Chapter 4 ALPHA BULLY

Amber’s POV

The she-wolf pointed toward the wall and then walked away without saying a word. I glanced at the wall and saw two he-wolves absorbed in studying the campus map. They seemed oblivious to my presence as I stood behind them, waiting for them to move aside. But they remained engrossed, blocking my view without any intention of moving.

Annoyed by their lack of consideration, I decided to speak up. "Um, excuse me. I'm running late for class. I would like to see the map, please," I said bluntly, hoping to get their attention.

The handsome-looking he-wolves finally turned to look at me, their colorful eyes scanning me from top to bottom. Their next words caught me off guard. "What in the world? What the fuck are you doing at this university?" one of them inquired, his tone filled with disgust.

"I-I got admitted," I replied, my voice steady, refusing to let their prejudice affect me.

Their response only powered my determination. "Oh, yeah, I heard they have started accepting poor students with brains, but no one told me they would be accepting a weird-looking omega like you," the other boy scoffed, reluctantly moving aside to let me see the map.

A small smile touched my lips, not letting their offensive comments get to me. I focused on the map, finding the directions I needed for my class. As I turned to leave, one of the boys reached out and grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. I looked at him, puzzled by the rush of emotions coursing through me.

"MATE!!" It was as if my wolf had gone mad, calling him my mate when I had convinced myself that I didn't have one. He appeared like a bully in his all-white uniform that was completely different from ours, with an air of danger surrounding him.

"Mate!!!" My wolf, Raven exclaimed again.

"After class, come and see me, and here is my card," he commented, his voice strangely soft, before walking away.

Confused and dazed, I scrutinized the business card he had given me. It bore his name and contact information, his name was Xavier, and for some odd reason, I was a little interested.

A million questions danced around in my mind. Why would he want to see me? Was it because I was his mate? Who was he to disrupt the walls I had built around my heart? And why did my wolf respond to him so fiercely, and now?

Shaking off the encounter, I made my way to class. I scanned the classroom, searching for an empty seat. Just as I was about to settle into an empty seat on the second row, a she-wolf sitting nearby claimed the seat, placing her hand on it.

"Someone’s already here," she declared, and I could tell she was lying through her teeth.

Disappointment spiked in my chest. I glanced around and spotted an empty seat in the second-to-last row at the back of the class. I let out a long sigh before walking over to the chair and sitting on it.

As the class started, I tried to engage myself in the lesson, pushing thoughts of the encounter and the lingering presence of my mate from my mind. But fate seemed to have other plans, just as I started to relax and listen to the beautiful teacher.

The chair I was seated in betrayed me, collapsing with a loud thud, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself sprawled on the floor, my books scattered around me. Loud laughter exploded from the class, mocking me as I lay on the floor, feeling a pain in my buttocks.

Anger and embarrassment flooded my belly. I mustered the strength to get up, my cheeks burning with humiliation. As I began to gather my books from the floor, I noticed a pair of expensive sneakers approaching me.

I looked up to see a handsome guy with shiny blonde hair that touched his shoulders, his green eyes fixed on me as he helped pick up one of my fallen books that was close to him.

The students' whispers increased as my eyes lingered on him a little longer.

"MATE!!" My wolf screamed inside of me, recognizing him as our mate.

"What the hell does that mean? Does that mean we have two—" Raven interrupted me before I could finish my speech.

"Yes, darling, we have two mates," she commented and continued. "This one seems okay, compared to the bully we just met."

I blew out a long breath, unable to keep up with the day’s wild rollercoaster of emotions, but it seemed like my second mate was indeed nice, because he stared at the back of the book and proceeded to pick another one and then another, until he was drawing closer to me.

A small swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I couldn’t help but smile as I continued to gather my books. It was cliché, but I found myself enjoying this meet-cute.

"What the fuck is Alpha Mason doing, picking up books for that ugly duckling?" a student commented, his words piercing through me.

"He is just being kind to the new student," another student added, defending the blonde guy.

"Once he realizes she is from the Woodland Pack that tried to harm him, things will change, just trust me," another voice whispered in the crowd.

With the books in my left hand, I found myself holding onto the last one as the blond guy reached for it at the same time.

Our hands brushed, and the butterflies started up again, and I felt so awkward. He picked up the last book and stood in front of me. "Thank you for helping me to pick up my books, give them here," I said, extending my hand to him.

"Here, take it," he declared, and to my greatest surprise, he quickly released the books, causing the others I had been holding to clatter to the floor in a loud thud.

The butterflies in my stomach escaped all at once, and the lump in my throat grew, it was totally unexpected.

"Oops, sorry," he apologized, his gaze fixed on the fallen books, before abruptly walking away.

Laughter floated from the throats of the students once again, directed at my expense. I squatted down, fighting back tears, as I gathered my scattered books, faster this time.

Their mocking voices reduced as I noticed the teacher’s disapproving glare. Despite our differences, she seemed to share my displeasure with the class's treatment.

With my books back in order, I stood at the back of the classroom, searching for another seat. Unexpectedly, the teacher pointed out an empty seat next to Alpha Asshole, or whatever his name was, who had caused a commotion.

Restless anger churned beneath my skin, but I gathered my belongings and walked over, taking the seat beside him.

As Alpha Mason adjusted himself in his seat, I couldn't help but notice the way he sniffed the air, his comment slicing through the air. "Something smells strong and unpleasant, almost like an ugly omega," he remarked, igniting a burst of laughter from the she-wolves in the class.

The teacher's patience was spent as she snapped at the students, reprimanding them for their behavior toward me. The classroom quieted down, and I felt a little better, blinking back the tears that were striving to come out of my eyes.

In an attempt to move forward, the teacher started an introduction session. Each student stepped forward to share a bit about themselves. Alpha Mason's arrogance was met with adoration from the class, while my own introduction was met with jeers and mockery.

After the lunch break, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day. As the heartless students started to leave the school grounds, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was a call from my father.

"Pumpkin, I'm on my way to pick you up, but I will be a little late. I hope you can manage." He informed me over the phone.

My heart skipped a beat as my wolf howled in my head. "It turns out I was wrong about Alpha Mason," Raven said in my head.

"It’s not your fault, I should have seen it coming. No one in this school wants us here," I muttered under my breath.

My eyes drifted to the card the mysterious he-wolf had given to me, and I tossed it to the floor. "There is no way in hell I am calling that son of a bitch, they are all heartless and spoiled kids from privileged backgrounds, and I want nothing to do with them. I just wish they would leave me alone." I lamented.

"Pumpkin, are you still there?" My father’s voice yanked me back to reality.