Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 79

Rebecca

My life sucks, and I'm not afraid of admitting it. If the moon goddess wanted to make me suffer, I must say congratulations, for she has succeeded.

I walk down the corridor leading outside with a black eye and a few bruises. My mate abuses me when I speak back to him, and I'm screwed because my mouth lacks a filter these days. I told Davis I wished for him to rot, and that didn't go well. I'm surprised I can even walk after all the punches I took.

Every part of my body hurts. Why am I so complicated? Why can't I just give in and pretend to be nice to my mate, so I don't get injured?

I know the answer: my pride is what gets in my way.

I sigh.

Davis is a haughty good-for-nothing lycan alpha. He doesn't respect me, and I hate how I can't escape him.

I tried. I really did.

My power to time-travel activated, and I was gone for two months. I have no memory of where I went, but my heart tells me I was at peace there. I had a good time, but now I'm back in hell. I'm the future wife and luna of alpha Davis, the lycan alpha. We live in Black Howl City, and I attend Glanarth University.

I'm a nobody, while Davis is on the wrestling team with the rest of his lycan pack members. I honestly feel bad for any human who thinks they stand a chance against them.

With my head in the clouds, I walk past the soccer field.

I will study in peace and quiet by the bleachers since I'm behind in every subject due to being away from home for two months.

It's annoying to not be at the top of my game, but at the same time, I'm grateful to have a reason to be away from Davis.

I speed up my pace when I notice the soccer team is practicing.

My eyes set on the bleachers, and I smile-only to be hit in the head by a football. Hard. I go down in an instant, and I'm a lycan; whoever kicked that ball is a f*****g monster. "s**t!"

"Is she dead?!"

"No, I think she is fine!"

"I will check on her!"

With shaking arms, I push myself up from the ground with slight dizziness settling over my head.

Damn, that was a hard fall.

My face is muddy, and my clothes have seen better days. I kissed the dirt on the way down. I even spit out a rock before there is a huge shadow looming over me. "Are you okay?"

Funny. The guy doesn't sound sorry or worried at all. And where the heck is the apology for kicking that ball in my head?

I grimace. "Barely."

"Can you stand?"

I want to snap at him and say, "Of course, I can stand, but you almost bloody murdered me!" but I keep it inside.

Make peace, not war. Besides, this person... He smells weird. Is he hiding his scent, or is he a human? It must be the latter, so I shouldn't get too angry with him.

I don't want to hurt a human, but had he been a werewolf or a vampire, I definitely would have lashed out.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay, I'm going to leave you to it then."

What?

He isn't even going to offer me his hand?!

I lift my eyes and freeze, momentarily stunned by the man crouching next to me. Because, holy moon goddess, no one has the right to be this hot and this much of an a*****e.

The guy is definitely the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. And it's strange because his features aren't perfect. He has odd-colored eyes, one blue and one red, yet it only adds to his beauty.

I stare at him, absorbing his sharp jaw and chiseled cheekbones. His lips are lush and pouty, and his eyebrows are thick.

There isn't a fault on his face. Even his skin appears flawless, aside from his peppered beard and mustache. And on top of the cherry, I notice tattoos covering his arms and the backside of his hands. Holy s**t, why are bad, arrogant guys always so hot?

"It's rude to stare," the man says with his lips compressed in irritation. He is scowling, probably because I'm gaping like a speared fish. "Now, I'm going to leave you alone to-"

He pauses and blinks repeatedly.

My heart picks up speed. I'm not used to being around guys other than Davis, especially those who are attractive.

And did I mention intense? Because this man frightens me.

I'm not sure why, but he leans forward and stares at me for a few excruciating seconds. His thick, dark brows draw together, a storm brewing on his face.

I gulp because his expression isn't one of kindness.

I have to get away from him. My heart is acting weird, and I'm pretty sure I'm f*****g blushing.

I push myself up. "I'm wonderful," I brush some dirt from my jeans and offer the strange guy a fake smile. "You can go back to playing on the field with your friends."

Hot guy stands up too, up and up-holy s**t, he is tall. I hold my breath when he towers above me, mostly because I'm once more hit full force by his male beauty. Was he sculpted by angels?

Probably.

"What is your name?" he snaps, those odd eyes narrowing into slits as he rakes me up and down.

Wait.

Are you serious?

I go from admiring this guy to hating this guy.

I tried to sound friendly and forgive him for kicking a f*****g football in my head, and now he is demanding my name as if I'm in the wrong? What is he going to do? Report me when he is the one who injured me? I know I walked too close to the field, but really????!!! I glare up at the guy, crossing my arms over my chest.

The hot bastard is enormous, so I don't feel intimidating. I think I even see his lip slightly curl by the corner as if he thinks I'm funny for challenging him, yet I won't back down.

"Look, you're the one who kicked that football into my face. I'm hurting. And you're in the wrong here, and therefore, I won't give you my name."

Amusement crosses over his features. "Not even if I ask nicely?"

What. The. Hell.

Is he making fun of me?!

He is examining me with f**k-me-eyes, and his smile tells me he is used to getting exactly what he wants-what a flipping douchebag. I hate myself for replaceing him attractive! "No, I'm not giving you my name."

He tilts his head. "How about your number then?"

I gape at him, unable to process the audacity of this swine. First, he treats me like I'm nothing, and now he is flirting? No. Wait. He is hiding a smile-he is playing with me! Ugh, I hate this type, the blinding a*****e one.

"You're not getting my number either," I pick up my bag from the ground, hoping my laptop isn't broken. "Goodbye, a*****e."

I spin on my heel, ready to leave the enormous football player alone but stopping briefly when he talks.

"My name is William Howler-does that name ring any bell?"

For some odd reason, goosebumps prickle over my arms, yet I don't recognize his name.

I frown. "I've never heard that name in my entire life, and your flirting techniques suck. I bet you're still a virgin. No sane woman would ever fall for your sad flirting attempts."

There is deep laughter from behind me. "I'm not a virgin. Far from it, actually. Women usually beg me to kiss them and take them home. Not that it matters. I don't do relationships."

"Why are you telling me this?" I glance over my shoulder, unable to not ogle his firm, muscular biceps. Gosh, something is wrong with my head for checking him out. "Bragging won't make me change my mind. I'm not giving you my number or my name." "That's truly a shame," he says, smirking. "I think you and I could get along pretty well together."

"Get along?!" I snort. "You tried to murder me with your football, and you didn't even apologize! We would never get along!"

It seems me yelling at him amuses him. He laughs at me, and it cracks up his entire face.

The i***t is pretty; I resent myself for my racing heart.

"Well, you know where to replace me if you change your mind."

"Oh, I do know where to replace you-at the midnight bastard club or the mental hospital. Both of them were made for your kind."

He cracks up again. "You really are a firecracker, aren't you?"

"You deserve it for not apologizing!"

"Right," he turns around with the football pressed to his chest. "You take care of yourself, Rebecca, and if you change your mind, you can come and replace me. I'm usually on the field." My heart stops.

HOW. DOES. WILLIAM. KNOW. MY. NAME?!

People like me and football players don't exactly mingle. I'm the studying librarian kind, and I know William's type-they don't memorize the name of people like me!

My heart thumps, and I hurry away from the field like a frightened animal. Something weird is going on here!