All Chapters of Oops, That Infuriating Alpha is My Mate! : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

They must have seen me staring, because they walked right up to my desk. "Hey, it's the scholarship kid," Vivian said. "Love your jacket. Let me guess, it's from the discount mall spring collection, am I right?" Her sidekick’s shrill laugh echoed through the room. Let's bite them, Ashe suggested. We can't do that, they'd taste foul. Salty and bitter. However, there are other ways…I looked the queen bee dead in the eye. "At least I earned my place here," I said. "You're coasting on your family name. You don't have the intelligence or discipline to make it on your own. And I bought this outfit with my own money. You got yours with Daddy's credit card." Vivian's mouth hung open. People simply didn't talk to her like that. I took advantage of the processing delay. "And that's not even enough for you." I pointed. "You're wearing my bracelet!" Her brain finally came back online. "What?!" she spluttered. "I know it's mine," I said. "It's one of a kind, and I had it on when you ran

I had been set up again. Vivian had never wanted to make peace with me; this was just another trap. “I invited you to the party, gave you a gown, and this is how you repay me?” Vivian said. Her smile showed too many teeth.Other partygoers started drifting over, attracted by the developing drama.“I should have known you’d do this. You’re a thief and a liar.” She turned, playing to the crowd. “Just yesterday, she went up to me, in class, and stole my bracelet! After accusing me of stealing it from her! Of course I stood up to her, and she had to come crawling back to me and return it.” She walked up and down, making eye contact with her audience. “And you know me, I believe in live and let live, right? I invited her to the biggest party of the season. I gave her a nice dress to wear, so she wouldn’t be looking all poor and pitiful.” She pointed at me. Everyone in the room stared at me. I was trying to gather my wits to say something, anything, but I could barely stand. “She’s real

I wiped the sweat off my face. It had been a good session today. I’d finally landed a punch on Bruin. Twenty years older, fifty pounds heavier, and he could still dance rings around me. I was catching up, though. Slowly. Painfully. And that was just how I liked it—earned, not given.The Imperial March from Star Wars rang from my phone. I sighed and clicked it on. “Hi, Mom.” “Hi, sweetie! How’s my best little man?”“Fine, Mom.” “And how’s Vivian? How’s your fiancee? Are you being nice to your girl?” “Yes, Mom.”My mom called to check on me regularly, ready to wipe my ass if necessary. I guess I could see her point of view. Stormwind had been on shaky ground for years. Five years ago, we’d been attacked. A surprise raid that had breached our inner grounds. Our stronghold had been ransacked. Heirlooms had been stolen. Warriors killed.I remembered that night clearly. I was fourteen, but I was big for my age and I’d shifted early. Dad tried to force me into the panic room with the cu

I leaned against the wall, still breathing hard. I didn’t know if I was more frightened or furious. “I’m Cam.” She looked… normal. The other Lykaon students looked like they were on their way to a fashion show, not calculus class. I watched her warily, Still, she’d saved me. It was rude to leave her hanging. “I’m Freya,” I said.“I saw Brandon and his gang chasing you,” she said. “They’ve marked you as prey. That is not a good thing.” I didn’t reply, waiting for her to get to the point.“You must have really pissed Vivian off,” she said, giving me a speculative look. “They’re all her lackeys. She snaps her fingers and they come running.” “You’re new here, right?” she added. “The scholarship kid?”“Yeah.”“I knew it!” She smiled, a brief show of white teeth. “They hate that. They think Lykaon is their own private country club. To them, students like you are a stain. It doesn't matter how hard you worked or how smart you are. You’re not ‘one of them’ and they’ll make it their missi

I’d never expected Michael to come to my rescue. After my blackmail threat, I thought he wouldn’t want anything to do with me ever again. You didn’t threaten, Ashe said. You did actually blackmail him. Which makes it nicer of him to come help us now, I said. Maybe he isn’t so bad, after all.Told you.I should thank him. I pushed myself off the ground and pain flashed through my right leg. Oops.“You’re staying there?” Michael asked. “I hear the ground is very comfortable this time of year.” He smirked at me.I rolled my eyes at him and then concentrated on rolling up my skirt, dreading what I would find.“You’re hurt,” he said. There was some texture, some expression in his voice I didn’t understand. “How long are you planning to sit there? Until it heals?” There was the sarcastic Michael I knew and avoided. Sighing, he bent down and reached for me. “Come on, let’s get you fixed up.”“I can walk,” I said. “No, really—”Ignoring me entirely, he bent down and scooped me up. I squawk