Carnivals: Claimed By The Deranged Alpha Prince [BL]
Chapter 77: Blaze

Chapter 77: Blaze

Blaze’s FIRST pov (can I get a woohoo?!)

I could tell that Jules was currently in danger.

I’ve been able to tell since the first time our eyes met across the swimming area, whereby that activity ended with him almost getting drowned after getting submerged by Malachi. I felt his panic that day, raw and powerful. It had caught me off guard that day, because that had been a completely new emotion for me.

Of course, I had walked out of the scene because I wasn’t one to feel pity for anyone, and also because it had been none of my business.

I wasn’t one to randomly concern myself with anything or anyone to begin with. I had been like that since I could remember. My father had always made sure to remind me that I was so different from everyone because I was an abomination and a mistake.

Which was why it surprised me to the fullest when the image of that boy who looked lost and extremely frightened after our eyes locked, refused to leave my head.

It pleased me immensely to be reminded every now and then that I evoke so much terror in people. After all, It was the only thing I had, so why not exploit it to the fullest?

So, of course, I liked that the boy was obviously afraid of me. But it wasn’t something new, which was why it confused me as to why he refused to leave my head.

When we crossed paths again, the stark terror was present on his face, and I liked it.

However, I knew something was terribly off when I began to randomly think about him. It didn’t help that he looked like his face was carved by fairies, he was so breathtaking that it was borderline ridiculous and unfair to other people.

I never randomly think of people, until him. To the point that I began to wonder if he’d still be that pretty while crying.

At first, I ended up coming to the conclusion that I wanted to hurt him. To hurt him and watch the terror in his eyes grow stronger, to hurt him and watch him cry.

But when his scent began to mess with my head, I knew there was a problem, I knew it was undoubtedly more than that. His scent stood out to me, it was a scent I had never picked up from anyone before. It was a mixture of flowers and a bunch of other things, he smelled the way he looked: out-of-this-world.

What finally hit the nail on the head for me, was our first time being in an enclosed space, in the restroom in school, whereby he had smelled so strongly of Kai. My wolf almost went feral at that moment. My wolf was just like me, unbothered and uncaring about anything except spilling blood. But then my wolf had been downright pissed, because it had never taken a tiny bit of interest in anyone before, until him. We both detested Kai as well, so of course we had been furious, which was why my first actual encounter with him had to be of me giving him a warning to never smell wrong again.

If I had still been unsure of what all of that meant, then the dream that I had that same night was all the confirmation I needed.

I dreamt of the boy.

In the dream, the atmosphere was warm and serene, a waterfall was in the background, along with a bunch of flowers.

The boy and I had been standing a few inches apart. In the dream, his hair was a flowing blond– so shiny, that it was almost white, and his eyes were ocean blue and so innocent. He was dressed in a white satin that almost glowed. From our reflections in the waterfall, I could tell that I was in a pitch black outfit.

No words were said at first, but then he suddenly floated in the air till he slightly towered over me. A glance at his feet showed some sparkly silver dust dripping from his feet.

When I glanced back at him, he held a hand out to me as he spoke.

"We’re fated mates." He whispered, but before I could process what was happening, or accept his offered hand, he was suddenly being ripped away by an invisible force, just as I jolted awake.

I had never dreamt of anyone before, aside from a faceless woman whom I pictured as my mother, because I never got to know what she looked like.

That was what made me conclude that this boy was my fated mate, and would undoubtedly be in grave danger soon.

Which was why the next time I felt that kicking feeling in my chest that indicated that he was in danger, I gave into it instead of ignoring it, and I never looked back since then.

I spotted Jules last a few hours ago with his two friends, hanging out on the field. As I raked my fingers through my hair, I silently wondered where he could be and why it felt like he was in danger. It was already way past ten and he was yet to arrive home, so I knew something was undoubtedly wrong.

"He isn’t with his two friends. They’re by themselves and they looked pretty worried." Mason, one of the handful of people who’ve been by my side for years, announced on morphing back to his human form. Mason was a shapeshifter, and we go a long way back. He was amongst the four students who was with me most of the time.

I had waited in his dorm room after asking him to go look around if he’d seen Jules anywhere and if he was still with his friends.

He stretched his hands out when I didn’t respond.

"Should I go question them?" He suggested but I shook my head. It was gonna be pointless and unnecessary.

I heaved out a slow sigh and headed towards the door of the dorm. Mason was beside me in an instant, eyes gleaming.

"Should I go with you? Should I get the rest of the gang?" He offered, always eager to help as usual, but I waved him off.

"I’ll find him myself." I responded as I exited the dorm.

Jules clearly has a knack for always getting himself in trouble.

To be fair, It wasn’t completely his fault. Danger just seemed to always be lurking around him.