Chapter 6: He is a drug.

Devereaux got off a black motorcycle and swaggered towards an old looking house. The teen was decked in the darkest thing he could find from his closet, putting on his black long polo which somehow constricted around his thick hard muscles, and purely ripped black jeans almost utterly torn around the thighs. His auburn hair which was the brightest thing on him as his head was covered by the black wool beanie on his head, allowing only small locks to fall on his black onyx eyes.

Knock, knock, he rapped his long fingers on the wooden door of the Moonchild house and tightened his hold on the handle of his bag behind him.

Again he rapped his hand on the door and quickly this time the door was opened. "Hi!" A loud voice squeaked upon seeing Devereaux.

Devereaux blinked comically, and allowed his black eyes to maneuver from the crown of her black locks past her delicate pale face with light makeup on, past her slim figure which looked voluptuous because of the fitted clothes she had on.

"Hello, Moonchild," he gruffly replied, stressing himself from allowing his face to twist into a look of satisfaction from how much her look for the day matched his desires.

Ayo beamed, spreading her lips to smile too excitedly. Devereaux's lips twitched at her joyful expression…. The girl looked like she had seen Santa Claus himself while sometimes she looked at him with a strong dislike.

Devereaux said nothing, standing there for what felt like a minute and studied her happy look. If… just if he were capable of understanding the things that made people feel he could've felt something other than interest while he stared into the eyes of a girl that reminded him of a mural of an angel.

Suddenly Ayo's eyes turned wide and her smile turned down. "I'm-I'm sorry, please come in." She shifted away from the door, and gestured for him to come in.

She could not believe she had stood there and looked at him. Granted he was beautiful to look at, reminding her of some kind of elite warrior, she had still embarrassed herself smiling at him like that.

Her eyebrows dipped, forming creases on her forehead, her lips pursed and her eyes hardened. She had to behave herself during their project, she had just lost her long term boyfriend and she should not be thinking of another boy in such a way. Let alone Devereaux Rosalind.

She allowed herself to carry the usual hateful expression she carried whenever Devereaux was around. This was the only thing she could do, lie…. Lie that she didn't think anyone else besides Roland was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.

Devereaux nodded stiffly and entered the house. It was smaller than he was used to but he didn't say so, simply looking down at the small girl who was chewing her lips and looking anywhere but him. He wondered why she hated looking at him so much but when she did she looked entranced then it would slowly change to a disgusted look. He agreed that he was ugly but wasn't she being dramatic?

"Where should we begin?"

She snapped her neck towards him, looking confused like her mind had been somewhere else. "Hm?" She hummed.

"The project, Moonchild, where should we begin the project?" He emphasized. God he hated talking so much.

She nodded eagerly, still straining to keep her expression hateful. "My room should be fine right?"

Devereaux was not sure why she was confirming from him but the act nearly made the stoic expression soften to one of interest. He found it interesting how Ayo Moonchild hated him sometimes yet whenever they had crossed parts she always acted like she needed his permission.

The memories were very clear in his mind.

"Can I?" Ayo asked Devereaux with her coin in her hand, who happened to have gotten to the Soda machine before her.

"I thought I could go first," Ayo said to Devereaux after she had accidentally gotten in front of him to enter the class first.

"May I?" Ayo asked Devereaux, who happened to be holding the basket ball that had been accidentally thrown to his direction.

Yes, she always indirectly asked his permission. He wondered why. They entered the room and Ayo closed the door after him.

"I thought your parents wouldn't want you to close the door with a boy in here?"

Ayo felt dumbstruck by the question. It would never stop being strange watching Devereaux speak so much. His face remained so cold that she wasn't sure if he was being humorous with his words.

What should I say? "My parents trust me, besides they've heard of Devereaux Rosalind, they know nothing would ever happen between us." Ayo giggled after saying.

Her eyes darted towards Devereaux who did nothing in reply and the giggling stopped. Only then did she realize what she had said. Why did she make it sound like she hated him? Well she did right? I hate him… I don't? Maybe just a little? Why do I even hate him again? Her internal rambling kept going on.

Devereaux was wrong. He had thought that the girl liked him a lot more than she hated him but he had gotten over himself, people didn't like him besides wanting a hard quick fuck. Nothing new than just another person hating him.

Devereaux didn't let the frown that threatened to appear on his face whenever she looked at everything but him and when she did look at him with disgust. He kept up his stoic expression and brought down his bag. "I did a little research on Rosago last night. There isn't a lot of history about him on the internet."

He dropped down on her bed and brought out a laptop from his bag. "Apparently he's nicknamed General-" he stopped, looking towards Ayo who stood frozen.

Ayo hadn't expected the random change of topic. She also hadn't expected him to just casually sit on her bed. She stopped a whimper from climbing her throat when his black eyes darted at her. They were emotionless yet seemed to send an electric jolt all over her body. Ayo's chest was rising and falling when his eyes moved from her to the bed, obviously gesturing for her to sit next to him.

She breathed through her nose and Devereaux instantly thought here it was again. She had switched personalities again, changing from the teenager who hated him, was disgusted by him like most people, to the girl who gazed up at him like she had seen something…. Good. The word made him cringe.

She moved like a lifeless puppet, unable to stop her clouded mind from following the unspoken order and sat on the bed next to him. Heat flooded out from her body, and suddenly she felt like she was burning. They had been this close only in the rain before and at her party. It made a hair rising heat slither from her spine down to her cunt which was slowly turning wet.

"Hm," Devereaux nodded, feeling pleased at her yet again unexpected submission. "This is the page I got little information on Rosago from."

Ayo's eyes travelled from his face, his tanned skinned face with sharp features, and the brightest of hair that escaped the beanie and relaxed on his stone cold face. Her breasts were beginning to become affected as well and her nipples began to harden through her white singlet. She didn't even know why she wore these stupid clothes.

She reluctantly for her sanity left his face and tried looking down at what he was showing her but…. Her hazel eyes accidentally met with his crotch. He wasn't hard. She could tell that much but even the slightly baggy jeans could not hide the bulge. She tried to stop her brain from asking herself the question but couldn't…. How big was he?

She involuntarily licked her lips, feeling her cunt turn wetter and her little clit beginning to turn into a throbbing nub.

"Confused?" A hoarse voice broke her trance.

Her eyes left his bulge and travelled to his black eyes. "Hm?" Was the best she could manage.

She saw his upper lip twitch. "I was as well, the article says Rosago is the hound of vengeance, the justice for the innocent, the blazing sword for the damaged, yet it also says he is an evil Lycan, bred from the ruins of hell." She watched his tongue pierced with a silver nub peak out to moisten his lips. "What do you think?"

She quickly looked away from him. "I- I think he's good."

He tilted his head to the side. "Good?" Fingers stroked his chin. "I don't think so. He is after all the Lycan who massacred thousands, I mean just because someone is damaged doesn't make them completely innocent. There's no such thing as a 'good' demon, they're all monsters."

Ayo couldn't help the small smile that surfaced on her face. "You talk as if you've met a demon before."

He shook his head, looking away from her and narrowing his black eyes towards the framed picture of Ayo and Roland. "I thought you would've burnt that."

Ayo frowned but her smile didn't fall. "Why would I burn it?"

His black eyes turned to her, his eyes staring deep into hers. "Did he not hurt you?" He muttered.

Ayo's face burned red. He had hurt her. She hasn't loved Roland but she hadn't expected their years together to go to waste like that. If he had found his mate he should have told her. She had heard how overwhelming a mate bond could be and she would have let him go if that was what he wanted.

"He did, but we've known each other far too long for me to burn our memories together like that. We were friends first after all." Her face turned saucer talking about this, she felt embarrassed because the truth was she hadn't burnt the picture because she had been too lazy to. Inside she wanted to smash everything he owned for his betrayal.

She didn't spend years avoiding Devereaux Rosalind like a plague so she would not have so much as lewd thoughts of him so Roland could just cheat like it was nothing.

Her face was turning hotter from his intent staring. His black eyes bored into hers, seeming to be searching for something in her eyes as he looked back and forth.

Suddenly. "You are a terrible liar." Devereaux drawled, almost sounding bored as he looked away from her.

She jolted, taken unaware by the sudden words. How could he tell she was lying? And what was his reaction? Was she boring him?

He then pulled out his ringing phone from his pocket. He stared at his phone screen before chucking his phone back inside his pocket. His usual cold expression morphed into solemn one, grave and almost deathly chilling.

"I'm leaving, I'll call you to clarify our schedules, yeah?" He said, placing his laptop back into his bag and began walking away.

Ayo was stunned. She followed him almost dumbfounded and unable to find words as he hastily jogged down the stairs.

"My wolves are getting antsy, Robert. What was I to do? Ancestral magic was found on the spot the man and daughter were killed."

"Damn you, Greystone! My daughter has nothing to do with these death,"

"Only Ayo possesses Ancestral magic….." the man trailed off when Ayo cleared her throat.

Devereaux and Ayo stood together watching the pairing discuss. A broad man with short blonde hair and honey brown eyes stared intently at Devereaux.

Ayo laughed dryly. "Good afternoon Mr. Greystone, Hi Jaxon," Ayo greeted Jaxon standing behind his father. Jaxon replied with a wide smile and a wave at her.

"Dad, this is my project partner-"

Robert sauntered towards Devereaux and latched his hand into Devereaux's. The boy arched an eyebrow at the action but said nothing.

"Hello, I'm Robert Moonchild. Were you just in my daughter's room?"

Ayo quickly cut in. "Dad, this is Devereaux." She gestured at Devereaux.

Robert's eyes momentarily widened knowingly. "Oh you're Devereaux? My daughter has spoken so much about you."

Devereaux coldly stared down at the hand shaking his own hand then to Robert and then to Ayo. Ayo chewed her lips knowing how closed off and awkward Devereaux was. Then…. An unexpected act happened…. The auburn haired boy spread his lips, allowing his firm lips to curl up into a kind smile.

Ayo's eyebrows reached her hairline and her eyeballs nearly fell out. "Nice to meet you Mr. Moonchild." Devereaux greeted back

Robert dropped the hand. "So Devereaux are you…..?"

Ayo stepped in front of them. "Nope, he was just leaving." Ayo didn't want it to end up as another embarrassing meeting with her father telling her friends childhood stories and sometimes even showing pictures.

"Oh Okay." Robert agreed.

Devereaux didn't say anything before leaving. Ayo closed the door after him and turned back to the pairing.

"Ayo…. There's something we need to-" Jaxon started.

"Traces of Ancestral magic was found at two crime scenes with similar murders. Your coven has summoned you for questioning."

Ayo froze. Hm, what now?