Part Three- Chapter 52

"Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail."

-Jasper Fforde, Lost in a Good Book.

AT EMPEROR PACK...

There was no teacher in the classroom and the noise the students were making was audible to downstairs.

Sister Cecilia, sighed and shot an apologetic smile at the substitute teacher, who smiled back. She sighed in relief. The new teacher didn't really seem friendly to her but the school desperately needed a teacher and he could do fine, just for the moment. Mrs. Winstone, the class teacher, had called her yesterday and had stated that she couldn't make it this week as her father had passed away.

Two days later, the school finally found a sub!

The girls were chatting, giggling while the boys were throwing paper planes and chasing each other.

One little boy collided against Sister Cecilia and she narrowed her eyes at him. His eyes widened when he saw her and he quickly rushed to his seat.

Sister Cecilia entered the classroom, while the substitute teacher stood beside the door.

The class turned silent all of a sudden as the students sat in their respective seats and watched their head mistress with anxious eyes. They have been bad, they knew it but they didn't want to be punished for it!

"Good morning students"

"Good morning Sister" the children chorused gaily.

"As you all know Mrs. Winstone has gone to her native place and is unable to take your classes, a new teacher has come and he will be taking your classes for the next few days" Sister Cecilia said cheerfully.

The students groaned in complain and Sister Cecilia frowned at them.

"Just this week and next week, Mrs. Winstone will be back" she said and the students groaned louder. Sister Cecilia rolled her eyes, well-aware that these were not exactly good news for students.

Shaking her head she turned to look at the substitute teacher who smiled at her.

"Alright class let me introduce to you, your new teacher" she said and the substitute teacher entered the class.

The class turned pin-drop silent as the students watched their tall, muscular teacher with fretful eyes.

"Hello children" the teacher said wryly but none of them dared to reply.

"My name is Konrad King and I am going to be your teacher for the next three days" he said with a grin and all the children, either lowered their heads or looked away, without bothering to reply him.

"Yes, and I want every one of you to make him feel welcomed and not cause any trouble to him" Sister Cecilia said looking at a group of rowdy boys. "Understood boys?" she demanded.

"We do not cause any trouble" the leader replied offended and Sister Cecelia shook her head. There was no one who had won and argument against this little boy. Cute though he might be, but he was too clever for his age!

"What's your name boy?" Konrad demanded looking at the naughty little boy.

Dark blonde lashes rose to reveal a pair of smoky grey eyes, which met Konrad's mint green eyes without flinching.

"Lorcan. Lorcan Rhoades" the boy replied smugly and Konrad gritted his teeth. This particular son of a bitch, may barely be five, but had all the arrogance of an Alpha.

"Well Lorcan Rhoades—" Konrad began and took a step forward, "—when someone troubles me, I make sure they get out of my way!" Konrad smirked as his eyes turned pitch black.

When Sister Cecilia, an adult shivered from that threat, what match was an innocent little boy like Lorcan?

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DARYA P.O.V

A slamming sound woke me up and opening my eyes, I stared at the empty pillow next to me. Sighing, I fell on my back and stared at the ceiling.

I felt rested for the first time in two weeks. After I came to know Konrad is alive and about Wesley's betrayal plus the very sure truth that our future was unsafe, I couldn't sleep. But last night, all the tiredness loomed over me and I gave into it! Fell asleep immediately after dinner and woke up now to once again have the worry gnaw me.

Even though it's been two weeks, I still couldn't get over the fact that Konrad was alive and because of my stupidity, there is two of him now.

Ugh!

Why did I give into my impulse and attack him that way? Konrad is going to turn nastier this time and I know he would be on a killing spree this time. I shivered at that thought and closed my eyes while my wolf whined. I didn't know when and where he is going to start, but I did know that once he does, he is not going to stop.

Konrad is planning. He would be a fool, not to, but I didn't know anything. Vincent can find out but even though his gift is to see future, he never really accepted it and never really utilized it. Hence he cannot actually see distant future. He is trying to concentrate everyday though to improve and hone in his extraordinary skills.

I was praying certain miracle to happen and for Vincent to tell me what the near future held for me and everyone I loved.

Scratching my head, I got off the bed and walked towards our washroom.

While I was brushing my teeth, my eyes drifted towards the reflection of the frosted glass door of the bathroom, where blur figure of Quillon's spectacular frame was visible. A satisfactory smile crept on my face when I realized that he was all mine. But then, the smile got wiped off when I recalled how Konrad had stood behind me in the college washroom that day.

Shaking my head, I gargled and was drying my hair when my eyes once again flickered to the bathroom door. My wolf purred inside me as I took a deep breath and refused to exhale.

I wanted him.

With so much going on around him, my wolf just wanted to be with him because he made me happy and he made me forget everything that was bad.

Smiling, I let out a breath and slid open the bathroom door before I lose my short-earned bravery.

Quillon looked over his shoulders first and then turned to face me. He was a spectacular vision who could give the best male models, a good run for their money.

I didn't have to tell him anything, my eyes said it all and in a flash, my back was pressed against the marble wall of the shower. I gasped in pure ecstasy as Quillon pulled me closer to his body, so that I could feel him, all of him. The flimsy night dress I wore got sodden by the water, revealing everything underneath.

Quillon's eyes darkened and I parted my mouth on cue, when he lowered his head to kiss me.

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I was in the farm, quietly making the pot-pourri. Nancy, used to always help me in making them but now...

I gulped as I recalled her funeral. Watching her parents and brothers cry made hurt me more than I liked to admit. The police had closed the case claiming it to be a suicide but Nancy's family refused to believe it.

It was murder, they claimed and they were right, but even then I couldn't reveal the truth to them because my whole kind will be in risk of exposure if I do so. The only way I could provide justice to Nancy is by killing the one who killed her.

My wolf growled in agreement at that thought.

While I was about to throw the waste to the dustbin, my cell-phone rang. My eyes widened when I noticed the caller was Vincent. Quickly, removing my gloves, I answered the call.

"Darya" Vincent called gravely from the other side and my back turned ram rod straight. The tone in his voice alerted my wolf and she stood up and growled loudly. It was the same tone he had used a month ago when Cable had planned to attack Q.

"Konrad is going to kidnap Lorcan"

I staggered back a step in shock and inhaled sharply. Oh God! No. Please no!

However, my wolf growled furiously and my claws were out but I pushed her back. This was not the time to give into impulse.