Chapter 163

It actually wasn't and I studied myself critically in the mirror while brushing my teeth, I surprisingly didn't look like the sole survivor of a horror movie.

I had noticed with a pang that, Dale's toothbrush was beside mine, Virgil's most likely in the cupboard - it was always the little things…

I was really excited about Virgil and I, worrying at my bottom lip and rinsing out the paste in my mouth, wincing at the awful taste of the herbal paste.

I know that Virgil and I had talked things over but now there was the big question… What were we? What am I?

"Hi, beautiful." Virgil's low voice startles me out of my thoughts, his hands going around me and slipping up my sweater as expected.

I choke on the cool tap water which is ridiculous because I had been washing my face not my mouth. "V!" I gasp out when I feel his teeth in my neck. "Ow! Don't bite me." I scold him, angling my neck to the side to negate my words.

I can literally hear his pout. "But I need everyone to know you're mine." 

I grip the edge of the sink at his words, feeling light-headed - that definitely answered my questions.

He spins me around and I can predict his next actions. "Nuh-uh." I stop him. "Brush first."

He rolls his eyes but does as I ask, reaching up for his toothbrush.

I get engrossed in staring at my reflection again like I expect the mirror to shout 'sike' at me and show me the real version of myself looking like roadkill.

Suspicious movements alert me and I spin around to see Virgil… "V? What are you doing?" I narrow my eyes at him.

He pauses mid-step, a guilty expression on his face. "Nothing."

I just sigh in exasperation. "Don't flush his toothbrush down the toilet!" I scold. "Why is that always you guys go-to option?"

He shrugs, changing directions. "It's fast and reliable... and so are windows." He tags on, throwing out the toothbrush with an unrepentant expression.

He's back at my side in the blink of an eye, stepping right in my personal space. "I brushed my teeth." He says seriously, giving me a wide smile that shows his teeth and pink gums too.

I make a show of inspecting them, trying to swallow down the blissful giggle that keeps trying to bubble out. "I see you did."

His response is to bury a hand in my hair to angle my face for a deep kiss, pressing so close the sink digs into my lower back.

I don't register the uncomfortable feeling because I'm too caught up in the faint taste of dark chocolate and... berries? Sliding my hands up his body to pull him even closer.

"Oh!" I gasp when he easily picks me up by the waist and drops me on the counter, tugging my head back so that he can nibble and suck on what will no doubt turn out to be very visible hickies.

I remember his reasoning behind them and heat pools in my lower belly, parting my legs so he can move in even closer.

Each brush of his lips feels like a trail of cold fire and I curl my toes, digging my hands in his back as he takes his time, darkening the already dark spots of my neck and making new ones on my collarbones.

"Hayden? Baby?" My mom's voice filters in bringing back reality and sanity. "Are you up yet? It's getting pretty late."

I blink my eyes open, startled. "Virgil?" I say in a panic with wide eyes, clutching his shoulders. "We have to go to school."

He doesn't even bat an eyelid, looking very unbothered as he leans back to study his handwork, hair tousled and lips slicked.

"Hayden…" My mom starts again.

It takes a lot to convince Virgil to let me down and I can never unsee my mom's traumatized expression when the door finally opens to Virgil leaving with obvious evidences of a makeout session and then she turns to me who looks way worse.

"Hi, Renee." Virgil greets cheerfully, making for the front door.

"Oh, h-hi, V." She greets distractedly, looking like she is about to go over.

"I-I think I'm going to do my yoga now." She says absently, ruffling my wild hair. "Clean up, okay?"

I want to tell her that she gave up yoga years ago but I doubt she would hear me, plus she looks really dizzy, she definitely shouldn't be standing.

I wonder why she's so shaken but I don't wonder for long, a strangled scream leaving me when I get a good look at myself in the mirror --- now I look like the survivor of… of a bloody zombie attack!

School definitely wouldn't be fun with everyone's sensitive nose sniffing out Virgil's scent and looking at me weird.

I throw myself across the sink, groaning, who thought it was a grand idea to let me go to a school full of Werewolves anyway?

The voice downstairs pull me down, I didn't have much time to wallow in my misery and mortification anyway, I really was late for school.

Shana is the first to notice me, her head whipping unerringly in my direction, her nose twitching. "Well, damn, no wonder Renee was so shaken." She whistles and I redden, hunching my shoulders.

"Where's my mom?" I ask curiously, Shana is sitting beside Mae who's engrossed in styling her hair, Virgil is leaning against a wall, tapping his phone.

"Asleep." Shana informs me. "I set an alarm to wake her up for her 'Taekwondo' classes."

I smile gratefully, my friends were more like family most times.

"It doesn't look that bad, does it?" I ask hopefully.

Mae let's Shana up and grins at me. "Define bad?"

"Ugh! Nevermind, let's just get to school before it's over."

We all sit together at lunch and I pretend to be blind to the stares boring into my back, it doesn't work.

Dale actually looks way better than I had expected, he had clicked his teeth at the hickies on my neck and muttered about annoying Alphas.

He's still as clingy, much to Virgil's dismay even if his affectations are clearly platonic now, it makes my heart feel lighter, my smile coming easier.