Chapter 4. A Glimpse of the Hierarchy

Alice POV

I didn’t expect to see Sabrina, the head of the sorority, walking toward us. 

She and Melinda were usually rivals, competing over clothes, parties, boyfriends, everything. Normally, they shouldn’t be siding together anyway. 

With a fake smile, Sabrina, with her followers, stood next to Melinda.

She looked at me with a look of novelty, her tone soft as if she were talking to some little pet. "Oh, you poor little thing, must have been dreaming of Dean’s charity, do you?”

“What are you doing here?”  Melinda was clearly aroused by Sabrina's competitive spirit. She gave me a hard push and pushed me among her sisters, who then pinned me to the ground, unable to move. "This is me teaching my slave. It has nothing to do with you!"

“Oh really?” Sabrina carelessly fiddled with her beautiful fingernails while she took out some sort of sticker. “Well,  I’m here under the Nelsons’ commission, to pass something.”

Melinda's eyes widened as soon as she heard the names of the Nelson brothers. She gave me a fierce gouge, but surprisingly, she signaled her sisters to let me go.

I staggered to my feet, dusted off my clothes, and was a little surprised that the name Nelsons was so effective.

"Here," She said, sticking the sticker in her hand onto my collar, "Take this and see it as your honor."

I looked down at the sticker. It seemed ordinary, like a red flag. It was hard to believe that the famous chief of the sorority would condescend to pass it on to me.

After that, she stepped back a few steps, reaching out her hand, a beta girl behind her took out a handkerchief, and she gently wiped her fingers with it, looking as if afraid that the dirt on my body would dirty her.

“Oh, by the way, Dean told me himself how much he despises girls like you.” 

With that, Sabrina strutted off, leaving Melinda and me behind.

I stood there, completely at a loss. But Melinda didn’t look as furious as before.

She glanced at the sticker on my collar, then let out a dramatic little laugh.

“Well,” she said, voice dripping with fake amusement, “for a second, I actually thought Aiden might like you. What a joke.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Ugly and stupid—I was seriously pissed.”

She exchanged a knowing look with the girls flanking her, then smirked with exaggerated pity.

“Whatever. Let’s leave her to the twins. They’ll have their fun.”

With that, they turned on their heels—sneering, satisfied—and sauntered off like I wasn’t even worth another glance.

***

I dragged myself to my desk, only to find my friends, Liz and Beatrice, already there with a bucket and rag, trying to clean something off my desk. Liz quickly nudged Beatrice as I approached, but it was too late—I’d already seen the words they hadn’t finished wiping away.

“GOLD DIGGER!”

“OMEGA SLUT!”

“WOLFLESS HUMAN!”

“Oh, no… Seriously?” I groaned in frustration, collapsing into my chair, shoving everything aside. I laid my head on the desk, the weight of it all finally crashing down on me. The pain I’d been holding in flooded my chest. Dean... Did he see my letter too? Was he mocking me with them? I thought he was different.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Beatrice said, trying to comfort me. “Those jerks have always looked down on low-rank students like us. Now that the twins posted your picture, they’re just using it as an excuse.”

“Liz!” Liz hissed in warning, but it was too late.

I shot upright in my seat. “The twins posted my picture to the school group?! Those bastards!”

Realizing they couldn’t hide it anymore, Liz pulled up her phone and handed it to me. 

On the page was Ethan’s smug face as the avatar, and the post had been marked with the “hot” symbol:

“Looks like someone’s got a loyal admirer. @Dean Wilson This lovely girl said you’re a million times better Alpha than my brother. What do you think?”

The attached images include a full photo of my ID picture and a photo of my letter on the dashboard.

In the comments section, a bunch of familiar names praised Dean and the twins, while mocking me without restraint. Many of them even photoshopped my ID picture into ridiculous memes.

My fists clenched. I knew the twins would retaliate, but I never imagined Ethan would go so far as to publicly post my letter in the school group chat and even call Dean out directly. The only relief I had was that Dean hadn’t responded. My eyes burned, tears threatening to spill over. Alphas were always like this, hurting others for fun with a crowd of sycophants cheering them on.

The thought that I had, for a second, thought he was a nice person made me want to knock some sense into yesterday’s version of myself.

“What exactly happened last night?” Liz handed me a tissue and asked, while Beatrace hugged my shoulders apologetically.

The bell rang, signaling the start of Werewolf History lesson. Luckily, those high-rank students wouldn’t choose such an "uncool" class. During the lesson, I messaged Liz and Beatrace furiously, explaining everything that had happened the previous night.

As soon as class was over, the three of us rushed to the schoolyard to chat.

“So he kissed you? Why did he kiss you?” Beatrice asked, her rapid-fire questions showing just how excited she was. “No, no, the real question is, how did he taste? I heard he’s a master, girls even post online celebrating after getting laid by him!”

“That’s not the point, Beatrice!” Liz interjected, her face full of concern and confusion. “What I’m more curious about is, why are these Alphas suddenly using online forums? Don’t they usually look down on human things? I didn’t think this post would cause such a stir.”

Beatrice stuck out her tongue, apologizing, “Sorry, Al, I just got carried away. As for the forums, you know Ethan. He’s always been into new things. Even though some of the girls hate human stuff, they’d overlook that just to get close to the twins.”

“I didn’t even know the Nelson brothers had that much charm,” I said, self-deprecatingly. “Sure, the girls want to be future Lunas, but the twins are still in training. They’re nowhere near as attractive as the seniors who’ve already inherited the Alpha titles, right?”

“Oh, they’re following the twins not just because they’re Alphas. In fact, they’re the Alpha of Alphas. Don’t be fooled by how those Alpha and Beta rank guys act all high and mighty around us. When it comes to the four of them, even the older Alphas have to listen.”

Speak of the devil. As the three of us walked across the field, we suddenly heard a group of girls screaming. We looked over to see the Nelson twins walking in from outside, both wearing tight training clothes, apparently going toward the training yard.

If I were being honest, they were indeed a sight.

But as they stopped in front of me and my girls, all I felt was anger that had been suppressed this whole day.

"Hello, little Alice. Are you satisfied with what you saw?"