Due to the heavy rain and storms over the past few days, they hadn’t been able to distribute the bands earlier. Many students were falling sick, and some of the wolves seemed to be affected in strange ways.
“Class is dismissed,” Emmet said, finally raising his head and shutting the book he had forgotten to close earlier.
He was so weirdly attractive. Everything he did seemed to draw everyone’s attention. I’d noticed Salem eyeing him a lot, too.
“And Helanie, come here for your band,” Emmet said, resting his elbows on the podium, tilting his head, and narrowing his eyes at me.
My body reacted strangely around him, and I didn’t like it. I respected him, and the idea of thirsting over him-when he was my professor, stepbrother, and I was pregnant-felt entirely wrong.
But he was my mate.
And so was Kaye.
I nodded and grabbed my bag, walking toward him. The classroom began to empty as I stood there, waiting for him to hand me my band. However, he seemed to be taking his time, rummaging through his bag to retrieve it.
Why was my band in his personal belongings?
Once the classroom was empty, he finally turned to me.
“What kept you occupied today? Don’t tell me I bored you,” he asked, his tone laced with playful flirtation.
“No, you never do. We like your teaching style a lot,” I replied shyly, my fingers fidgeting nervously as I tried to meet his gaze.
“I’m not asking about ‘we.’ I’m asking about you,” he said, folding his arms over the podium and leaning closer to me. His question felt deliberate, as if he already knew the answer.
“I like your teaching style,” I repeated, extending my hand toward him.
He brought out my band and held it in his hands, sighing at it, “I want the star to change once you get your wolf.”
“I don’t think me finding a wolf would make much difference,” I said with a little laugh, mocking myself. The girl who couldn’t get a wolf would certainly never receive one with a higher status. If anything, I’d end up with a weak Omega wolf.
“You never know. In fact, do you know about Soren Vaughn?” he asked, his tone casual, but the name left me dumbfounded. I began to wonder if this was a test of my knowledge or just a regular mention somehow related to my situation.
“You can answer without overthinking,” he added, a sweet smile forming on his lips as he spoke to me.
“Who is Soren Vaughn?” I inquired. “Is it someone mentioned in the books?” I tried to recall if I’d ever come across that name in our reading material.
“Not really,” he replied. “But there’s a book written about him. It didn’t make many sales because it was banned in most packs. But that’s beside the point. Soren was a man who didn’t have a wolf, and everyone assumed that if he ever got one, it would be a weak Omega wolf.”
He paused, his gaze steady as he waited for my reaction. Every time someone without a wolf was mentioned, I couldn’t help but be all ears.
“And did he?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Emmet leaned forward, resting his arms on the podium, and shook his head.
Helanie:
His answer broke my hopes. I thought it was going to be a motivational story but it turned out to be worse of a kind. However, before I could feel disheartened, he added, “He received the most powerful wolf-and it made him immortal.”
My heart sank at the thought of how incredibly lucky Soren Vaughn must have been.
“Immortal? How is that possible?” I asked, lost in thought but deeply impressed by this man’s luck.
“Everything is possible in our world, Helanie. There are creatures different from us. And he was better than most,” Emmet replied. The past tense he used made me question the so-called immortality Soren Vaughn had received.
“He’s no longer alive?” I raised an eyebrow.
Emmet let out such an adorable laugh that I felt my cheeks flush with warmth.
“He couldn’t age-he stayed young and was seen by so many people over the years. But eventually, he disappeared. Immortality doesn’t mean someone can’t be killed by a specific weapon or in a certain way. I mean, if you behead someone or take their heart out, they’re going to die,” he said so casually it was as if he’d witnessed it firsthand. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had done extensive research on Soren Vaughn.
“So someone killed him?” I asked, leaning in slightly.
“I like how you ask questions, Helanie. It shows how attentively you’re listening,” Emmet remarked with a soft smile before continuing. “As for your question, since no one has seen him in years, it’s assumed he was either killed or ended his own life. Who would want to live for over 100 years, only to watch their loved ones grow old and die, right?”
He spoke with such understanding that I couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
He was right. Poor Soren-he was given a gift he couldn’t fully cherish.
“So, Helanie, there’s a chance you might get lucky too. You just need to stay positive about it,” Emmet said, his words filled with genuine encouragement.
“Thank you for believing in me,” I said with a warm smile, giving him a small bow of respect.
He wrapped the band around my wrist, the yellow star glinting on it. His fingers brushed against my skin, and he suddenly frowned.
“You have a fever, Helanie,” he said, his voice shifting to a more serious, almost aggressive tone. “May I?”
The change in his demeanor was striking.
I nodded, and he placed his hand on my forehead, shaking his head in disbelief.
“That’s why you were so distracted. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he asked, looking exasperated.
“I didn’t know I wasn’t feeling well,” I replied honestly. I genuinely hadn’t realized-I thought it was just because of my pregnancy.
“Come to my office with me. I’ll give you some medicine, and I also want to speak with you about the class monitor position,” he said, gathering his things.
I was shocked by his words. “You mean to say you want my advice on who should be the class monitor?” I guessed, though he didn’t stop to clarify and instead continued leading me toward his office.
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