Page 24 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince
Ipush my way through the group of students, the vein on my neck pulsating in annoyance. There are yells and screams and whispers. Half of the school seems to have gathered here.
“Shut up and let me through,” I yell, successfully making the crowd part for me, my fellow schoolmates too afraid to cross me. At least one thing my asshole father’s name is good for – to terrify those around me.
“What happened?” I ask, once I’ve reached Jace, who is standing in front of the principal’s office.
“Not sure,” Jace says, looking annoyed. “I was grabbing lunch for us, and Flora wanted to fetch something from her locker. Next thing I know, I’m back, and that guy’s nose is bleeding.”
“Which guy?”
“Trevor,” Jace says, instantly making me frown. I know the guy. He keeps harassing everyone of lower rank, mostly the girls. My frown is growing when I see a man approaching. In long strides, he comes running towards us, pushes past us and enters the office.
“That’s his father,” Jace explains. “I mean Trevor’s father.”
“How do you know that?”
“We are in the same baseball team, Trevor and I. Daddy dearest, actually complained to the principal because his son wasn’t in the top ranks of players. Guess why, because he sucks! But he didn’t want to hear it and has enough money to be annoying. So, our team got enriched by Trevor, which means we are getting used to losing.”
“That asshole,” I huff, having heard enough. I reach for the door, just for Jace to grab my arm.
“Are you nuts? They said no one is allowed to enter.”
“That’s for regular people,” I say. “Not for me.” I hate using my rank and position to my advantage. I never use my dad’s name to get the upper hand or to receive benefits I don’t deserve. The only exception is Flora. I will pull any card to help her, no matter how shady it is. It doesn’t matter if I have to play my name, my future rank or my position as a Crown Prince. I will break every rule for her or do something morally questionable.
Fuck them.
“Right,” Jace nods. “I sometimes forget who you are.”
He steps out of my way, and I open the door to slip inside. My eyes catch Flora instantly. She is standing to one side of the room, her head tilted to the side with that signature expression of pure innocence.
“My son is bleeding!?” Trevor’s father roars.
Flora clasps her mouth. “I didn’t notice,” she says, her eyes wide in shock.
She is a peculiar thing. She is smaller than the other girls and looks younger than most of our schoolmates. While she is already seventeen, she easily gets mistaken for younger—a fact she usually hates but uses to her advantage when necessary.
Like now. I can see it in her eyes, the mischief and the glint of anger.
I march towards her, ignoring Trevor’s dad and the principal. “Flora didn’t do anything,” I say shortly.
“You weren’t even there!” that asshole, Trevor, argues. He thinks because his father is here, he will win, but he is just a pathetic piece of shit.
“This will have consequences,” his father yells. “I will make sure that this little sl-”
A growl leaves my lips, easily making the guy shrink back in shock. “Just so we are clear,” I hiss. “Your son is a piece of trash. He keeps bullying and pushing around girls he deems weak. Flora just defended herself. He just thought she was easy prey!”
“Oh, Elden,” Flora beams at me and grabs my arm, blinking up at me, like she is an innocent angel and completely helpless, which we both know she isn’t. It’s a game, and she mastered it. It’s her way of constantly getting us out of trouble. “He probably just slipped when he groped my ass.”
I stare at her in shock. That asshole touched her!? Seeing my shock, she simply shrugs and nods. I turn my attention to Trevor, feeling my angry beast pushing against my mind. “You did what?”
“Please,” the principal steps forward, wiping his forehead with a tissue. “I am sure we can talk about it.”
“I didn’t want to touch her,” Trevor blurts out. “I thought it was Clara!”
“Clara has a boyfriend,” Flora says quietly, suddenly sounding much more serious. “What made you think she wants to be touched?”
It’s eerily quiet in the room before the principal clears his throat. “You see,” he turns to Trevor’s father, “it was self-defense.”
“He tried to force himself on my mate,” I huff. “What are you going to do about it?”
