The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Sophia’s POV

Slowly, my eyelids fluttered opened and I winced. Bright light. Bright burning light. It was too much. A groan escaped my lips as I turned around on the hard floor, my nose twitching at the scent of something metallic. Something liquid. I just rolled into it.

Slowly my eyes came into focus and I realized what it was. Blood. It was blood.

My head began to ache seriously as everything began to rush into me. All the memories. And a gasp escaped from me. I was in my own blood. I was alive, but I was supposed to be dead.

How was I alive? This wasn’t supposed to be possible…I was supposed to be dead. Freya killed me. A light sob escaped my lips as my hand flew to my throat, the place where Freya had decided to slot my throat but it was all closed up. My throat wasn’t torn open. There wasn’t any ugly scar there…it was closed. Smooth. Like she hadn’t cut my throat at all.

I gulped, my hands running through my hair as I sat on the floor. My eyes was still struggling to adjust. Everything was too bright and it burned my eyes. Everything was loud and silent at the same time. And gods, the smell. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of boxes and sweat.

Were there people here? I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t hear anyone. It seemed like I was the only one here.

I couldn’t still comprehend all that was going on here but the only thing I could comprehend was that I was hungry. There was this rumbling in my stomach and pain in my stomach. A terrible hunger that was demanding to be satiated.

I tucked my hair through my ear and ran my hands through my hair then nearly pulling them out of my head. Another issue was that I was having a terrible headache and I couldn’t understand why.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself up and grabbing onto something for balance. Why wasn’t I dead? Why was I still alive? What was going on? It was very hard to understand.

I walked away from where I was standing, making sure to stay clear of the rays of sunlight that managed to bring light into the dark warehouse.

Where as Freya anyways? If she thought I was dead, then she must have left my body to rot here and gone to meet Ian or gone back to their world after all, she had taken care of me, her competition.

My heart restricted painfully as Ian’s explanation kept rushing back to me. My hands flew to my neck, that spot where he had marked me and I realized it was still there. I had expected those tiny dots to go the same way my throat had closed up but it was still there. I was still his. I didn’t know whether to be angry or not. I didn’t know whether to be relieved by the fact that I was still his.

That was what got me into this trouble in the first place. The fact that he marked me without even asking for my consent. Without even fully knowing me. Who knows how many other people had their eyes on me before Freya even got to me? How many other people had wanted to kill me just because Ian had marked me as his?

I rubbed my eyes tiredly, trying to find the exit. I halted when I heard the shuffle of footsteps. I frowned slightly. So there was someone here? My heart began to race. Was it Freya? Had she come back to make sure I was really dead?

I was about turning around and finding a place to hide in this cramped warehouse when she sound of a beating heart made me stop. A beating heart. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sure I was hearing the correct things. How could I even hear that? How was it possible?

The better option was to go back to my hiding place but I found feet leading me towards the sound of the beating heart, my stomach rumbling bad with each step that brought me closer to that beating heart.