Bound To The Alpha Princes

Welcome to silver-line university

Jerry grabbed Shantel’s hand, leading her to the dean’s office.

Shantel kept staring around, shrieking in excitement as she stared at the alluring beauty of the college.

“Come on, walk faster. I am late for my class,” Jerry said impatiently.

Shantel cast a glance at him and narrowed her eyes, switching her attention back to the environment.

When they got to the dean’s office, Jerry let go of her wrist and waved his hand toward the door.

Shantel blinked, and her senses slowly came back to her.

“Oh, the Dean,” she giggled nervously before knocking timidly on the door.

“Come in,” a hoarse voice growled from within.

Shantel hesitated, wondering if the man was in a good state of mind.

On noticing her hesitation, Jerry pushed the door open and began to force Shantel in.

“Hey, are you crazy?” she snapped, struggling to whisk out her arm from Jerry’s grip and get away from the room.

But it was too late, she was already standing in the room with the door closed and Jerry gone.

The dean’s throaty voice made her spin around slowly, seething secretly in anger.

She forced a smile into her face and pushed her reluctant feet forward to the old wooden desk, which was weak and tilted as a result of piles of old and new books on the desk.

“Hello sir, I am —”

“Shantel Adams?” the man cut her off in an impatient tone.

“Yes,” Shantel muffled, wondering how he knew her name.

Shantel comforted herself with the thought that she might be the only student getting admitted for the year.

The old hardened-faced man searched through the loads of files in front of him and finally pulled out a school map, a bunch of keys, and some materials Shantel needed.

“Find your way to the locker room,” the man waved his hands at the door.

"How do I find the locker room?" Shantel asked an absurd question that got the man narrowing his eyes at her in irritation.

He glanced at the map Shantel was holding then at Shantel's blank face.

Shantel turned up her lips in disgust at the man’s behavior and spun around for the door.

“Wait a minute, Shantel Adams!”

Shantel clenched her fist and cranked her head, getting filled with irritation.

“What clan are you from?” the man’s question made her brows shoot up in confusion.

“Clan? What clan?” Shantel stuttered.

His brows tilted as he ran his large dark eyes over her body, suddenly realizing that she was a human.

“It is the first time a human has been admitted to our school. I should have checked properly,” the man muffled clearly to Shantel’s hearing.

Shantel raised her shoulder, staring curiously at the man.

“You may leave!” the man’s irritation seemed to have gotten worse when he learned that Shantel wasn’t who he thought she was.

Shantel narrowed her eyes and walked out of the office, pulling the map open.

She stared at the map, not able to understand a single thing on it.

She kept walking aimlessly, her eyes fixed on the unintelligible map she clenched onto. Shantel sighed out loudly in dejection and folded the map, staring at the large hall she was in.

Funnily, she wasn’t staring only at the white walls of the hall but at the stream of surprised faces that stared intimidatingly at her.

“Hello,” Shantel chuckled, filled with nervousness and confusion.

Why were they staring at her like that?

The stares from the students reminded her so much about the chilling stares she got on her way to school.

She glanced around as they whispered amongst themselves, some students were boldly pointing their fingers at her.

Was she different?

She glanced down at the uniform she was putting on and then at theirs. There was no difference.

Some of the girls had their hair tied up in a ponytail as well and Shantel knew she was beautiful enough to compete with some of the girls too.

What was wrong?

“Uhm… ugh… I’m searching for the locker room. Can someone direct me to the locker room, please?” Shantel asked, forcing a smile into her face.

Chuckles and stifled laughter echoed around her, making her dim her eyes in confusion.

“Move away!” a voice broke out, and students cringed back in submission to the queen of Silver-line University.

Everybody knew Bella Armstrong to be the most famous and most beautiful diva in the town.

Bella swayed into the hall with an intimidating aura drifting around her. Her extremely short skirt, which would reveal her underwear if bent over, swayed with every step she took. Her slim waist rocked simultaneously with her graceful strides.

Everyone moved away, cringing back in fear. Girls stared at her with envy and guys drooled for her attention.

Bella walked closer to Shantel and turned up her lips in disgust, narrowing her eyes at her.

“Who are you?” she snapped in a voice that sounded rather irritating to Shantel.

“Shantel Adams,” Shantel replied confidently, causing jaws to drop in shock.

Bella was taken aback by the bold response but she quickly maintained her composure.

“What clan are you from?” Bella’s eyes dimmed as she expected to hear Shantel mutter ‘the Omega clan’.

“What clan?” Shantel asked, filled with confusion.

That was the second time she got that strange question.

“Does she not know the rules?” Bella’s best friend chipped behind her, running her sharp jade eyes on Shantel.

“I am sorry, but if you don’t mind, I’m heading to the locker room, and I would like to be excused,” Shantel muttered, and Bella’s eyes blazed fire.

“Are you talking to me that way?” Bella snapped, and Shantel scoffed at the aggression of Bella.

“Who are you?” Shantel couldn’t help but ask a question that almost drove Bella crazy.

Her blood boiled and she clenched her fist, showing off her fangs.

Shantel’s eyes widened in shock when she saw the fangs which she at first mistook to be her teeth.

She leaned closer to take a better look at the long, pointed white teeth, but a scream from the end of the hall made Bella swerve her head away.

“The Alpha princes are here!” someone bellowed and everyone, including Bella, scampered into a straight line at the two sides of the hall.

Shantel stood in the middle, wondering what was going on. The fangs still lingered in her mind coupled with the question.

“Hey, get away from there!” a girl whispered from the queue but Shantel was too bothered to acknowledge her.

“She probably has a death wish,” Bella muttered from where she stood.

The large doors of the hall swung open and Shantel’s heart skipped as pairs of striking grey and sapphire eyes hit her face.