CHAPTER SIX

Then a deep and sexy voice rumbles "what the fuck do you think your doing".

it's Damien and he's staring right at me literally burning a hole through my body and I feel exposed and embarrassed, I try to cover up but he just keeps staring at me...... does he really think all this is my fault of course he does everyone does.

"I...I...I am sorry I didn't me to upset you" I apologise , Tiffany smirks "Of course your sorry, what else can an Omega like you be other than than" she walks up to the alpha and holds his arms in a flirtatious attempt "don't worry alpha I'll teach her a lesson"

He looks at her but it isn't the face of someone being seduced "I was talking to you Tiffany, what's the meaning of this shitty performance your putting on have you no self respect?".

Tiffany looks shocked "but alpha she's just an Omega nothing more but she's also a stalker". He looks at her with an icy gaze and untangles his hand from hers with force causing her to stumble, her phone gets knocked out of her hand and falls.

Damien bends down to pick it up and as he does he accidentally puts on the phone and the look etched on his face is one of utter disgust, he turns the phone to face all of us "really Tiffany so whose the creep and dreamer now huh?".

Damien asks as he shows her phone.

it's her home screen it was a picture of a shirtless Damien taking a swim in the lake, his briefs hung lowly on his waist showing off his sexy narrow 'V' waist and arm tattoos, but there was something wrong with the picture and that was the angle the picture was taken unawares at a very far distance, I'm talking creepy stalker level distance.

The picture creeps some people out while others just laugh at her, Tiffany gets angry and storms off.

Damien walks over to me and wraps his blazer around me "hey Maria,.... you okay, let me walk you back" .

No I didn't want him to walk me back at all so I decline and walk off while he stares at me from behind.

I didn't want to be around him after all he is the notorious Blackwood Academy 'fuck boy' so I wanted nothing to do with him. I wasn't about to become another test subject for his sexcapades.

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Draven's POV

I see it before I even step fully into the hall.

She’s standing in the same corner, shoulders curled in, notebook clutched like it’s the only thing keeping her steady. A few students are still snickering, leaning toward each other, whispering. I don’t need to hear the words to know what they’re about.

Her.

They always are.

I lean against the railing for a second, watching. She's trying to take a picture of me, how annoying. She’s staring at her phone, fingers trembling slightly as she clutches the notebook under her arm.

Pathetic.

I step inside, and the room shifts immediately. People straighten, the laughter softening, turning into something more controlled. They always do that. They want to stay on my good side.

Someone smirks. “Perfect timing.”

I already know what’s coming.

They repeat what she wrote. The confession. The soft, hopeful words she probably thought no one would see. Each sentence sounds worse when they say it out loud, exaggerated and mocking.

I glance at her.

She looks like she’s trying not to disappear.

My jaw tightens—not because I feel bad. Just because this is inconvenient. I didn’t expect them to find out like this. I preferred things quiet. Controlled.

“Seriously?” I say lightly, shrugging. “I barely talk to her.”

The laughter comes instantly. Easy. Relieved.

“That’s weird,” I add. “Don’t make it a big deal.”

That’s all it takes. The class moves on, satisfied. The joke is finished.

But she doesn’t move.

She just stands there, still holding that notebook like it matters.

I watch her for a moment longer. The way her shoulders shake slightly. The way she keeps her eyes down.

I don’t understand how someone can be that weak.

Still… I walk over.

I stop beside her, leaning down just enough so no one else hears.

“Don’t listen to them,” I murmur.

She looks up slowly, like she didn’t expect me to speak at all. Her eyes are wide, uncertain. Hopeful.

That expression again.

It irritates me.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” I add quietly. “I just didn’t want them bothering you more.”

It’s easy. The words come naturally. I’ve done this before—soft voice, calm tone, just enough warmth to make her believe it.

Her grip tightens on the notebook. “It’s okay,” she whispers.

Of course it is.

I give her a small smile, then straighten and walk away.

Behind me, I can already hear someone whisper, “See? He’s being nice to her.”

Another laughs quietly.

I move away from her to find old friends, not bothering to respond. My brother glances at me briefly, like he’s trying to read something, but I ignore him.

I don’t look back at her.

There’s no point.

She’ll keep believing whatever I show her when we’re alone. She always does. A few quiet words, a small smile, maybe asking if she’s okay—it's enough.

She doesn’t realize how easy it is.

As I catch up with old friends, I feel someone staring at me and I turn my head in the direction and then she is again covered from head to toe in filth. How annoying I literally just left her side now and she's already being bullied. she looks at me with hopeful eyes like she expects me to come and save her, but hell no. There is no way I'd be caught dead helping an Omega like her so I ignore her she's not worth it after all. But Julian that Sourpuss decides to goodie goodie two shoes alpha and save her, normally I shouldn't be bothered and I'm not but what the fuck is he thinking helping that mistake I don't care if he's the alpha but if I didn't help her no one should, she doesn't deserve it .

To be honest if not for the bet my guys placed me to fuck her like three different times, I wouldn't be with this wolf less mistake, I didn't even want to fuck her sure she might have the biggest curves and hottest body but that's all she has and is and she keeps dodging my attempt to fuck her it's fucking annoying like who does she think she is. I am so glad that the one year I was away I made sure I fucked as many sexy whores as I could cause there was no way I was gonna enduring the urges caused by the full moon alone.

Anyways he gives her his blazer and says something to her she blushes and runs off.

she comes back later looking cleaned she sits in the desk farthest from me and god I'm relieved. when she's settled class resumes.

Across the room, someone tosses a small note onto her desk. She flinches, then slowly pushes it aside without opening it.

The class resumes. Normal. Calm.

I rest my chin in my hand, staring at the board while the teacher talks. But my eyes drift once more, just briefly.

She’s writing again. Carefully. Like every word matters.

I almost laugh.

She probably thinks I meant what I said.

That I’m protecting her.

That I care.

I look away before she can catch me watching.

It’s better that she keeps believing it.

It makes everything simpler.

I notice it again when the teacher starts writing on the board.

She’s not copying anything.

Her pencil moves slowly, carefully, like she’s afraid of making mistakes even on paper. Every few seconds she pauses, glances around, then keeps writing. Like she’s hiding something even when no one’s paying attention.

She probably is.

Maybe another entry about me.

The thought should bother me. Instead, it just feels… annoying. Heavy. Like she’s placing expectations on me without saying them out loud.

Someone behind her flicks the back of her chair with their foot. It scrapes loudly. She stiffens but doesn’t turn around.

“Hey,” they whisper. “Write about me too.”

A few quiet laughs follow.

She ignores them.

That surprises me more than anything. Usually she reacts—flinching, apologising, shrinking even more. Today she just keeps writing, like she’s somewhere else entirely.

My brother leans closer to me. “You’re just going to watch?” I don't even know why he's here is is a class here than the rest of us and graduating in the next few months but for some reason he just came to our class and plopped he s add down on the sit behind me saying that he was staying there today.

I shrug. “It’s not my problem.”

He studies me for a second but doesn’t push.

Across the room, the whispering continues. Someone nudges her shoulder. She shifts slightly, still not looking up.

She’s pretending none of it matters.

It doesn’t make her look stronger.

It just makes her look more… breakable.

I tap my pen against the desk, bored, waiting for the bell.