Chapter 5 Pervert

Daphne

“I…..I….it’s….it’s nothing!. I mean….um….I was just….” I stammered, trying to think of a way to defend myself.

My hands flailed uselessly, and my face burned hotter than the sun.

William’s eyes narrowed. He took a step closer, and my pulse immediately spiked. My stomach twisted in a strange way, making me feel nauseous and I desperately tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t make him suspicious.

“Do you bring girls in here?” His tone was low, dangerous, and my chest tightened as if someone had squeezed it. “Are you sneaking them into the dorm? Is this some kind of thing?”

“No! N…no, it’s not like that” I blurted, my voice shaking. “I swear, it’s just……” I couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t explain that the bra was mine and not someone else’s.

My stammering made me feel ridiculous, but I couldn't help it.

He let out a low, frustrated groan, the kind that made my pulse spike in an uncomfortable way. His chest rose and fell quickly, and I noticed the slight tension in his jaw. He clearly felt weird about the situation, although he wouldn’t admit it.

“Listen,” he said finally, his tone sharp, “never, and I mean never, bring any girl into this room again. Do you understand me?”

I nodded frantically, relief and terror mixing together. “Yes. Of course!”

He gave me one last pointed look, his eyes lingering on mine for a second too long before he turned and walked away. Once he was on the other side of the room I collapsed on my bed, hugging my knees.

“That was a close one. I need to be more careful” I muttered to myself.

The bra was still in my hands, forgotten for a moment. He thought I was sneaking girls into the dorm, he thought I was a pervert or some kind of playboy.

I stayed on my bed for a while, trying to calm down and figure out how I was going to survive living in the same room as William without completely losing my mind.

The mate bond thrummed in the background, making every nerve in my body twitch with awareness of him even though he was now on the other side of the room.

Eventually, I tucked the bra into my bag, muttering to myself about how impossible my life had become. I tried to think about anything else, school, hockey, my cover, but every thought circled back to him.

To the way his eyes had gone sharp and dangerous, to the way he had stepped closer to me without realizing just how much that affected both of us.

Night went by slowly, the dorm quiet except for the faint hum of the heater. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself to sleep.

William was on the other bed, lying rigidly on his side, pretending to be asleep. I could feel the pull of the mate bond even from here, almost impossible to ignore. Every little movement he made caused my pulse to spike.

I bit my lip and rolled onto my side, hugging my pillow tightly, trying not to think about the last thirty minutes.

And dlowly I slipped into darkness.

The next morning came too quickly. I woke up feeling weird, my stomach still twisting at the thought of facing him. I got ready quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice my nervous energy, but as soon as I peeked out of the room, he was already dressed and sitting at his desk, staring at his notebook.

He didn’t look at me or even offer me a “good morning” greeting.

Spoilt brat.

I took my clothes and everything I needed to the bathroom. I made sure the door was bolted, to avoid bursting my cover.

I felt nervous as I walked into the rink, my nerves on edge. Teammates whispered behind my back, their eyes darting between me and William.

Conner noticed immediately and smirked, sensing an opportunity to rile me up. I tried to focus on drills, but my hands shook, and my movements felt clumsy.

William, standing on the sidelines, watched silently. His jaw was tight, and his eyes flicked to me more often than usual. I could feel the tension radiating from him, he seemed irritated by my clumsiness though he said nothing.

Every time I caught his gaze, my stomach did a little flip, and I reminded myself to breathe.

The drill turned into chaos when Conner deliberately collided with me during a scrimmage, sending me stumbling toward the boards. I felt my balance slip, and panic surged.

Before I could hit the ice, William was there. He grabbed me firmly, steadying my body and muttering something under his breath about carelessness. I blinked up at him, flustered and heart racing.

He looked frustrated, but there was something else in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite place.

“Play foul again and you’re off the team,” he said sharply, his voice low and dangerous. Conner froze, glancing from me to William and back, uncertain. The rest of the team went silent, all eyes on us.

I hugged my hockey stick tightly, cheeks burning, while William released me and turned his attention back to the drills, clearly struggling to regain his usual cold composure.

I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. He had stepped in, protected me, and somehow made my pulse spike in a way I wasn’t ready to handle.

After practice, he walked me back to the dorm in silence.

“Ummm, thank you for saving me out there” I tried to speak, make small talk, anything, but he ignored me completely.

His shoulders were stiff, his jaw set, and the faintest edge of tension in his chest made me bite my lip nervously.

Why was he ignoring me?, was he still mad at me because of last night's incident?. Different questions swirled through my mind

When we entered the room, and everything happened so quickly. One minute I was trying to shut the door, the next minute I was pulled by William and pinned on the wall.

My eyes widened in confusion as I wondered what was happening. William looked like he was having a hard time breathing, his face was twisted in pain and his that pinned me to the wall trembled.

I opened my mouth to ask him what was happening, when he suddenly fell to the ground with a loud thud.