Chapter 2

AVA

I make my way to the only vacant seat, gripping my books tightly in my hands. If he weren't looking at me, I would have been rolling my eyes at the sight of him. I could feel his eyes on me and my body making me cringe on the inside. There are over 40 students here, but I could only see him, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Jet black hair, square jawline, perfectly chiseled face, and glowing amber eyes were staring deep into me like massive fire. Not to mention for a teenager, he was a hunk. He was wearing all black, except for his fit white shirt, complete with black leather jacket, shiny black boots and black tattered pants. Hmm.

Seeing him up close, I get why the girls swoon at his feet. He's a god wanna-be.

The professor clears his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. Shit. Didn't realize I was standing there gawking at the big jerk. I then turn around and force my gaze away from him. The whole time I felt his eyes on me, my heart is beating rapidly in my chest.

Okay, Ava. You're just anxious, relax. It'll just be for one hellish hour. I can make it. All I have to do is block him from my senses. I don't want to hear him doing anything or even the sound of him breathing loudly through my ears else I might pass out.

"Ahh!" When I was about to sit on the chair, placing my books on the desk, my butt shockingly hit the floor rather than the smooth surface of the armchair.

I held my butt which was aching painfully and glared at the smirking bastard right behind me.

"Ava Williams! Didn't your parents teach you about manners while in class?!" Mr. Gordon was now furious.

"Won't happen again, Sir," I assured him before pulling my seat back to my butt.

"Oh, it better be." He threw me a last glare before turning to face the chalkboard. He was writing something we could barely make out.

Everyone looked at me with sympathetic eyes. Although the teacher knew that the person behind me was the one who pulled the chair abruptly for me to miss, it was obvious he was scared of him. I heard Mr. Gordon was from the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack, and he had to deal with Alpha Mason if he were to give his child a scolding.

"She's hot. I didn't know why I haven't noticed her before," Preston whispered to Hunter in a low voice.

I mentally rolled my eyes, not wanting to be their main subject at the moment.

I heard Hunter growl lowly, which made my brows furrow at his response.

Why the hell is he growling over someone checking me out? The answer to that is well beyond me. And what does he care?

"Hey bro, watch this," Preston whispered again.

I felt a small crumpled paper hit my head after that. It was obviously a bait. They want me to embarrass myself a second time in this class. Well, I got news for them. They were not getting any satisfaction from me, so I ignored the crumpled papers they were throwing my way. It was practically raining small rolled papers in my area. Some of them had even gotten to my hair and I wished I could rake my head and throw them all at them, especially that jerk.

Groaning, I glued my eyes to the professor who chose not to call out Preston Wayne, the future beta of their pack, and Hunter. I didn't want to ask my friends for help either because I didn't want them to get caught in the bad light.

All of a sudden, the paper balls stopped. For a moment there I was relieved. They probably got bored and decided to leave me alone. Thank Goddess for knocking some sense into them.

Soon the class ended and Mr. Gordon was the first one striding out of the room. I was about to get up from being sat on the chair when suddenly I felt cold water splash on my delicate skin through the thick layer of my top.

"Seriously?!" I jolted my head up to face the bastard again. Standing up, I wondered whether I was still in my sitting position or he was just freaking taller than me. My height is an average of 5'1 and a half. On the other hand, I'm guessing Hunter must be six foot four because I was looking up at the sky just to see him face to face.

"Might wanna clean that up, Omega." He smirked at me, then turned around to walk away.

Right. Out of all the things he could call me, he had to call me by my rank. Werewolves can know your rank just by the smell of your scent.

Yeah, I'm an omega and I was raised in a simple, peaceful household by my hella awesome parents who didn't have a single care about the world or what they would throw at us.

Our pack, the Wildfang Shadows Pack, is quite an awesome one. Alpha Mark wanted his pack members to treat everyone equally, and so they did.

It makes me think the Cruelcrest Hound Pack likes to exude dominance and power more strongly than our pack. No wonder Hunter Ysrael has gotten a big head.

My blood is boiling in anger at his cockiness. Just because he is the son of an Alpha, doesn't mean he can go around messing with people he doesn't even know.

No matter how much I wanted to pounce at his back, I held my seething anger inside and stood in the middle of the room for a while, breathing in and out deeply to calm myself. Axel and Amy approached me with concerned looks.

"Don't let him get to you, Ava. He just likes messing with all the gorgeous people in town." Axel joked, making me blush slightly and I smile.

"I won't Axel. He isn't worth thinking of anyway." I added.

Amy looked at the two of us with furrowed brows.

"Y'all don't know what you're talking about. Hunter Ysrael is one of the strongest wolves in all packs combined! At the mere age of nine, he was the first werewolf to shift! I heard he helps his father lead the pack and even leads all their hunts! He's THE Hunter Ysrael and worth all the recognition he can get." Axel and I exchanged looks and had a mutual understanding at that point.

Amy is in love with someone who dated a hundred girls in just one month.

Still, it would be bad if we were to push her buttons now, so we just zipped our mouths shut.

"Whatever you say, Amy. I need to go to the bathroom." I excused myself and headed straight outside.

I locked the door in the toilet in a hurry. Luckily, I was wearing another top over my thick turtle neck long-sleeve Hunter just purposely spilled his water on. I grunted in annoyance as I got my turtle neck off. I didn't want to take my protection off. I shouldn't have to.

This is all because of that arrogant douche who thinks he can do whatever he wants to all girls he's taken an interest with.

But I refuse to be one of those girls, blinded by their obsession with him.

I got out of the toilet, holding my wet turtle neck in one hand. I hid it in my medium-sized shoulder bag and took out my comb.

Looking at the mirror, I let the comb slide down my long, platinum-white hair that cascaded my shoulders down to my heart-shaped ass. I liked it long since the last time I decided to cut it. It hurt me so much to see pieces of my hair fall to the ground. Just like that. Somehow my hair makes me feel…powerful. I chuckle to myself. Weird, right? It's just hair, but I always felt like it's the most precious friend a girl could have.

The truth is, my hair was another one of my assets that didn't fail to bring me more attention than I would want. But I didn't mind. What people think of me is the least of my worries right now.

I shifted my focus back to my reflection in the mirror. I was indeed an omega, but why do I look very different from the rest of them? I had purple eyes, high cheekbones, and naturally fair skin. Now without my turtle neck on, I was only wearing a white silk cami top paired with tattered acid-washed denim pants.

Sighing, I shoved my comb back into my shoulder bag and walked out of the bathroom. I suppose Axel and Amy had already gotten to the next class. It's the last one before we head home.

I walked down the hallway in a rush. No one else was present in the area as classes might have already started and I lost track of time.

The door to my class was just straight up ahead. However, as I was getting closer to the door, someone abruptly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to a dark room. My back painfully collided with the wall.

Fuck.

I didn't have my wolf yet. I couldn't see anything in the dark. I dreaded still being 17 and not being able to shift yet. My birthday is tomorrow, and I was hoping this guy had postponed this to tomorrow so I could see him. From his scent alone, I could tell the guy was a male.

He gripped my arms too tight, and I groaned.

"Stop! You're hurting me." I tried to release myself from his grasp, but he wouldn't let me.

"Am I, omega?" That voice!

My entire body froze and I stopped breathing for a second.

I know this voice, and the only person who'd be calling me by the name omega would be none other than...

Hunter Ysrael.