Seven: Roommate

Roommate

Seven: Elijah

I feel my face is on fire as I scoop my underwear off the floor and put it in the top drawer of my dresser. “Wait a minute. I know who that is.” The feather light female voice says. Turning to look at her, I see her step forward pointing at me. “You’re Elijah Granger, aren’t you?” I gulp as I look at the other two as they stop laughing and are now staring at me. “No, it can’t be. The next Alpha King would have his own apartment. He wouldn’t be put in a dorm room.” The a*shole that called me a ‘Twink’ says.

I sigh as I ignore them and keep unpacking my bag. I hear them argue as I shake my head. As they still are debating on who I am when I feel a heavy hand land on my shoulder. I flinch back as I step away, his hand falling off of me. I look up at him as he gives me a hesitant smile. “Don’t worry about them, they’re not right in the head. I think I gave them brain damage in our early childhood.” I chuckle as he offers his hand. “Hi, I’m