UNUSUAL OBSESSION

I AM YOUR MATE....

Now, let's start...

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door unlocking, but no one was there. I hesitantly stepped out, glancing back repeatedly to make sure he was really letting me go.

I ran, as fast as my legs could carry me, until I was far away from him. Panting heavily, I clutched my knees, trying to control the storm of emotions flooding me.

I wanted to go home, but my bag was still in the classroom, leaving me with no way to escape. I took a deep breath, calming myself, and began to take slow steps back toward class.

When I arrived, I inhaled deeply and entered, informing the teacher that the principal had called me. Then, I returned to my seat.

The lectures continued, but my mind was blank. Every time I thought of him-his Enigma image-I felt goosebumps crawling over my skin.

He had instilled fear in me, and I knew it.

Finally, the break arrived, and my friends wanted to go to the canteen. I followed them slowly, lost in thought but trying to listen to their conversation.

As we were walking, I heard someone call my name. My nose caught the flowery, sweet scent of my mate, and I quickly turned towards him. He ran toward me, hugging me tightly, and I found some comfort in his small arms.

"Where are you going?" he asked, breaking the hug.

"The canteen," I replied, but he suddenly pouted and showed me a cute lunch box. I smiled and turned to my friends.

"Sorry," I said with a cheeky grin, and they laughed as they walked away.

I turned back to my mate and gently grabbed his soft hands, rubbing them between my palms as we headed toward the garden.

Hael kept talking about how much love he had put into making lunch for me, and I listened to his sweet little voice, momentarily forgetting everything that had happened.

We sat on the grass, and he opened the lunchbox, showing me the heart-shaped sandwiches and smiley faces. I smiled.

"That's cute," I said softly.

"What?" he asked, frowning.

"I said you're cute, bub," I repeated, pulling one side of his cheek playfully. He pouted, then smiled.

With his hands, he gently picked up a sandwich and fed me. I gladly accepted the bite.

"That's tasty, bub."

He smiled and shook his hair proudly. "I knew it already," he said, making me chuckle.

After lunch, Hael grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the corner of the garden. I smiled at his every action, but before I realized it, I was pressed against a tree, and my little mate's lips were on mine. I quickly opened my mouth, returning the kiss with equal hunger.

Each time, he tasted sweeter than the last, making me crave him more. I thrust my tongue inside, swirling it around his wet one. He tugged at my collar, and I let go of his waist, unbuttoning the first two buttons, giving him the freedom to be creative.

Oh, how he loved leaving hickeys on me since we couldn't mark each other before marriage. He spent five long minutes nibbling at my skin while I sucked on his lips until they bled. We were hungry for each other.

Back in class, I kept adjusting my collar while my friends teased me about the marks. I was both proud and shy.

The last lecture was in progress when the teacher made an announcement that stopped my heart.

"Students, greet your new principal."

We all stood as he entered the room. There was a murmur of excitement-people were whispering about how hot and handsome he was-but I sat there, trying to disappear into the crowd.

I quickly lowered my head, hiding under the table. My friends frowned and called out to me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I was found. I hastily began buttoning my shirt, but before I could finish, I heard the sound of boots approaching.

Someone walked up to our bench. I turned toward the sound and knew I was in trouble. I quickly stood up, bowed my head, and muttered, "Sorry."

He hummed and walked away without looking back.

Class ended, and I was at the gate waiting for Hael so we could leave together when something pulled me. I looked around but saw no one. I kept getting dragged backward until I found myself in an unfamiliar room. The door locked behind me, and I smelled the pheromones.

The hair on my body stood on end. I didn't want to turn, but the power forced me to. He stood there, arms crossed, leaning against the white wall, his black coat flowing as if there were wind.

"I'm sorry," the words escaped my mouth, even though I didn't know what I had done wrong.

He smirked, his dead stare piercing through me. His eyes darkened, and cracks began to form on his skin. I tried to step back, but before I could...

I was slammed into the benches. Pain shot through me as I felt my bones crack. My head was pressed hard against the wooden bench, and I screamed in agony.

He picked me up again, tearing my shirt off in one swift motion. My vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, he was right there, staring at the hickeys. I felt a burning sensation as his hand touched them. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, his nails dug into my flesh, scratching until the skin peeled away. I screamed in pain, but he remained expressionless.

"How dare you let him touch you?" he growled, his voice dark and cracked, terrifying me to my core.

"H-he is m-my m-mate," I stammered, but before I could finish, he pushed me again. This time, his hands slammed my head against the wall. I saw the white wall turn red as blood trickled down.

"I AM YOUR MATE!" he roared, picking me up like a rag doll and throwing me over his shoulder.

I cried and screamed in pain as the burning wounds throbbed. He carried me through the back gate and shoved me into a black car.

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