Carnivals: Claimed By The Deranged Alpha Prince [BL]-Chapter 259: Trouble In Paradise

Jules’ pov

"Are you still so sore?" Blaze asked softly, eyes filled with worry and guilt and I was consumed with the urge to grab him and shake some clarity into him so he’d stop feeling so guilty.

"Just a little." I responded with a sigh and he frowned, hands going around my waist to massage my hips a little.

"Should I do the thing with my tongue...?" He was referring to the healing particles he had in his spit as an alpha. The night after his rut broke, he had massaged my sore rim with his tongue in order to make me feel better and although it helped a bit, it ended up making me aroused than healed, and since he insisted on not fucking me till after a week, I didn’t want his tongue near my ass.

"No, that won’t be necessary." I ended up responding and he nodded slowly before picking up the bag containing my school supplies, slinging it over his shoulder like he always does.

We were heading to school today, and I couldn’t help it, I was extremely nervous.

I’ve changed since the last time I was in school so I was very worried about how I’m gonna be received today. The dormant excuse couldn’t fly with me any longer because now that my powers have been unlocked, I smelt like a warlock. After the rut I spent with Blaze, I was now also an omega, and this part was still so confusing to me.

There are no werewolves linage in my parents bloodline, so... how?

"You alright?" Blaze’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I nodded, reaching for his arm so I could go on my tippy toes, but of course that was still not enough to reach his lips.

"I want a kiss." I told him and he chuckled for a moment before leaning down and slanting his lips over mine. The kiss was over before it even began and as I pouted at him, he only laughed as he combed his fingers through my hair.

"No more kisses for you. For now, we should head to school instead." He reasoned and I rolled my eyes, pressing up against his front.

"You don’t even care about school! I think you should fuck me instead." I batted my eyelashes as I spoke and he chuckled again, clearly amused.

"What have I unleashed within you?" He breathed out and I shrugged, cheeks coloring a little.

"You’re right. I don’t care about school, but I care about the wellbeing of your ass." He reminded me like he had been doing after his rut ended two days ago.

"But I like it when it hurts–—" I began to speak, but my words ended up getting cut off when Blaze suddenly dug his nail into the mark at the side of my throat, causing the breath to get knocked out of my lungs. He suddenly spanked my ass, delivering a few slaps in quick successions and a startled gasp flew past my mouth which fell open even more when his fingers wrapped around my throat in a firm hold.

"You slut." His voice was husky as he spoke and I practically melted against him while my eyes fluttered. His hand squeezed my sore ass and I whined, sound breathy and throaty.

"Who’s in charge?"

I panted, shuddering a little. "You are."

"That’s right. And you’ll only get whatever I decide to give you. Isn’t that right?"

I nodded, but then I got a spank next, which reminded me that I was supposed to respond vocally, and I hurried to do just that.

When he dropped his hands and stepped away from me, I was panting and struggling to regulate my breathing. My face was also on fire and I was fully aroused as well. I felt like a shameless slut and mortification burned in my stomach, especially when Blaze appeared extremely unfazed as he helped me slid into my jacket.

He patted my ass twice once he was done and I scowled at him but he only laughed heartily, no longer appearing like the dom he was a few minutes ago.

When we rode the elevator later, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me deep and hard, then he promised me fuck me deep and hard after a week. It’s safe to say that the smell of arousal still clung to me as he held the door of the car open for me. After we arrived in front of the school building, we headed into the building together.

As we rode the elevator, I began to wonder if the school have already found out what happened to Elio or not.

I expected a lot of attention on walking through the familiar hallway, but nothing compared to the way everyone looked at me as I walked through the sea of people present in the hallway right now. Blaze was walking beside me and that made some of them act like they weren’t looking, but some people still blatantly looked. They were all saying a bunch of things at the same time while staring at me but I couldn’t figure out what they could possibly be talking about.

However, on stepping into our classroom, I realized what it was that they were talking about. The reason was starkly projected on the white board in the front of the classroom.

On the electronic white board was a picture of me, a picture of what I actually looked like with my natural eye and hair color, and underneath the picture was details about me: my actual name, my age, my origin, my bloodline and lastly, the fact that I was apparently a wanted murderer.

The gasp that tore past my throat filled me with so much disbelief that my legs shook underneath my weight and I’d have lost my footing if it wasn’t for Blaze’s hand steadying me in the next moment. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"So you really lied about your identity?"

"So the rumors were right?"

"Are you actually a murderer?"

"I can’t believe he’s a murderer, he doesn’t even look like he could hurt a fly!"

"It’s always the innocent looking people."

A lot of voices began to fill up the classroom at once, filling through my brain at the same time and a loud sound began to roar through my ears for a bit. My eyesight dimmed for a few moments and I had to breathe through my mouth to avoid passing out.

"Silence, everyone!" Blaze’s loud voice boomed loudly and in the next moment, the chatter died down and it was fully silent throughout the class.

"Who is responsible for this?" Blaze continued, tugging me into his side in the next moment and I clung on his shirt, eyes pinned on the ground as I struggled to breathe.

There was a sudden murmur through the class and then everyone was calling out Taylor’s name. Taylor shrugged as he reluctantly rose to his feet.

"Well, I told you not to cross me, didn’t I?" His eyes were on me as he spoke and I was consumed with disbelief. this was the last thing I expected from him even if he hated me.

Before I could even say anything, Blaze was staking towards Taylor, and the path instead cleared for him. He tugged Taylor forward and flung him into the white board behind me, pulling out a surprised and startled sound from me just as the entire class scattered.

Blaze instantly ordered them to shut the fuck up and to stay in their seats, and then he stalked towards a groaning Taylor who was stricken with fear.

I stepped in his path and gripped his hand. "Don’t hurt him." I whispered, even though I hate him so much and shouldn’t care if he gets beat up, it just didn’t feel right to me.

Blaze was reluctant at first but he ended up listening to me. He cupped my face and asked if I was okay, and I struggled to not break down in the front of the class.

"So? Did he do it?" Xander’s voice pulled us back to the present. He was sitting at the back of the class as he continued.

"Are you enabling a murderer now? Is a murderer your mate? Well, I guess that’s very fitting. Although it’s quite crazy that he killed his own family. He must be on a different level of psycho." Xander continued and I flinched, feeling sick to my stomach.

Blaze was about to walk towards him when the speakers in the hallways blared loudly.

"Jules McCathy, please step outside the school building. The authorities are outside waiting for you." The male voice boomed and I stiffened, fear flooding my limbs just as the blaring wails of the authorities’ vehicles began to fill up everywhere.

I turned my panicked eyes on Blaze, but Blaze appeared very calm as he threw one more distasteful look at Xander before taking my arm and tugging me out of the class, down the hallway and into the restroom.

"They’re gonna..." I began, eyes wide with fear but he shook his head firmly.

"That’s never happening, okay?" He responded confidently before pulling me into his arms, and then he was teleporting us out of the school, all the way to the familiar room we shared in Roy’s large apartment.

Before I could even begin to panic or walk around, Blaze’s phone began to ring.

On checking it, he realized it was his father.

"That fucking snake." He seethed.