Taming The Playboy Alpha

Episode7

Freya’s POV

The school bell rings, and the entirety of the class begins filing out just as Silas and his entourage leave.

I pack my notes and leave the class, heading to my locker. I notice stares as I walk into the hallway. I feel their eyes raking over me, from my outfit to my looks. It’s like the whole school is trying to figure me out, and I don’t like it one bit.

I just want to learn and fit in, but the rumors going on about me clearly say otherwise. Like the entire school is waiting for me to do something—anything to entertain them.

I finally reach my locker, dropping my history textbook. I hear a few mumbling behind me, followed by biting chuckles when I mistakenly dump a few things from my locker to the ground.

Frustrated now, I pick them up and slam my locker shut, stomping away.

I need just a minute to myself without anyone watching me or talking about me. I walk into the female toilet and dashed into a stall, slamming the door shut.

I sigh in relief, experiencing perfect silence for the first time today. I can finally hear my own thoughts, and my anxiety levels drop significantly. I can’t help but think of a way to get rid of all this attention. The rumors would last less than a week before everyone got bored of it, meaning I had to lay low for a few more days.

The doors to the lavatory open suddenly and slam shut, pulling my thoughts away from myself for a moment.

I hear rushed, haggard breathing, followed by a very frustrated grunt. Footsteps stomping about like someone’s pacing back and forth.

The door opens again and another set of footsteps walk in.

“Calm down, Elena.”

Hearing her name, my interest is pinched instantly. It seems she had been the one to barge in angrily, and a new girl had followed. I recognize the voice instantly. It’s definitely Lila, my second roommate.

“Don’t tell me to ‘calm down.’ Who does she think she is?” She yells now, clearly pissed with someone.

It’s too late for me to leave the stall, so I remain quietly, still as a statue.

“Did he really agree to it?”

“He did! I heard him talking about it with Adam and Lucas. Ugh, the nerve of that boy.”

Talking about what?

I’m fully interested in what they’re discussing now, leaning in to listen. I feel a little guilty for eavesdropping, but the urge to know just overruns every reason within me.

“How dare she walk into my school and try to act like some boss b***h?”

“There’s nothing even special about her. I mean, did you see those ugly batman pyjama shorts she wore last night? Repulsive, I tell you. Don’t even get me started on that matted-brown bird’s nest she calls hair.”

“Oh my gosh, she made me brush it last night.”

They are talking about me.

And just like that, time freezes and my breath gets stuck in my throat, almost choking me on the spot. My heart is pulsing way too fast.

I can’t believe my ears or what they’re saying.

My mind suddenly begins recalling my dark blue batman pyjamas Lila had complimented as looking cool last night, or the moment Elena and I had shared when she offered to brush my hair, saying it was the prettiest shade of brown she had seen.

It couldn’t be me; it just couldn’t. They had genuinely seemed like the best roommates of all time last night, helping me settle in. They wouldn’t talk about me like this. Maybe there is some other batman fanatic with matted brown hair that deserved their insults.

“And what she did yesterday was clearly for attention. I’m sure she had it all planned out. I can’t believe I thought for a second that she might not actually know who Silas was. Who the hell doesn’t know he’s the next Alpha king and my future mate?” Elena growls.

“She’s probably some dumb Alpha b***h; that’s why she’s been homeschooled. Special education for the mentally impaired.” Lila adds, with a cutting snicker.

My heart shatters further.

“No, Freya doesn’t seem like the stupid type. She manipulated everyone else to get some attention for popularity. I hate her type so much—acting like some self-righteous saint when in reality they just want some male attention. f*****g pick-me girls.”

My eyes sting painfully, and I can feel moisture gathering in them. Hurt like a dagger piercing through my chest, I’m unable to breathe.

I feel stupid.

My wolf feels the pain like liquid lava burning through my veins and tries to comfort me. I’m grateful, but it doesn’t ease the contempt.

I want to barge through the doors and speak my mind. I want to call Elena a two-faced snake and Lila a salty b***h…but I don’t.

More drama with anyone related to Silas will only worsen my situation. I would be the center of all attention for months.

“So, what was the bet about this time?” Lila continues. Her obnoxious high-pitched voice suddenly triggers my gag reflexes. I’m suddenly so appalled by her that it’s hard to hold back.

“It’s about—”

The lavatory doors open, and a third person enters. The girls go silent for a moment. Clearly it’s a secret they don’t plan on revealing to anyone.

A moment passes, and they both walk out.

I wait till there’s absolutely no one before I walk out.

I feel nothing but devastation and betrayal. The people I had once thought were friends are nothing but snakes. I seethe about it and then look in the mirror to fix my frizzy brown hair. My plain face stares back at me, and their previous words bite.