep and enigmatic—that both thrilled and terrified her. As the discussion continued, she focused on the world outside the window, where the leaves danced in the autumn breeze, longing for an escape from the tension that filled the room.

She knew the secrets of the book held answers to questions she hadn’t yet dared to ask. But right now, with Sylvester in the room, her thoughts were lost in a labyrinth of emotions—curiosity mingled with the fear of being seen, of being vulnerable.

Sylvester’s eyes roamed the classroom, drifting to the far end near the window. His breath caught in his throat as he beheld Lux, lost in her own world. She gazed outside, sunlight streaming through the glass and kissing her face, making her skin glow with an otherworldly radiance.

Her hair, still damp, was beginning to dry, loose strands fluttering gently in the chilly breeze that slipped through the window. Sylvester couldn’t tell if she sensed his gaze, but he was entranced, spellbound by her presence.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, the word slipping from his lips like a confession. For the first time in a long while, he found himself in agreement with his wolf, the one that critiqued everything around him. Lux was undeniably captivating.

But it wasn’t just her looks. There was an intoxicating scent that filled the air, her scent . It wrapped around him, drawing him closer, making him crave her presence even more.

In that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to rush to her side, to pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply, to make her smell like him. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, a blend of desire and fear that coursed through him.

As the classroom buzzed with conversation and the bell rang in the distance, Sylvester remained frozen, caught in this dreamlike state. He wanted to bridge the distance that separated them, to break free from the expectations that bound him.

Lux shifted slightly, and their eyes met for a brief moment. The world around them faded again, leaving only the two of them in that fragile instant. Sylvester felt a spark, a connection that ignited something deep within him.

Lux’s heart raced as she sat in the back of the classroom, the scent of old books still lingering in her mind. She felt Athira’s hand on her arm, grounding her. “Are you okay?” Athira whispered, her voice barely audible over the chatter.