Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 42

Lily's

POV

I had actually thought that the girls had left when I heard the sound of their shoes walking away but as i turned around to replace Zac by the door. I realized that they were still standing by the slightly ajar door, their demeanor completely different from the sneers that they had given me and the ringleader slid back into the bathroom, resting her hip against the door jamb and gave Zac a flirty smile that made me wonder why she was so confident. And then i remembered that she had absolutely no reason to have low self esteem like me who was not only born without a silver spoon but was also the most hated person in the entire Shadow cove community.

"Is there anything you need, Zac?" She asked and i realized that unlike Ren and Aiden where girls were always trying to move closer when they put on their charms, women tended to stay away from Zac and I understood why.

I've been in a similar situation with Ren where the girl had no qualms attempting to put her hands on him, stopped only by his withering glare.

With Zac, they didn't even try. It was like there was an angry, radioactive force field around him, telling everybody to back the f**k off. I noticed it at the club and I noticed it here too. And in a way, I understood why anyone would want to keep their distance. He was beautiful in the way swords were, sharp and lethal. Pretty in the way works of art in the museum were, cold and unreachable. To be admired from afar especially because he gave off a "dont come close" aura, his entire personality dark and mysterious. If Ren was the bright side of the moon, he was the dark side.

And where does that leave Aiden and Cade? My subconscious asked.

Aiden is practically a black hole. And Cade was the sun to me.

Thinking about Cade twisted my guts. I kicked my leg into motion, needing to escape, not wanting to be caught dead alone with Zac again, but that couldn't happen because these blockheads were blocking my part.

"I didnt say that i needed anything, did I?" His voice was a seductive purr, so different from the scathing tone he uses on me. He was wearing dark shades that stopped me from seeing his eyes but he looked intently at the girl like he was trying to even remember who she was and she took that as encouragement to take a step closer.

"Phoebe. The name is Phoebe." She said with a shy smile that would have made me scoff, if i was not struggling to keep my racing heart in check at Zac's presence.

His attention was already gone from her and he was practically skewering me with his intent gaze and furrowed eyebrows.

"Leave us." His tone was commanding now, the tone of someone who was used to always giving orders. The smile on Phoebe's face dropped and even though she glared at me, she stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, the sound reminding me that Zac and I were the only one left here.

He walked in and I swear all the air in the room decided to cease to exist.

The bathroom that I had always considered to be large and spacious suddenly felt a lot smaller with his presence practically filling the entire space with his larger than life aura, like the way it had in that bathroom at the club.

He turned to lock, locking us both in before looking back at me.

"Because we were interrupted the last time." He explained as if that would rid me of the anxiety that was threatening to drag me under at the mere thought that we were in the same space. As if the little piece of information was meant to calm me.

I could not just stand here and do nothing again like some lamb that was tied and about to be slaughtered, could I?

Shaking my head despite my fear, I summoned up the rage I felt for him and placed my hands on my hips, frowning, sure that he could hear my heart hammering in my chest regardless but needing to be able to show him that I was not some sitting duck that could be pushed around whenever and wherever.

"What do you want?" I asked, surprised that my voice had come out steady even though my hands on my hips were shaking.

Nothing. Radio silence was his response to my question.

He shoved a hand in his pocket and prowled towards me, slowly, tauntingly, the prowl of a predator.

I started moving back immediately, lost for words at the fact that he was not wearing a smirk or menacing smile but looked like he was not even sure of what he was doing. His intent gaze burning holes into my skull, his wrinkled eyebrows... He looked ...conflicted.

"Don't come any closer" I whispered, stretching out a hand to stop him but he was already in front of me and I was literally between a rock and a hard place.

His scent of blood orange and amberketal wrapped around him as he placed his forearm on the wall above me, his other hand coming to cradle my cheeks. It was almost soft. Almost gentle.

He gripped my chin, turning it this way and that, angling my face in practically every direction, his eyebrows wrinkled in concentration like he was studying every detail like he was going to be quizzed later on it.

His fingers touched my hair, threading through the strands, tugged gently. "You're nothing like her." He almost sounded miffed, disappointed, yet relieved.

I blinked, not sure what to say. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should be fighting for my life to get out of here. He was a bloodsucker after all by whatever cruel twist of fate, but yet, I found myself craving it. His bite. I longed for the bliss. The pleasure. "Are you going to bite me?" I asked, done with playing the waiting game.

Shock registered throughout the entire body and he stumbled back, letting go of me like he just got burned.

"No," he hissed, some of that hateful sneer coming back. "No. Don't ask me that."

He gripped his hair tight, shaking his head, "f**k, you've put this s**t into my head again."

I lookef at him confused. "Then why are you here?"

That made him stop. This time, he walked over to me and picked me up by my waist like I weighed nothing, setting me down on the countertop.

My back rested flush against the glass mirror and I gasped as his hands lingered under my thighs before he stepped in between my legs, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.

My heart started racing. My cheeks flushed. Is this a weird foreplay he's doing before he bites me? Why's he hot and cold with me? What's going on.

It was unnerving watching him watch me through those sunglasses and, feeling a little bit brave, I took it off without his permission.

Like I suspected, his eyes were a dark red colour, the colour of bloodlust and c*****e.

With eyes like this, he looked wild, feral, nothing like the suave and smooth Zac that everyone was used to.

"Your eyes."

"What about them?"

I swallowed. We were whispering like we were sharing a secret. Everything about this felt too intimate. Out of nowhere. On Saturday he had treated me like nothing more than wet rag, but right now he was so gentle, holding back, touching me... except this was some kind of prank.

Like Cade...

He was touching my hair again, a fisted knuckle trembling slightly traced my cheekbone. My eyes drew to his and my stomach coiled up at the hungry look in his eyes.

What are you thinking of, Zac? What's going on in that head of yours? Did I appear to him in his dreams or something?

"Zac-" I whispered, not sure why I was whispering.

"I want to bite you again." He blurted. "It's all I can think of right now. I'm barely holding myself back from jumping on you like an animal."

My eyes flared open at the blatant confession.

"Azrael wants nothing more than to feed off of you all his life. I was so close to draining all of your blood on Saturday night, Lily. You could have damned me further to hell. Do you even have any idea how f*****g addicting you are?"

He didn't give me a chance to answer, he was already ripping open my shirt.

"It's like you're my special brand of drugs. It's like if I don't have you, I'm going to die. Do you have any f*****g clue what you're doing to me, Lily? Does this make you happy?"

"I don't-" the words hung in my throat as he buried his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling like he could get high off my scent.

"f**k!" He hissed, "what are you doing to me?"

His entire body was trembling, like he was trying to hold himself back from doing something he'd regret. Like he was failing at keeping a tight leash on himself. "Just a taste," he whispered desperately, his lips grazing my skin.

The joy, the ecstasy, the feeling of being so high on top the world, even if it was for just a few seconds appealed to me.

I tilted my neck, granting him permission.

It was just like last time. No, even better than last time.

I let out a shaky moan as pleasure bubbled in my veins. His grip on me was tight, like he was hanging on to a lifeline. His fingers wove into my hair, tilting my head in the way he wanted as he fed from me, making wild, anguish sounds like an animal slurping up their favourite food. Consuming heat and electric warmth ran through my entire body, all my nerve endings were on high alert.

I couldn't get used to this even if I tried.

He stopped abruptly taking a few steps back, panting hard. "f**k," he cussed again, raking his habd through his hair, his chest rising up and down rapidly. "Y- you can't let me keep doing that."

"It's not as if I can fight back." I shrugged, earning a frustrated scowl from him.

He exhaled through his lips and walked back to me. "Stay still," he instructed.

I didn't even realize that he had been holding something until he dropped a plastic bag beside me. His hand moved to touch the collar of my shirt, eyes still locked with mine. I froze, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest but I dared not move, too stunned to even speak.

His eyes were back to their usual dark color.

Is it this way when he's back in control?

The silence in the bathroom was thick with tension as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt, hand moving across my collar bone to the side of my throat where the bite marks remained like a permanent tattoo and my eyes widened in shock when he opened the plastic bag to see him bring out cotton wool and spirit.

I could not even speak, too surprised just watching him clean up the marks after inspecting it and then proceeding to place a band aid on it. It was too unbelievable that he was being so gentle and soft right now.

As if it was not enough that he had cleaned up the wounds, he handed me the plastic bag and took a step back and besides myself with curiosity, I opened it to look inside and saw that they were other things inside the bag like chocolate bars and blood supplements.

"What?" I blurted out before I could stop myself because this entire thing confused me.

"I shouldn't have lost control on Saturday night... And now too, actually. I usually have Azrael under control-" he was saying hesitantly, stopping in his tracks when I jumped down from the sink edge, my eyes nearly falling from my sockets. Okay, this was definitely weird. Did something happen to him because this was not the Zac I knew.

"You're sorry?" I asked, incredulously.

"Don't act like that," he frowned, "I'm capable of giving a sincere apology. Besides, if the council replaces out, it's my a*s on the line."

My shock finally dissolved, replaced with a sarcastic smile.

Of course, so that's what this is about. He was here to manipulate me because he was trying to save face. He didn't really care. Why would he? For a moment I had almost fallen for it. Was I so love starved that I fell for scraps my bully would toss at me? Feeling incredibly foolish, I pushed him out of the way and rushed towards the door, yanking it open.

"My best friend is still hurt because of you. Sorry to break it to you, Zachary, but a simple sorry isn't going to fix your problems."

I had no intentions of making this easy for him. He had been mean to me, kicking me down when I was already in a bad state of mind. He had a choice to be mean and to not be and he had chosen to be mean instead. Now he had to de with the consequences.

I should feel like a hypocrite, especially for letting him touch me and even feed on me again, but I didn't. I had allowed it. It happened on my own terms and I don't remember the last time I ever had anything happen on my terms, with my full consent. It felt nice and as mad as I still was at him, I could see myself easing up on him in the future.

I had no idea what the hell made him change towards me, but I was going to milk this out as much as I can.

Without waiting for a response, I turned and left, taking the bag with me because it's Chocolate! I can't say no to chocolate.

Heading back to class, I was relieved that he did not follow me but even though he had not, I could not stop wondering what would happen if I told people who he was. And what was that between us in the bathroom? Why had I even allowed him to put hands on me?

And oh god, Bia! I couldn't believe that I had let the very guy that hurt her put his hands on me.

Pulling out my phone, I added a fresh string of texts to my previous ones, hoping to miraculously get a reply.

"Miss Beauregard." I heard a voice, shocking me out of my reverie and when I looked towards the board, I saw our teacher looking at me with his brows raised.

"Sir?"

"What was the last thing I said?"

All eyes were on me and I opened my mouth to speak, nothing coming out because I had not been listening.

"Well, you can take your daydreaming out of my class if that is why you are here."

"More like hallucination. Delusional girl." Someone whispered and the rest of the class laughed, spending the rest of the period making jokes about me that made me want the ground to open and swallow me.

As I dragged myself back to my locker at the end of the day, I knew that this was probably only the beginning of the bad things that I had to expect and could not wait to go home, even though home didn't even feel like home anymore.

I was about to stuff my books into the locker when a note dropped to the ground as I opened the door. Picking it up curiously, I froze in surprise when I read the contents.

It was from Ren and he wanted to meet. At the drawing room.