Semua Bab THE ALPHA WHO HATED ME: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 21EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEWThe auditorium is packed.Every seat is filled with students chattering excitedly about the mandatory assembly. Teachers line the walls like guards, their faces stern as they watch for troublemakers. The air smells like old books and teenage anxiety.I sit in the back row, trying to disappear into my chair. Three seats separate me from the next student. Nobody wants to sit near the girl who dared to hit Celeste Hartwell.My hands shake as I grip the edge of my seat. The crescent mark on my wrist pulses with heat that I can feel through my long sleeves. My wolf paces restlessly inside my mind, sensing danger even though I can't see it yet.The stage at the front of the auditorium gleams under bright lights. A podium stands in the center, waiting for today's speaker. Waiting for Celeste.Principal Morrison walks onto the stage first. Her heels click against the wooden floor in sharp, precise sounds that echo through the large space."Good morning, stu

Chapter 23EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEWFriday morning feels like walking into a trap.I know something is wrong the moment I step into the main hallway. Students cluster in tight groups, their whispers following me like poisonous smoke. Their eyes hold a different kind of cruelty today. Not just disgust or pity.Excitement.Like they're waiting for something to happen.My hands shake as I approach my locker. The metal door is covered in new graffiti, words carved deep enough to scar the surface permanently.THIEF.LIAR.TRASH.Each word hits like a physical blow. But underneath the slurs, someone has scratched something worse. Something that makes my blood turn to ice."GO DIE."I stare at the message until the letters blur together. My wolf stirs restlessly in my mind, sensing danger but not understanding where it's coming from."Admiring your new decorations?"I spin around to find Madison standing behind me, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. Sarah and Emma flank her like bodyguard

Chapter 25**Evangeline's POV**The alarm clock screams at 6:00 AM, but I've been awake for hours. Sleep left me somewhere between Ronan's cruel words and the endless loop of yesterday's humiliation playing in my head. I stare at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the paint like they hold answers to questions I'm too tired to ask.My body aches. Not from bruises or cuts, but from something deeper. From carrying the weight of everyone's hatred. From pretending their words don't slice through me like glass. From hoping for scraps of kindness from people who see me as less than dirt.My wolf stirs in the depths of my mind, no longer the whimpering creature she's been for weeks. She's quiet, but there's something different about her silence now. Like she's watching. Waiting.I drag myself to the bathroom mirror. The girl looking back at me has hollow eyes and pale skin. Her hair hangs limp around her face like curtains trying to hide her shame. But something else stares back at me too. S

Chapter 27**Evangeline's POV**The hallways feel wrong tonight. Empty and cold, but not in the peaceful way I've grown used to. Something crawls along my skin like invisible fingers, making me shiver despite the warm air. My wolf stirs uneasily, ears pricked forward like she's listening for danger I can't hear.I should have left the library hours ago. Should have packed up when the other students did and gone home to my small, safe room. But something kept me here, studying in the quiet corners where no one bothers to look. The peace felt too good to give up.Now I'm regretting that choice.My footsteps echo against the polished floors as I walk toward the main exit. The sound bounces off the walls, making me feel smaller in the empty space. Outside, rain pounds against the windows, turning the world into a blur of gray and black.My wolf whimpers softly, a sound of warning that makes my heart race. *Run,* she seems to say. *Run now.*But run from what?That's when I hear them.Foot

Chapter 29**Evangeline's POV**My legs give out three blocks from home. One moment I'm walking on shaking knees, the next I'm on my hands and knees on the sidewalk, vomiting nothing but bile. My stomach clenches and twists like someone's wringing it out like a dirty rag.The sun beats down on my back, but I can't stop shivering. Every part of me hurts - my head pounds like a drum, my throat feels raw from screaming, and my hands won't stop trembling. The sixteen hours in that storage room broke something inside me, and I don't know how to put it back together.People walk past me like I'm invisible. A woman in jogging clothes steps around me without slowing down. A man walking his dog crosses to the other side of the street. Nobody stops. Nobody asks if I need help.I'm alone. Just like I was in that room. Just like I've always been.My wolf whimpers deep in my chest, but she feels weak too. Like whatever happened in that storage room drained both of us. The silver mark on my palm is