HUNTED-Chapter 395: Dark & Dangerous

Keira couldn’t look away from his two-coloured eyes, nor the light scar sliced through his icy blue eye. Somehow, the scar didn’t take away from his looks. It made him hotter.

With a strong bone structure, set jaw, straight nose and a little bit of stubble already growing along his jaw and cheekbones, and that dishevelled black hair brushing along his forehead, short around the sides and long on top, Keira was surprised girls weren’t fanning their heated faces and swooning.

She could see a few out of her peripheral that glanced in his direction but looked away swiftly. So, the menacing aura radiating from him caused many not to dare look in his direction.

The guy didn’t even wear his blazer; the white shirt sleeves were rolled up, and two buttons were undone on his shirt, revealing more of his tanned chest, muscles almost bursting against a shirt that seemed perhaps purposely too small on him. He didn’t bother wearing a tie.

He was all muscles, tattoos, a few ear piercings, scars and the typical ’bad boy’ look that would lure girls into his clutches. He was every father’s worst nightmare. That thought alone forced Keira’s ovaries to calm the F down.

"Problem, Princess?" His voice was more growl than words, and her insides decided to almost melt because of it.

Get a grip, woman.

"Keira, Rhea, is there an issue? Or can I continue with my lesson?" Miss Sharp asked from the front of the classroom.

"Not at all," Keira began, but Rhea didn’t plan on parting from her bestie.

"Hey," Rhea leaned forward, placing her hand on the table and smiling with a mischievous glint in her eyes at one of the new guys sitting at the girls’ usual table. "What’s your name, stud?" She purred in that voice that made any man practically worship at her friend’s feet.

It worked like a charm.

"Drew," the new student replied, his voice a little husky. He had some yellow bruising along his right jaw, and his mousy brown-blonde hair was cut short.

Keira didn’t expect any less than Rhea’s effects to work.

"Drew," She breathed. "Do you mind sitting in the back row? My friend and I really want to sit together."

Keira forced herself to look away from ’dark and dangerous’ still watching her with some twisted smirk and fierce gaze. His eyebrow arched at Rhea’s charms. Damn, Keira always wanted to be able to do that!

Drew’s eyes bugged out, staring at Rhea’s chest before gulping loudly and nodding, scrambling to grab the school’s tablet and moving to the last seat on the table next to the new guy who continued only to watch Keira.

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Once they sat down, Keira was directly in front of dark and dangerous next to the window where Drew had been sitting. She swore she heard a scoff. She glanced behind her and immediately looked forward after catching his intimidating stare.

Dammit! I am a Cross! A Cross doesn’t get intimidated by large, muscular, hot men!

Keira kept looking forward, trying and failing to take anything in from the teacher’s lecture. She doodled on her tablet while looking at the board. It was hard to pay attention to the teacher when she was overly aware of this guy’s presence.

The hairs on the back of Keira’s neck raised when their eyes clashed, and goosebumps flurried across her arms whenever she felt his gaze roaming her back. It was almost like he was checking her out, but that wasn’t possible, with the anger radiating from him and the low growls and glares shooting in her direction.

’U ok?’ Rhea drew out on her tablet with the pen, moving it slightly so Keira could see.

She nodded stiffly, wondering if she should ask this hot hunk what the F his problem was.

The teacher finished going through her lecture, and the students were left with the tasks she assigned them. Keira tried to focus, allowing her dark locks to curtain around her features as two holes were burning into her back.

"What is your problem?!" Rhea turned around abruptly, her voice a shouted whisper.

Students were allowed to talk in hushed tones but only about the work. The academy was a prestigious institute, and those who went were all academically smart or high-level sports performers. So it was uncommon, especially in Keira’s class, where one would disrupt it.

"Excuse me?"

Keira turned around. It wasn’t his voice that answered.

"Not you," Rhea hissed at the guy Keira hadn’t paid attention to the moment she’d locked eyes with the man whose body could barely fit on the chair. They were meant to be suitable for everyone, but obviously not all.

"You’ve been glaring at us. That’s not exactly a good start, newbie," Rhea scoffed, looking the guy up and down. Unlike Keira, his looks didn’t seem to register with her. In fact, it was like a shield surrounded Rhea, and he bounced right off her.

This guy, whose name they still hadn’t learnt, didn’t even acknowledge Rhea’s words or even her existence. His eyes were only set on Keira.

She met those mismatched eyes, unable to read what he was thinking. She wouldn’t let him intimidate her. She wouldn’t.

I am a Cross.

I am a Cross.

I am a Cross.

It was a mantra, one Keira didn’t particularly like, but it always reminded her of her place and how to act. Although she wanted to know what his problem was, it didn’t matter right now. Others were starting to look over.

Keira cut off her eye contact with his piercing eyes and turned back around. "Rhea," she said quietly, fully collected. "We are meant to be doing our work."

He chuckled. The deep timber of his voice caused Keira to subtly straighten as her skin pebbled once more. What was wrong with her?

"Am I so beneath you that you won’t acknowledge me?" His rich voice was right behind her ear; the closeness made her jump and look at him wide-eyed.

He smirked and flopped back in his chair, his weight making it crack a little. "You know, Princess," he continued in that baritone voice that was beginning to pee her off, both from the cockiness of it and how it affected her, especially when he clearly didn’t like her. "I thought Cross Academy was meant to be state of the art… This chair must be cheap if it’s already breaking."

I. Am. A. Cross. A Princess.

Keira looked over her shoulder and spoke calmly, though she couldn’t hide the slight shake of her voice, revealing her irritation and anger,

"It must be a faulty one. I will make sure it gets replaced and check that others are not the same. Strange though, how one out of so many is faulty on the first day of school after maintenance checks everything a week beforehand."

Keira held his gaze a moment longer, waiting for another snarky comment. Instead, her best friend’s head whipped around, her long hair almost flipping across Keira’s face.

"Keira." Once Keira ripped her gaze away from the troublemaker, she noted Rhea’s annoyance. Her brows were pinched together. "You’re gonna let some asshat walk all over you like that?"

Keira smiled back at her friend, her tone overly polite. "Walk all over me? If he didn’t show us the chair was broken, another student might hurt themselves."

Rhea’s frown deepened. Keira couldn’t bullshit her. She could spot the fake-ass smile and tone of voice she reserved for the tabloids from anywhere.

This guy clearly got under Keira’s skin. That meant he was Rhea’s enemy.

Her bestie already had to act all proper for the rest of the world and, most times, in these classrooms. Rhea wasn’t about to let some tattooed fuck spoil the little peace Keira did get, even if it was from something as boring as studying.

Goddess, she just wanted to shake her bestie so she could act how she pleased and say what was really on her mind.

"You’re a freakin’ princess!" Rhea seethed. "He’s a nobody-"

"Enough," the vibration of Keira’s voice silenced all the werewolves in the room. Every single one of them paused what they were doing and looked in Keira’s direction.

Keira pinched her eyes together for a moment before releasing a long breath, though the tension in her shoulders remained. Somehow, without a wolf, she could still control a whole room. Was that her vampiric bloodline?

"Ladies…" Miss Sharp hesitantly stepped closer. The teacher’s nervousness caused her voice to tremble. She was human, but the Alpha King’s daughter was so displeased that she’d used the power of her voice. "Is everything okay here?"

Miss Sharp’s gaze couldn’t meet Keira’s gaze, though she sternly looked at the two guys sitting behind them. Her mind had already made up that they were the problem.

"Everything is fine, Miss Sharp. Although it appears…" Keira turned in her chair, all prim and proper, as she tilted her head to the side. "This gentleman…." She trailed off purposely, her tone insinuating he should answer with his name.

"Kodi."

"Kodi was making us aware that his chair is broken, and we should ensure others are not as cheap or malfunctioned."

"Is that so? I will let maintenance know… Kodi, there is a spare in the closet…" Miss Sharp’s voice faded away as Keira and Kodi continued to stare or, in his case, glare at each other.

"Great performance, princess," he mouthed, clapping his hands slowly, quietly, and mockingly.