"Come on baby, girl, I won't bite except of you let me," he said his tone husky and filled with genuine concern, I bet he was faking the concern.

"Rot in hell!" I spat at him and kept on walking . My ego was bigger than Mars itself.

Aamon rolled his eyes, a pout appearing on his face. "Come on, we wouldn't want you losing that scholarship."

Scholarship! I was shocked as to how he found out about my scholarship. But then I felt Nixx pout from inside me. Here he was Aamon Blackwood breaking our team already. He even got Nixx to open my thoughts to him. Such a jerk.

"Go away," I waved my hand dismissively at him but the fool didn't seem bothered at all. I would rather go on my knees and beg principal Witherspoon than climb into his stupid beautiful car.

But then what if the principal refused, I wouldn't wish for my mom to go back to working day and night just to get my tuition. Plus what could possibly go wrong. This was just a ride.

Releasing a sigh, I opened his car and jumped into the back seat. I looked at Aamon, he waited for me to get cormfortable before he started driving.

For the first 30 seconds, there was actually some peace in this car, most especially since none of us said a word to the other. I swear I will never be as desperate to get to school than today but atleast for now I was happy with the silence. Well! Maybe I had celebrated too soon since I saw that dirty smirk spreading across Aamon's face from the car mirror, I could tell he was watching me the whole time.

"You were very sexy and hot yesterday, when touching yourself," he said his voice law and husky, his words caught me off guard, and my face immediately flushed with heat.

I felt the blood drain from my cheeks burning, I was dying of embarrassment. "Shut up, Aamon!" I scowled him, trying to hide my face by covering it with my palms.

But the fool just chuckled and continued, "I mean it, Haven you have an incredible body."

My blush deepened, spreading down my neck and chest. I felt exposed. He parked infront of the school compound, before locking both of us inside the car.

"What are you doing?" I questioned only for the smirking fool to ignore my question. One minute he was in the driver's seat, his hands on the wheels, the next Aamon was leaning close, his lips inches from mine. Before I could react, he brought his lips to mine.

My eyes fluttered closed, and I felt a rush of excitement. His lips were soft, gentle, and persuasive at last, I was melting in it. That was before he thrust his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

He tasted of mint and sandwiches, I bet that is what he had for breakfast. He really was such a damn! Good kisser!

I won't lie I liked it, I was surprised, I liked the feeling of Aamon's lips on mine, the way he made me feel alive.

As we broke apart for air, I heard his laughter, low and husky. "You don't need to rely on toys, Haven," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "I can make you reach orgasm in just seconds, I'm confident of that."

My face burned with embarrassment, but my body was full of excitement. No one had ever made me feel this way before.

His words sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to believe him, to trust him. But could I?

His over confident smile, his eyes sparkling with desire. I felt my ego weakening, my body craving his.

"Try me," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine again.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Aamon the brother of the girl who can't stand me, let alone she gets suffocating breathing the same air I breathe. No way.

"Why not?" my Nixx asked. "Isn't sleeping with the brother of your enemy a form of revenge? And besides, Aamon is our mate, your soulmate."

"Are you crazy?" I said, trying to sound firm. "I'm not going to sleep with a Blackwood." I told her through our link.

Aamon laughed, his confident smile making my heart skip a beat. "Come on, Haven," he said. "I know you want to. And I can make you feel things you've never felt before."

His gaze was persuasive, I felt drawn to him, as if it was impossible to resist his gravity.

"Please," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Let me show you."

And I, weakly, began to consider it...

"No!" I spat at him, reaching my hand up to open the door but before I could hold it, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

I stood my ground, trying to look as confident as I could muster. "I mean it, Aamon, I'm not going to sleep with you."

Aamon raised an eyebrow, his expression of amusement. "Really?" he drawled, his voice dripping with suprise.

I nodded, trying to convince myself as much as him. "Yes, really. I'm not interested."

Aamon chuckled, his gorgeous emerald eyes crinkling with his sinister smile.

His smile faltered, and his eyes narrowed, a dark shade in them. "Listen, Haven. I'm not joking around. You need to agree to my request."

I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. "No, Blackwood, I won't do it."

His face darkened, and he leaned in dangerously close. "Fine. If you won't do it willingly, then maybe you'll need a little motivation."

He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through it, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You see, baby girl, I know all about your little online hobby. And I'm sure your friends and family most especially your mom Mrs. Laura would love to know about it too. Muse."

My heart skipped a beat after hearing him say that name, my fuckin pen name. How did he know about it? "You wouldn't," I whispered.

He shrugged arrogantly. "Oh, but I would. I'll post screenshots of your online activity all over social media. You'll be the laughingstock of the school, for sure."

I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't do that. But the look in his eyes told me he was dead serious.

"Please, Aamon" I begged. "Don't do this. It will ruin my life."

Aamon leaned back in his seat, a victory smile spreading across his face. "So, what's it going to be, baby doll? Are you going to agree to my request, or do we take this to the next level?"

I felt trapped, with no way out. Aamon Blackwood had me right where he wanted me.

And there was no way out!

With shaking hands I dialed the "A" for Aamon wanting to save his contact as he had ordered. I still couldn't believe this fool was blackmailing me into doing stupid things he wishes, he's such a devil.

"Give it." He snatched the phone from my hand and quickly dialed somethings I couldn't see, then tossed it back to me.

"Here you go, now remember.." he blabbed as I unlocked my screen only to find that he had saved himself as "My other half" my face fell for the pet name, what if my mom saw it, she will think her daughter as found her one and only yet all I've found was nothing but the devil himself. Why is the moon goddess so cruel to me?

"You are to do as I tell you," he smirked evily shaking his stupid phone in my face, rubbing it all in my face. "Remember what you've promised."

Never in my life had I ever felt so helpless and humiliated as I felt at that moment. I was struggling to keep my emotions in check.

I waited for the douchebag to leave and get into the school's main doors, I waved my fist in his direction. How foolish of me, as if this could take all the rage I felt inside me away. I felt trapped like I was in a bird box.

As my fist fell, my body seemed to lose strength along with it. My head hung down powerlessly, my shoulders slumping in defeat. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, all the air sucked out of me.

"Why did I agree to this?" I whispered to myself, feeling like I had made the hugest mistake of my life.

"Nixx," I called to my wolf hoping she would cormfort me, she always had ways of giving me support and advise in times when I so needed it.

"What have I done?" I asked her, my mind racing with worries about the future.

"Don't worry, Haven," she said. "I've already connected with Lykon through the mate bond."

"Whose Lykon?" I questioned as the name seemed so foreign in my ears.

"Silly you," I could imagine Nixx's big smile as she talked. "Lykon is Aamon's wolf, he's very nice and super handsome just like Aamon, he told me that Aamon likes you, and I think this could be a good thing."

Well! I was now starting to regret all the trust I had put in my wolf, here she was talking dreamily like a love sick puppy over the person that just blackmailed me.

"We are supposed to hate Aamon not like him" I scolded her.

"Trust me babe, Aamon isn't as bad as you think," my wolf replied. "And who knows, maybe this is fate's way of bringing you two together. You should accept it, this is what the moon goddess chose for you."

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs Nixx was starting to put in my head. "I don't know, Nixx This feels wrong."

But she just chuckled, "Trust me, Haven I know what I'm talking about. Just accept fate and see where it takes you."

I sighed in resignation, no one can ever win an argument with my wolf, so the best thing I had to do was to ignore this all. And act like none of it was happening.

* * *

I was packing up my things, ready to head home early after a long day of classes. This must have been the longest werewolf history lecture ever. My phone vibrated, I hesitated for a moment before pulling it out, already knowing who it was.

"My other half!" I read out disgustingly.

"Bring me water, hockey field, now!"

I rolled my eyes, at his rudeness, he could have said a hello atleast. It seems I was now his personal servant. That douchebag. If only there was a way I could get out of this agreement we made. I was now forced the do everything he asked me so he could keep my secret, I regretted the day I wrote the very first chapter of my erotic novels. I wouldn't be in all this mess right now, if only I had kept my imagination to myself.

But now it was too late, plus I didn't regret so much since I really liked what I was doing. It had become a hobby for me, the only thing I truly enjoyed but this fool was ruining it for me.

"Fine, am bringing it," I typed out a quick reply before heading to the canteen to buy Mr. Jerk face a bottle of water.

I had no choice but to be at his beck and call. I had to keep up my end of the bargain, no matter how much I didn't want to.

As I walked towards the hockey field, I couldn't help but get captivated by the game a little. Or more so because of the duel that was happening.

"Just look at the skills both the young Alphas Aamon and Ryder are bringing?" I heard the MC's voice from the speakers.

I watched from the sidelines as Aamon and Ryder clashed on the ice, their hockey sticks flying as they battled for control of the puck. The crowd cheered and chanted, drawn in by the intensity these two were bringing to the game.

"Matt, may I remind you that Blackwood was the youngest ever werewolf to enter the hockey field, he started playing at four."

"Ohhh! Did you see that?" One Mc asked the other. "Blackwood just slammed the striker of Winter wolves Ryder Glacier, straight into the barrier."

I was amazed at how Aamon managed to throw Ryder on the ground, they were both so ....

My mind was interupted by a group of girls that surrounded me, they all had their eyes on Aamon and Ryder, what suprised me was that I had never seen them on campus before, they must have been from another University.

"Oh my gosh, Aamon is so hot!" one of them squealed. "I know, right? And Ryder's abs are amazing!"

"I wish Aamon would just let me lick the sweat off his abs, after the game. I would so gladly do it," another moaned loudly.

I rolled my eyes, uninterested in their conversation. I just wanted to deliver the water and leave as soon as possible.

But as the game ended and Aamon strode towards me, I felt a flutter in my chest. He was grinning, his eyes sparkling like two bright jewels twinkling in the light, his smile was like a beam of sunlight, so enchanting for some reason I found myself becoming captive to it.

You are a lifesaver," he said taking the bottle from me.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "No problem. I just wanted to get it over with."

He chuckled before opening his lips like he was going to say something, just then a group of uni girls caught his attention, asking for photographs, autographs and hugs, I could tell some wanted more though, it was never hard for me to notice a slut most especially because I wrote so many times about them in my erotic novels.

I took advantage of the distraction to make my escape, but Aamon's voice called out behind me. "Hey, Haven, where do you think you're going, am not done with you yet."

Aamon's voice sent shivers down my spine. I knew that tone, there was a hint of pure evil in it. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see.

But I had to.

I had no choice!

He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the arena, pulling me into the direction of the boys locker room, locking the door behind us.

I felt unease being in an only boys room but Aamon didn't seem bothered at all bringing me here. But then since when did he ever care about the rules, he is the fuckin son of the town's Alpha, he kinda of rules.

He begun to take off his equipment, the crowds were still chanting his name outside, I have to give him credit though he is quite good at this game, having scored four out of the five goals tonight, made him not only the best player in today's game but the whole season as well.

As he stripped off his sweaty gear, I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. I swallowed as that was the only thing that could keep me from salivating for his Perfect solid psyche, I bet he visited the gym a couple of times for him to be in such a perfect shape. Any girl would die for this but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction that I would die for it too.

When he finally took off the vest underneath, I felt my mouth go dry.

Aamon's eyes met mine, a hint of an arrogant" Am sexy and I know it smile" playing on his lips. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky making it harder for me to breath.

I swallowed hard, trying to look away but unable to tear my gaze from his chiseled physique. How could the moon goddess give one man such a perfect body, this wasn't fair at all to the rest of the male species.

Aamon's smile grew wider, and he took a step closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're staring," he said, his voice with a teasing end to it.

I felt my face heat up, but I couldn't deny it. Aamon was so damn sexy not to mention the hottest thing on the planet. I couldn't help but get drawn to him, he was like a fuckin Greek god, flowing with the highest level of testerone but as he took another step closer to me, I realized I was in trouble. Very Big trouble!

His hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer to himself, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body at our closeness. His fingers intertwined with mine, guiding my hand to his stomach. I hesitated, unsure of what to expect, but his gorgeous eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Feel this," he said, his voice low and husky. "Can this be your writing inspiration?"

My hand made contact with his skin, and I felt a rush of heat. His abdominal muscles were hard and defined, like granite beneath my fingertips. I couldn't help but explore, I touched him slightly , all over just using the tips of my fingers to feel them and for some reason it made me go wild.

Aamon leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I felt his warm icy breath dance across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The distance between us seemed like too much.

I heard a slight chuckle from him as he put his hand under my chin and lifted it with his fingers making me look into his electric emerald eyes, my cheeks flushed as his hands brushed my bottom lips. I was so losing it to him.

He leaned in close, our faces almost touching, this mad me panic, my heart racing so fast, I felt as if it could burst out of my chest.

His dangerously captivating eyes never left mine as he threw the vest in my face, I was quick to catch it. Here came Mr. Douchebag again.

"Take it home and wash it," he said, his voice firm leaving no room for argument. "I'll come by tonight to pick it up."

My heart sank, at his words. I wanted Aamon no where near my home even though we were practically neighbors, I would rather see him across the street than even an inch closer to my compound.

"I don't..." I was about to protest but when I looked into his eyes that had darkened a bit with a hint of threat in them, my mouth found a zipper immediately.

"If you don't," he said, his voice low and husky, making my insides melt. "I'll make sure everyone knows about our little secret. And we both know you wouldn't want that cupcake."

Another pet name, I wondered were he managed to get all of them, probably from a pro experience of being a player. I bet he had wooed so many girls with his charm but I wasn't about to let myself become victim to his little games.

I gritted my teeth, feeling trapped. I had no choice but to agree. I nodded, trying to hide my reluctance.

"Fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aamon's awarded with that victory million dollar smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," he said. "I'll see you tonight."

As he turned to leave, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. What had I just agreed to?

I clutched the jersey to my chest, still warm from Aamon's body heat, it even smelled of his scent, I couldn't wait to get home and dip my nose into it, after all that is what Nixx my wolf wanted. She was pushing me to my limits and making me forsake the little self respect I had for myself.

Aamon headed into the showers so I hastily used this chance to leave the locker room, his jersey clutched tightly in my hand.

As I stepped out into the lobby, I felt a sense of danger lurking behind me. I quickened my pace, my heart racing with fear. Suddenly, I dodged to the side, avoiding a hand that reached out to grab my hair.

I spun around, my eyes locking onto Ember's twisted face. Her eyes blazed with hatred, her gaze piercing through me like a knife. I felt a chill run down my spine as she took a step closer, her fists clenched.

"You think you can have my brother?" she spat, her voice dropping with the most poisonous venom.

"You're nothing but a dirty little whore!!"