The Lycan Prince’s Puppy (by C Tamika) novel Chapter 2

Violet

I blinked, processing the information.

Am I her? No, and I was certainly no ex of a Lycan Prince. I would rather take a swim in my own vomit than get myself involved with such a person.

“Stop bothering her, Amy,” the other girl with the braids, Trinity, spoke up. She gave me a welcoming smile, her eyes much softer and kinder than Amy’s sharp, piercing gaze.

“Chrystal has red hair, remember?”

I touched my blonde locks self-consciously, noticing the pink-haired girl's face soften. Then I closed the door behind me.

“I’m Violet, nice to meet you.”

“Hi, Violet,” Trinity stepped forward, helping me with my suitcases. “Chrystal is a Lycan of noble blood, her Dad is the beta of the Lycan King of the kingdom of Lupyria, and she’s our roommate. I’m in here, Chrystal there, Amy in there—and this is your room," she said, pointing and leading the way.

So our other roommate was of noble blood, living in the biggest of the three Lycan kingdoms, no big deal. Another blow to my confidence, just what I needed.

I scanned the room with my eyes as Trinity placed my stuff by the bed. “Here you go, and you’re welcome,” she said.

“Thanks.”

The room was mid-sized, and still empty besides a double bed, an empty window and a small walk-in closet.

"We have to share a public bathroom. It’s on the first floor,” Trinity explained.

Amy joined us, leaning against the door frame. "Don’t you think that’s disgusting though? I mean, I don’t want someone to give me, like… green toes?"

Trinity chuckled.

"Oh, you mean athlete’s foot?" I jumped in.

Trinity and Amy exchanged a look, then turned back to me.

"Tinea pedis? Fungal infection?" I elaborated, only to get even more confused looks in return.

"Never mind—anyway, it’s nice to meet you, and I hope we’ll get along," I switched up quickly, making a mental note to avoid saying anything too nerdy around anyone.

My brother, Dylan, would occasionally tell me to stop being such a smart ass and that it made me ten times more unlikeable. He was the biggest nerd in existence so coming from him, it must’ve meant something.

“Quick question, are we all going to the Starlight Festival tonight?” Trinity beamed, wiggling her brows playfully.

Nope.

I turned to unpack my stuff, pretending not to hear. The Starlight Festival was held in the woods just outside the school gates.

It always took place on a full moon to welcome new students, and was especially a hot event among unmated werewolves who were desperate to find their mate.

The thought of being connected to someone, only to lose them, terrified me. The feeling I felt after losing my parents was one I never wanted to feel ever again.

"We should go. Everyone is going to be there—and I heard tons of students find their mate there," Amy said.

My stomach twisted with anxiety. I really didn’t want to go, but I also didn’t want to be that one person who only came to the academy to study although that was the truth.

I wanted to fit in but also wanted to stay true to myself, but I guess the one thing I truly wanted was to be different from the Violet back home.

"Have you guys found your mates yet?" Amy asked.

"No—Violet?" Trinity answered, and I looked at her, slowly shaking my head.

"So, you’ll be coming with us then?"

"I’ll sit this one out. Besides, I don’t even have a dress for that," I said, hoping that would end the conversation.

"So? I’ll let you borrow something," Trinity offered immediately. I knew she didn’t have any bad intentions as she had been kind to me from the start. She just couldn’t take a hint.

I felt trapped, knowing if I would decline, it would set the tone for my relationship with my roommates for the entire four years. Besides, it was just one night. What's the worst that could happen?

"That’s nice of you—thanks!" I said, forcing a smile.

Trinity clapped her hands, smiling, then bumped Amy’s shoulder. "See? Problem solved."

Amy chuckled, folding her arms. It was silent for a moment before Trinity opened another topic. “So what do your parents do?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. Just as with Nate, this was supposed to be the moment where I would usually say my parents were dead—only I didn’t. Again.

Trinity answered her own question, "My dad is an Alpha, Amy’s dad is a Beta—"

“Mine is also an Alpha!” I announced before she could say anything else. Now that she got her answer, I desperately hoped she would shift the topic.

Amy slightly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, same old—everyone here comes from status. Anyway, where is Chrystal?"

From the moment I had met her, she had almost seemed obsessed with Chrystal. All she could talk about was that Lycan girl.

"I’m sure we’ll meet her soon. She’s probably with Kylan and Nate,” Trinity said.

"Nate? From the student council?" I asked, surprised.

Amy’s eyes lit up. "Have you met him? He’s Chrystal’s twin brother and Kylan’s future Beta."

I nodded, remembering the handsome guy from earlier. So he was a Lycan, a future Beta of noble blood—and my roommate’s brother.

"Can you imagine? The Beta to the future Lycan King? Maybe he is my mate," Amy sang, and the two girls giggled. “I’m not counting on it to be the Lycan Prince, but I’ll take the second best.”

My face paled as I slowly put two and two together. The guy who had called me four-eyes was indeed royally. He was that Lycan Prince they were gushing over. That’s why Nate had called him ‘the Prince’.

I decided right then and there to stay away from him. If he could bully me after bumping into me, I didn’t even want to know what kind of damage he could do without facing any consequences.

He was a Lycan, after all—ten times stronger, ten times faster.

"We should go—the RD is expecting us in ten minutes," Trinity spoke, glancing on her phone.

"I might as well have applied for prison," Trinity muttered, making me laugh as we walked with a few more freshman we had made along the way.

The tour ended in the academic hall. "Look around some more, enjoy your week—and I will leave you girls to it," Esther said.

Everyone thanked her in unison, but once again her eyes were on me. I still wondered what her deal was, why she seemed to be paying me so much attention.

After she was out of sight, I tried to join the conversation with the girls, but they were already in it too deep.

"He literally just walked past us. Apparently, he’s a sophomore CSL major," one of the girls said excitedly.

"CS-what?" I asked, feeling lost.

"Combat Strategy and Leadership? They’re talking about the Lycan Prince again," Trinity explained.

"Ah…”

The topic wasn’t all that interesting to me. All everyone seemed to be talking about was that damn Lycan Prince. The conversation continued without me, and it bored me so much, I felt a sudden urge to pee. "Does anyone know where the restroom is?" I asked.

Trinity pointed in a direction. "I think it’s that way—do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I’ll manage. Thanks!”

Following Trinity’s instructions, I eventually stood in front of two closed doors with unclear symbols.

“Sure, why not?” I mumbled, trying to make a decision. One looked vaguely like a dress, so I guessed that one was for women.

As I entered the restroom, I saw it was empty and headed for one of the stalls. After finishing my business, I went to sink, rubbing the soap between my palms before washing it off. But

as I turned off the tap, I heard a sound from around the corner.

My heart skipped a beat. How had I missed a whole part of the restroom?

Curious, but more so fearful because I knew I had screwed up—I peeked around the corner, seeing exactly what I had been expecting to see.

To my horror, I saw urinals, and a guy with his back turned against me, zipping up his jeans.

I swallowed my breath, panicking, and I knew I had to leave quietly before he noticed me.

Carefully, I took a step back, only for my foot to hit the bin, followed by the sound of a loud clatter.

Shit.

The guy turned around swiftly, his expression tense and his jaw clenched. My stomach dropped. Even though this was the first time I had seen his face, I recognized his build immediately.

It was the Lycan Prince, Kylan, and he was walking toward me with a gaze so cold, it could kill. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he stepped closer, and closer—until he stood in front of me, leaving no more than a few inches between us. Nervously, I bit my bottom lip, dreading whatever would come out of this.

I was so embarrassed, the sound of my own heartbeat echoed in my eardrums. The prince’s eyes bore into mine, and he looked pissed.

I was frozen, my mind blank, unsure of what to do or say next.