He's my teacher
There's nothing weirder than walking into a room filled with male werewolves, taking a shit, or peeing, and I felt my body shut down just by thinking about it.
Even though I haven't transformed into my wolf yet, my werewolf gene is quite active, and I had some of the abilities like quick healing power and the sense of smell.
But fate decided to screw me up and also make my human gene dominant which means that I was a weak being with no powers of speed, strength, and most of the cool stuff that comes with being a werewolf.
Drawing a deep breath, I realized that whoever I was in the room with, didn't have a scent, and it kind of freaked me out because only alphas could hide their scent.
A couple of minutes went by in silence. Then chills ran down my spine as a cold voice echoed into my ears, "Did you understand what I said, or are you deaf!"
The arrogance in his tone made me lose it, and I lashed out without thinking, "I heard you the first time. There's no need to be rude, you know!"
It suddenly became quiet, and I started to panic a bit so I raised my head only to lock gaze with a pair of cold eyes.
In that instant, I was thrown off because he was handsome with his black, silky hair tied up in a bun, multiple piercings on his right ear, tattoo on his neck, and scythe-shaped eyebrows.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't deny the fact that his roman nose, half-dome cheekbones, sitting above an oaken jaw, and his burly physique made him the most gorgeous man that I have seen in my lifetime.
The first thought that crossed my disturbed mind was if he was a new student because I have never seen him on this campus before.
Sure, I am the kind of person who doesn't have any friends and is someone who spends most of her days hiding from bullies since I am a magnet who attracts them everywhere I go.
But I would know if a student like him exists on our campus since the omegas in this school are thirsty and horny for guys like him, especially if he's an alpha.
"That's some mouth you have there." He coldly uttered.
Immediately, my face grew pale, and I took a step backward, pressing my back against the door as I stared at those cold red irises of his.
If a werewolf becomes an Alpha, he or she will then have red eyes, and now that his eyes have shifted, I did not doubt whose presence I was in which made my fear deepen into dread.
"I'm sorry for walking in here!" I mumbled, knowing not to push my luck with an alpha. "I will leave now."
My only desire at this point was to get the hell out of there because I already had one intense interaction with an alpha, I needed not another with one more.
"No, stay." He said with his eyes still piercing into my soul.
After years of being ill-treated by the pack and my family, I have become thick-skinned to brutality and a bit too bold for my own good.
But when he told me to stay, or I wanted was to vanish and get out of there because if I get into trouble with him and my complaint is filed in the office and my dad gets called, I can consider myself a 'walking dead,' literally and not in the sense of zombies.
"Please, I didn't mean to walk in here. It was a mistake, and I'm going to leave, like now!" I mumbled, swallowing my pride and giving in to the feeling of humbleness.
"I said, 'stay!" He said coldly but in a calm tone.
His deep voice made me more anxious to leave, and yet I didn't dare to look away from his face or move, even though I wanted to, desperately.
Having nothing but awful thoughts torturing my mind, I watched him approach me.
When he reached me, I squeezed my eyes shut and thought, 'It's only been a few minutes, and I'm already into a mess! My life fucking sucks!'
Here! Wear this." I suddenly heard him saying, and slowly, I opened my eyes, feeling hesitant to do so.
Then I looked at the blazer in his hand and felt dumbfounded because he was handing it over to me.
what the heck was going on? How did we move from him looking so aloof to him handing me his coat? Nothing was making sense to me at that moment.
But Not wanting to offend him, I reached for it and mumbled, "Thank you."
Without replying, he waved his hand to the left and kept his cold eyes fixed on me as his face hardened into a frown.
"What?" I whispered, hoping so desperately that I wouldn't offend him.
Narrowing his eyes at me, he coldly uttered, "You are in my way!"
At that instant, I couldn't decide if he was a jerk or just was having a bad morning like myself. Either way, I chose not to say anything offensive even though I was annoyed.
"Oh, sorry," I hastily said, stepping away from the doorway and walking past him.
Then I watched as he walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind him before staring down at the blazer in my hand.
The fabric looked expensive, and I glared at it for a moment, judging if he was another rotten wolf from a wealthy background.
"Why would he give it to me?" I mumbled, pouting slightly.
The feeling of excitement wasn't something that I knew. Yet, as I continued staring at the blazer, his face suddenly crossed my mind, and my lips uncontrollably curved upward into a grin.
What the heck! I have never felt lovey-dovey over anyone, and the instant I realized what was happening inside of me, I snapped out of my feelings and walked over to the sink.
When I looked into the mirror and my gaze rested on the reflection of the bloodstain on my sweater, I smiled as I mumbled, "Maybe the world isn't full of crappy people after all."
For a couple of minutes, I continued to gaze at the reflection of my face in the mirror and the stains of blood on my skin.
It was annoying to see even though this was not the first time and not a worst-case scenario as the others have been.
After pulling the hoodie off my head, I turned the faucet on, and then ran my tender fingers through my hair, pushing it back away from my face before slipping a rubber band off my slender wrist and wrapping my hair in a high ponytail with it.
Fairly enough, unlike my half-sister "Luna," I looked nothing like my father with my dainty nose, black eyes, straight hair, and heart-shaped lips. But I did have his fair complexion.
After washing my face for a while, I turned off the faucet and patted my skin dry with a paper towel before gazing at my image in the mirror.
"The bruises are gone," I mumbled, feeling a bit relieved.
Yet, a part of me still hoped that the deep cut on my lip and the red and swollen bruise on my face would have lasted a bit longer to scare off bullies at least so that I can get through school today easily.
After standing still for a couple of seconds just staring at my reflection and realizing how pathetic I am, I lost control of my emotions and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing so terribly that snot was coming out of my nostrils, and I had to sniff them back constantly.
It was an ugly scene and I looked like a mess. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to stop like I wanted to do.
It took a while, but I finally got control back, suppressed my emotions, and dried my face with a couple of paper towels. Then I took off my sweater and wore the blazer before leaving the bathroom.
It shocked me to see the guy whose blazer I was wearing, standing in the hallway almost like he was waiting for me.
I believed that he was for a moment. But when our eyes locked, he suddenly walked off, leaving me gazing after him in confusion.
'Did he hear me crying my eyes out in the bathroom?' I nervously thought, still staring at him.
It felt humiliating to have such a thought in my head when I suddenly recalled that he was an alpha. But what was even more embarrassing was knowing that he heard me cry because I was an ugly crier.
With my eyes fixed on his broad back, I began walking after him, leaving a distance between us since I didn't want him to think of me as some freak who's stalking him.
But even though I felt a bit uneasy that he and I were heading in the same direction, I couldn't turn around because that was the hallway that led to my class.
The thought of us being in the same room felt a bit eerie and exciting at the same time for some unknown reason.
After following him for a while, I suddenly stopped, and my face grew pale as I dug my nails into my palm while watching him enter my class.
'There's no way he's a student here and we have a class together!' I thought, staring blankly at the door shutting close after him.
It took quite a while for me to get over the nervousness that I felt, and when I finally overcame it, I approached the door and walked into the classroom.
With my focus solely on the tiles, I made my way to a desk in the back row. Then I sat down, keeping my head bent.
After a brief silence in the room, I finally heard, "Hello, everyone. I'm Nero Fang, and I'm your new instructor."
Nothing felt surreal like this moment as I gazed at him and screamed in my head, 'He's my teacher?!'