Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

Xavier watched his mate from afar. It was the Latin midterm exam today and he was sitting behind her. He had already completed his and there was still half an hour to the bell.

He stared at her beautiful, beautiful face that was visible to him from the side as he was sitting diagonally from her. Her flick would often fall and she would put it behind her ear. She was gentle at first but now, as the time ticked by she seemed to be more and more irritated. Perhaps it was not as easy as she thought.

The single dimple on her cheek was so cute. From time to time when she moved her lips into a thin line, the dimple would appear and his heart would swoon.

How was she so damn cute and pretty?

How in the fucking world had he lucked out that much? Whatever force had made her, be it his god or hers, he was thankful to them for her. She was just amazing.

She was running through the pages, giving it a thorough revision. The little nerd was sure to make everything right.

She mumbled whatever she read, her lips moving according to the words she read, a frown marked her forehead as she continued to revise through.

He placed his head on his hand and stared. How fucking lovesick had he gotten? His past self won't have even recognised him. 

And that is when he realised that she knew nothing about him. The whole lycanthrope stuff was way too far when she didn't know what he was actually.

She was still revising, so he got up and handed his sheet to the teacher. He walked out and took his phone and called his father.

"What's up kid?" His fathers nice was heard through. "Should you not be in school?"

"I am still in school," he said. "But I thought of something and it made sense. So I wanted to run it with you."

"Sure kid, go ahead."

And so he began with the rambling, "Adeline does not know who I am to begin with. I changed to a boy next door for her but she never witnessed that change. She doesn't know where I live and that I can drive a Bugatti. For her, I took the bus."

"Hold on," His father stopped him from continuing further, "You mean to tell that you want to show her everything?"

"Yes." He answered. "I want her back and I can begin with being honest. So, that's the only solution I have unless you can think of something."

"Do you um.." his father hesitated a bit, "do you plan to tell her about your self? Like all of your self?"

"What?" He spat. "I just said that I did."

"No, but about lycanthropy."

Xavier immediately cackled at that. "No, I am not that stupid." He could never put them all at a risk. 

"Who knows what you teenagers think," His father grumbled, "I am okay with the idea and if your mother agrees, she probably will. I guess we can move back into our house." He heard a sigh in the end. His father had loved the mansion. 

Xavier smiled a bit. "Mom was never in favour of the move, was she?"

"Naah kid, she always wanted you to begin with honesty." Shuffling a few things around, his father said, "anyway, I'll be talking to your mother about it. Take care of it on your end."

"Yes, papa. Thank you." He appreciated.

After hanging up, he sighed and placed the phone in his pocket. He was leaning against the lockers during the call.

He sighed got out of the school. It was time to show her the real him.

**********

"You did not know??" Elizabeth yelled. "How can you not know?!"

"Because," Marshall intervened as he took mercy and pity on Adeline's ears. "She is new and no one told her."

"To be honest," Christine added. "The topic never came up."

"But it's The dance! How could she not know!" Elizabeth whined again. She looked offences at the thought.

And so here they were. In the mall, searching for dresses.

Apparently, after mid-terms, the school threw a dance which was not prom but something similar to relieve the children of the exam stress. They were going through different shops and gowns to find the perfect one and as of now, none of them had found anything.

Marshall was on his phone. Whenever Adeline noticed him, he seemed perfectly fine with being here. To which Elizabeth said that he had two elder sisters. He was used to it.

"Does anyone have anything specific in your mind?" Marshall asked. "If you do, then it might be easy to find one."

"I want something tight," Christine poses in front of the mirror. "Mama's got to show her curves." She wiggled her hips. 

"For me... I want something glittering." Elizabeth perked up.

"Glitter?" Christine gagged. "You are dating Dylan the one who wears no colour and now you want to go with him to a dance with glitter?"

"Yes," Elizabeth glared. "If I cannot be myself in a relationship then who am I?"

"That is true," Adeline mumbled. "You should think about yourself because it is you and him in a relationship, not just him." The words had slipped out of her mouth before she even realised. 

Adeline stared off to the side as she said that. Her eyes widened as she realised what had happened. Those were, not even her opinions to begin with! What was happening to her?

"Anyway," Elizabeth cleared her throat, "what do you want?" She asked Adeline.

"I don't have something specific in my mind." She shrugged. "So I guess whatever is pleasing to me."

They all had scattered around after that trying to find something for themselves. Adeline walked along with the racks, trying to find something. She saw pink and glitter, something with a slit then came to a full-fledged gown. God, it was all and everything in here.

Sighing she twisted herself around to look when she caught something.

She had found her dress and it was perfect.