I don’t get special treatment from the teacher, I work hard to get my A’s, Sir” I sighed. I swear I almost vomit in my own mouth every time I have to call this piece of shit Alpha or Sir. His father Culio was a true Alpha, a really good man and I had the utmost respect for him and wouldn’t mind for a second calling him Alpha or Sir. His son though is a different story, I don’t know where he got his demeanor from but definitely not from his father.
“That’s more like it little brat. However I still feel a bit offended you ignored me in the first place, I guess you need to be reminded of your place in this pack. Bow down to me.” I heard him speak while other students started filling out the hallway, bringing out their phones from their pockets to start filming the occasion. Just f*cking great, another one of these days and it’s only the first day back. I heard the chuckles and whispers calling me pathetic, weak, ugly and every other name in the book while I reluctantly bowed down to avoid further issues.
Hurting my ego tremendously. F*cker. Right then I was literally saved by the bell, as the bell rang signaling for everyone to get to class. If it hadn’t, I am positive their bullying would have went on as I always seemed to be Chris’ favorite target.
As Nadia and I finally got to class, we were met with a beaming Jason waving for us to come sit with him, as we always did. Nadia and Jason really are something else, both such enthusiastic and kind people. I would really miss them next year if our paths went our separate ways. Which was bound to happen, unless the Moon Goddess would have found empathy for me and mated me to Jason and we would be able to tag along with Nadia to whichever pack she would find her mate in. Although I’m not attracted to Jason in that way, he is one of the kindest souls I have ever met and being mated to him would not be that bad.
And as I detest all other males, I would reject anyone other than him in a heartbeat anyway. I have a feeling Jason really does like me that way already though and somehow I hope I will be able to return the favor once we have both turned eighteen and are able to point out our mates.
As Mr. Douglas is starting class I can still feel burning eyes, whispers and laughs circulating the classroom about the events in the hallways earlier. But I am nothing if not determined, and so I block out everything except Mr. Douglas and the book in front of me. It is only then I notice Mr. Douglas was actually presenting a new student to the classroom. Maybe the whispers weren’t for me after all? That thought quickly faded however as the new guy – named Sebastian apparently – sits down on the table next to me and I hear Melissa, the cheerleading captain, yell “careful when sitting next to that walking disease case, she might be contagious!”.
Even though she is a total b*tch, I wish I would look more like her to blend into the crowd. In a world of werewolves where the hair color is predominantly black, eye color predominantly dark toned and all the females have a slender build, I look like a freak of nature with my ash blonde hair, green eyes and curvy body. Which I always hide in obnoxiously large clothes and my hair tucked in a bun, in hopes of standing out less. Although Nadia and Jason always call me pretty, I know it is just out of love and their kind hearts, bless them for trying though. The general concept of pretty for werewolves is black hair and slender build and I am neither.
Gritting my teeth to not say anything to the hag’s attempt to get into good graces with Chris by insulting me, I suddenly hear the new guy pipe up from the table beside me “I prefer sitting here actually and oh by the way – my parents actually cared enough for me to get my vaccinations when I was a pup so I’ll be just fine sitting here, thanks”. As Nadia, Jason and I all looked at each other we had to really work hard to stifle a laughter as Melissa’s eyes were widened in shock and she sat down without uttering another word. I gave a small smile to the new guy, although I wasn’t sure why I did as I generally don’t like other people. Something about him seemed different though. He did have the characteristic black werewolf hair, but his eyes were a vibrant green, similar to mine.
But what mostly seemed different than the others in school was his attitude. As I was taking in his appearance I noticed Chris from the back of the room watching us like a hawk, so I quickly diverted my gaze and went back to class.
Lola POV
The remainder of the classes went pretty much the same as the first until the bell rang and it was time for lunch. Nadia, Jason and I caught up together by the lockers and went to the cafeteria. As I was scooping up a big pile of food as always, I could hear the usual giggles and sh*ts saying “no wonder she is so fat! She eats like a dude” “should chubby chubs really be piling up more?!” “she will never get a guy with a body like that, not even the mate bond would save her from getting rejected!”. Jason was standing next to me in line and gave me a comforting smile.
After checking our food out we went to sit at the first empty table we could find. Digging into my food, listening to Nadia’s chatter, Jason suddenly says “look over there” and nodded towards Ashton approaching the new guy who was just checking out his food. Surely Ashton was inviting him over to their popular kids table, as the new guy was quite handsome and muscular I guess. And as he should, all of those types usually tend to blend in together don’t they?
As I kept shoving the food into my mouth – yes, actually shoving, I also lacked some basic lady-like manners some would say. And who cares, I am the outcast already anyways, might as well live up to expectations. I hear a small gasp from Nadia and Jason as I look up to see the new guy brushing Ashton off and heading towards our table. What the f*ck? He didn’t even ask us if it was ok for him to sit down with us, he just put his tray on the table and sat down while saying “Hi!”.
Now this is the kind of attitude I would have if I had been as strong and muscled as he is. As we are all still somewhat in shock of his actions – and by the looks on his face, so is Ashton who just got blown off – all of us manage to say a feeble “hi” in return. As I watch a fuming Ashton head over to Chris, who is just glaring daggers at our table, I can’t help but whisper to the new guy “dude, do you know what you have just done? Ashton is the best friend and future Beta of Chris, the future Alpha”. As he only responds with “yeah, I know” with a smirk on his face.
As lunch went on we continued to talk to the new guy – sorry, Sebastian – and got to know he was from the neighboring pack called Pine Press. He moved to my pack with his mother as their pack was falling apart rapidly. Alpha Culio was kind enough to let them in. He was a similar age to us, the difference being that he had just turned eighteen already and had gotten his wolf. Unlike me, he was eager to find his mate now.
Mates could only find each other once they had both become of age and have gotten their wolves. I was only eager to get my wolf and if I happened to be mated to Jason that would be alright, but eager would be a whole other word for it. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and we all went to our next class. The rest of the day went the same as always and soon Nadia, Jason and I were walking out the school. As always I separate ways from them here and head to the next human town for my MMA and Krav Maga lessons, which was about a 15 minute walk from school the opposite way of home, and later in the evening another 40 minutes back home.
But I don’t mind the solo time as I always put in my air pods and put on some music to get me riled up for my lessons.
After a solid 2 hour session of letting all my frustrations out and after having a nice hot shower at the compound, I start my walk back home. Upon passing the pack borders and getting closer to home, I suddenly start feeling really uneasy in a way I have never felt before on my walks, as if there is someone watching me. As I turn off my air pods and scan the surrounding area, there is nothing I can see which is causing this uneasy feeling for me. It is however really dark and as I don’t have a wolf yet I am not able to see as clearly as those who do, so I raise my voice and ask “who is out there?”. As if anyone watching me would be dumb enough to pipe up now and tell me they are being a creep, but I had to try it anyway.
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