Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ariella's POV

My hand crept to my head to massage it as I groaned in pain. My whole body felt like it had been run through a grinder and I was throbbing all over. I felt queasy and every movement I made made me feel like throwing up.

Why did I feel like this?

Slowly, I pried my eyes open, ignoring the dry and uncomfortable feeling in my eyes. I blinked continuously trying to get a bearing of my surroundings as my head pounded crazily.

Alarm bells rang in my head when I noted that I was in an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed.

Fuck!

I shot up but almost immediately regretted it when my vision blurred and my head spun.

Clutching my head, I tried my best to center and ground myself. It took a while, but soon, the nausea toned down, at least enough that I didn't feel like throwing up with every action.

I looked around and this time around, I made sure to do it slowly.

My brow furrowed as I took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

This room. No. It was more like someone's living quarters as there was a conjoining living room and dining space further down. Yes.

This living quarters, although small was quite luxurious, a far cry from the normal student dormitory at the academy.

Probably a teacher's quarters because I could recognize the insignia painted boldly on the walls anywhere ad it was the academy's crest but… whose quarters was this? Also why the hell was I here?

I frowned as I tried to recall how I ended up here but no matter how much I tried, it was like there was a foggy haze clouding my mind.

The last I remembered was going to sleep on the night before my twenty first birthday.

My head hurt even more with every attempt to remember so I just decided to stop.

Still, I don't want to remain here. Something was telling me to leave and run as far as I could.

I took a deep and shaky breath and then clumsily and weakly swept the blanket off me before I pushed myself to my feet.

It was an arduous task but I was soon waddling across the room and towards the door. After what felt like a millenia, I finally reached the door I desperately hoped would lead me out of here.

I twisted the door knob, relieved to see that it wasn't locked from the outside - The thought of being locked here by a psychotic teacher or something had crossed my mind and I was happy that it wasn't so - I think.

I shifted backwards and then pulled the door open only to freeze in my tracks.

My heart stuttered until a stop before it began to beat erratically in my chest. It was like at any moment, it would jump out of my ribcage. My eyes widened as I took in the person standing before me.

A brunette man - probably an Alpha from the fierce aura he was emiting - with piercing violet eyes and a face that could cause packs to fall as it screamed of an exotic and riugish handsomeness, was standing right on the other side of the door, staring at me with a cold expression save for the subtle arc of his brow.

The intensity of those eyes of his made me shiver as it seemed to see through my very soul.

That was not what got my heart to beat so violently.

What did was the fact that the moment I locked my eyes on his, a feeling I have never felt in all the twenty one years of my life bubbled from deep within me.

A feeling I had only read about in books or heard my fellow students talking about.

An indescribable feeling that pulled me, body and soul, in the direction of this handsome stranger. A feeling that made me want to possess and own every being of this man.

A feeling that made a voice deep in me, a voice I had never heard before, scream one word.

Mine.

This feeling could only be one thing.

This man standing before me was undoubtedly my mate.

I let out a small gasp of realization as my hand crept to my chest in a bid to calm my crazy heart that didn't seem to want to stop beating.

Wait! Mate? Mate bond? How was that possible? I didn't have a wolf.

My eyes kept widening further as the thoughts ran rampant in my head.

I dug into my body but still, I didn't feel any foreign bodies, recognized to be one's wolf inside me.

What does this mean? How.. what??

“If you're done gawking at me girl, would you step aside? I can't keep standing in the doorway of my own room like a dunce” a husky and deep baritone rang out snapping me of my thoughts and I hiccuped in fright when I noted that it was the stranger who had spoken.

He didn't look the least bit amused as he was staring blankly at me.

“Umm. I.. no… sorry.” I stumbled over my words both mesmerized and flustered by him.

He raise a brow. “Move.”

This time, I didn't even wait before I stumbled backwards to make way for him. There was something about the way he said that word that made me want to do everything he asked of me. It was like… I don't know how to describe it but it felt like my body moved before my mind did.

I shivered and shook my head to clear the haze from my mind.

I turned only to see that he had gone to his kitchen counter and was fiddling with some plates there.

I bit my lip, staring at his broad and firm back awkwardly.

I didn't know what to do and I felt hesitant to ask him why I was here and what happened to me. I also wanted to ask if he also felt the bond between us. I had so much to ask him

Fuck. I'll just have to ask him one way or the other.

But how? You're mute remember?

Seeing that he was still too busy to care about me, my eyes darted left and right and then it landed on a notepad at his bedside table.

That's it. I'll write what I want to say.

I shuffled slowly towards the bedroom area and all through, I kept sneaking wary glances at him but all through, he didn't turn nor did he pay attention to me.

Something that both made me relieved and aggrieved for some reason.

Whatever.

Finally, I made it to the bedside drawer and then I bent to pick the notepad but the moment I tried to rise back up, I froze, my eyes widening yet again as I caught sight of something that made me question everything.

In the mirror a few feet from me, my reflection was staring back at me.

It was my reflection. No. It couldn't be. What? Why the hell did I suddenly have silver hair?

I stared in disbelief at myself for a long while and then slowly, I raised a trembling hand to my hair just to confirm.

The moment I touched my hair, it felt like a zap of electricity flowed through me and I gasped and removed my hand in a panic.

It was too late though as a sharp pain pierced through my head. The haze I felt on my mind when I woke up, totally d

isappeared and then came a flood of memories.

Everything that I forgot came back to me.

And I wished it hadn't.