Bully Me, Alpha
I blew out a long breath, unable to keep up with the day’s wild rollercoaster of emotions, but it seemed like my second mate was indeed nice, because he stared at the back of the book and proceeded to pick another one and then another, until he was drawing closer to me.
A small swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I couldn’t help but smile as I continued to gather my books. It was cliché, but I found myself enjoying this meet-cute.
"What the fuck is Alpha Mason doing, picking up books for that ugly duckling?" a student commented, his words piercing through me.
"He is just being kind to the new student," another student added, defending the blonde guy.
"Once he realizes she is from
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