Born To Be Alpha Forced To Be A Rogue

Chapter One: The Boy Everyone Should FearThe first rule Ryan had made for himself was simple: never let them see the wolf. Unfortunately, Bryan had just decided to break that rule. Why are you always alone? The question sliced through the noisy hallway, followed by a wave of laughter and curious whispers. Ryan stopped mid-step, his fingers tightening around the strap of his backpack as he stared at the floor for a moment. Not again. He slowly turned around, his gray eyes settling on Bryan, who stood several feet behind him with a smug grin spread across his face. His hands were buried casually inside the pockets of his uniform trousers, while William and Jackson stood on either side of him, wearing identical expressions of amusement. They looked like three predators who had finally cornered something they had been hunting all week.I asked you a question, Bryan called out, taking another step closer. Or are you too important to answer ordinary people? A few students nearby snickered,

Ryan had already prepared himself for rejection, but knowing it was coming didn’t make hearing the words any easier. He sat alone on the wooden bench outside Silvercrest High, his elbows resting against his knees as he stared at the empty courtyard. Most of the students had already gone home, leaving behind scattered leaves and the distant sound of traffic beyond the school gates. The golden rays of the setting sun stretched across the pavement, casting long shadows beneath the towering trees, while a cool evening breeze brushed against his face. Every few seconds, Ryan’s eyes drifted toward the entrance, silently hoping Betty would appear with a smile and tell him everything had worked out. Deep down, however, he already knew that wouldn’t happen. Jackson had looked at him with distrust from the moment they met, and Ryan couldn’t understand why today would be any different. His fingers tightened around the edge of the bench when hurried footsteps suddenly echoed across the courtyard

Ryan couldn’t move. The stranger stood only a few feet away, his silver eyes shining beneath the dim streetlight. For six years, Ryan had dreamed about those eyes. He had seen them in nightmares, in memories, and sometimes when he closed his eyes at night. But nightmares were easier to accept. This was real. His father was standing in front of him. Alive. Ryan’s chest tightened as his fingers curled into fists. Every part of him wanted to run, yet his legs refused to obey. Beside him, Betty glanced between Ryan and the stranger. Ryan, you know him, she whispered. Ryan swallowed hard. No. The stranger’s faint smile disappeared. You still lie when you’re afraid. Ryan’s heart dropped. That voice. He remembered it. A younger Ryan sitting beside a fireplace while his father taught him how to control his wolf. Never let your fear control you. Never show them your eyes. And whatever happens, Ryan, never reveal your blood. Ryan’s breathing became heavier as he stared at the man standing bef