Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 37

LILY'S POV

I must have wronged a ton of people in my past life because that was the only explanation for why I was always going through one bad turn after another. Will I ever catch a break? Not likely.

The minute Zac entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, it felt like the entire oxygen in the small space had been sucked out by his presence and I found myself struggling to not pass out from fear as I moved away from him, well as far away as this tiny cubicled space would allow.

Remember when I said Zac's face was handsome and held a ton of mystery when they were not looking at someone with a sneer, well, that handsome part of Zac, I was sure that I would never experience except he was unaware because right now as he stared down at me silently, towering over my height that seemed ridiculous close to his, his face had moved from passively stoic to a cruel delight that made him look like an actual villain that had walked out of a horror show to terrorize everyone else.

Glancing at the door to see if there was even enough space for me to try and slip out of here, I looked back at him to see his eyebrows raised in wicked amusement.

"You can try to run if you want, Lily. Be my guest."

I swallowed and stepped back as he walked closer and closer into my personal space. I should probably start carrying a knife around. Fat lot of good it would do for me in this situation.

"Speaking of which, who let you in here? What are you doing here and how did you get in?"

I found myself already opening my mouth to reply but then I stopped, debating why I should respond when there was no reason why I should answer him or indulge him in his stupidity, especially because the only reason I would be doing it was because I was terrified of what he was going to do to me.

Taking a deep breath, I said in a relatively clear voice. "Please open the door and let me go." I answered and the smirk on his face fell as he looked at me like he had misheard what I said, raising his eyebrows at me in surprise. "Did you just say that?"

"Yes?"

"Answer my question and maybe I'll consider it."

I clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

"You have some nerve to refuse me, Lily. Should be easy and straightforward enough. You indulge me, and I consider letting you go."

Spoken like the devil himself. Half truths and empty promises.

"Except you have something to hide." He was coming closer and closer, the sweet scent of blood orange and amberketal enveloping the spaces between us. "Why are you quiet, Lily?" He goaded. "Is it because you came here to spy on us? or is it because you came here with a rich old man as his slut?"

"I didn't!" I gritted out, acidly.

"So tell me how someone like you was able to get in. They don't let garbage around this place so please explain. I'm listening."

His words felt like a bucket of cold water had been splashed all over me and all I could think about was how he c****d his head to the side, expectant and waiting for an answer after calling me a prostitute that slept with old men and a riff raff. Maybe if I didn't answer him, he would go away. I mean, that was what happened with bullies right? They were going to tire out eventually.

I bit my lip, stopping myself from giving him the satisf action of clearing my name.

"Since you are not going to answer me, here is what I think happened. You heard that we were going to be here and since you want to be accepted so bad by students of a school that you are too poor to afford, you decided to replace a way in. Now, if you did not sneak past the guards to get into the party, the only other option is that you are spreading those legs of yours for one of those men upstairs with their stiff necked tops and pot bellies. Tell me, how many times did you have to get him to o****m for him to bring you to such a fine establishment like this?"

My mouth dropped.

Okay, I could not take this anymore.

"You're just a slut doing what sluts do best-"

"I came with a friend!" I snapped, my eyes widening immediately and I swallowed a deep breath. This was what he wanted. He was trying to rile me up. He was trying to make me mad and enjoy my reaction and the last thing that I needed to do was allow him to win. So I was going to restrain my emotions and talk to him as cordially as possible. Hopefully that would scare him away.

"I came here with a friend, whose friend is celebrating her birthday here tonight. All of those theories that you have just concocted are nothing but far fetched lies."

He took one step forward and I pressed my back into the wall as he raised his eyebrows at me in surprise.

"Oh, really? Is that the lie that you told yourself? Because I don't believe a word that just came out of your mouth. You are not even privileged to be standing in this bathroom right now."

"I'm not-"

"It is impossible for anyone to get in here without a customized invite and someone like you would never get an invite like that, you know why?" He drawled, chasm black eyes sucking what was left of my soul. "Because you have no friends, Lily, except the imaginary ones in that stupid head of yours that you have created out of sheer loneliness, maybe. You don't have any friends because everyone hates you, nobody wants you and you are a f*****g nobody." "That... that's not true." I fired back even though my hands were beginning to shake in anger and my eyes were welled up with tears.

"You're wrong. I have a friend and she is nothing like you or your friends. She is nothing like how you people pretend at Shadow cove academy. She is sweet and nice and kind and most importantly, she does not go to our school where even the rotten can get in as long as they pay a huge amount of money."

His smile turned malicious and he smirked.

"A friend, huh? Well, I'm sure she's a slut like you. A slut and a slut for friends. How poetic, don't you think so?"

I gritted my teeth, stopping myself from tearing up.

"So, your slut friend brought you in, isn't it? Did she give you that hideous dress too? She must not be a good friend because you look ridiculous in your outfit and makeup."

I inched back into the wall but he only drew even closer, stealing what was left of my oxygen.

He leaned in to whisper into my ear. "I bet that when you suck your sponsor's d**k, he has to close his eyes to avoid looking at your ugly face. I bet for a few dollars, I could get you to drop to your knees for me too. Filth like you won't cost much." He sneered and those were the words that finally broke the restraint that I was barely keeping a lid on.

Angry tears stained my cheeks and a guttural scream left my throat as I raised my hand to slap him. My palm never made contact though, because he caught my wrist, his smirk turning into a growl as he glared at me, wrapping his fist around my wrist. I winced when his grip tightened to the point that he was almost crushing my bones.

"The first and only mistake you should ever make around me," he snarled, "is to try and touch me, you stupid brat. Scum like you are not even worthy of licking the sand that is beneath my shoes or even breathing the same air that I do, talk less of touching me."

I cried out as he pulled me to him, his grip tightening on the wrist of my injured hand again and I felt the pain that had subsided resurface, my eyes widening to see that the wound had reopened, rivulets of blood beginning to drop from my palm to the ground. I looked up at him to beg him to release me so that I could try to stop the bleeding but I froze when I saw that he was no longer even paying attention to me, but to my palm, to the blood that trickled down my palm and to the ground.

There was a strange look on his face and when he finally looked at me, I felt a bad feeling wash over me because something bad was going to happen.