My Senior Is An Alpha

The Unexpected Turn

I was shocked at first and realized that I don't like him at all . So I'm not ready to watch his match. Rohan had been rude, but I ignored it, turning away from the match. He was playing well, showing off his skills, but I refused to give him the attention he seemed to crave. My peace was abruptly shattered when, with perfect aim, Rohan kicked the ball, and it flew straight towards me, hitting the back of my head.

I winced and immediately got up, my blood boiling. I stormed over to the field, grabbed the ball with my fist, and glared at him. I wanted to fight—well, not literally, but I was ready to confront him. "Hey!" I shouted, the anger clear in my voice. But before I could go any further, Emma rushed to my side, pulling me back by the hand.

"Anshu, let's go! It's not worth it," she tried stopping me. I sighed, letting her drag me away. The tension slowly eased, but my mind was still spinning with everything that had happened.

Later, as we walked back to the classroom, I turned to Emma, still frustrated. “He acts like he owns the place. Why is he so rude?”

Emma chuckled, shaking her head. “He’s not rude, just... detached. That’s his reputation. And honestly, I think that’s part of his charm.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I don’t get it.”

The next day, a different kind of excitement buzzed through the campus. Seniors entered our class with a big and elegant invitation card in hand. It was an invite to the fresher’s party—at a five-star hotel. Nova Hotel. I couldn’t believe it.

As they passed the card around, Rohan was standing with the group, staring directly at me. My heart raced, thudding uncontrollably against my chest. What is wrong with me? I thought, trying to control my feeling. But the way he kept looking at me—it was making me nervous. When the seniors left, my classmates immediately began discussing about him, especially the girls. I rolled my eyes, irritated by their chatter.

“I swear he looked at me,” one girl exclaimed, making the others argue over who Rohan’s gaze had actually fallen on. I couldn’t stand the conversation anymore. Why would he be staring at me anyway? I thought as I walked out, I needed a break from their discussion.

But as I wandered through the empty hallway, lost in my thoughts, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a quiet corner. I turned to see Rohan standing there, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart skipped a beat, then raced faster than ever before.

Before I could say a word, his arm moved around my waist, and he pulled me close—so close I could feel his heartbeat. Without warning, his lips crashed into mine. My mind froze. It had only been two days since I met him, and this was happening? I pushed him away, breathless, confused, and unable to make sense of the situation.

As I stepped back, he grabbed me again, pulling out his phone and showing me a picture of a dress. “Wear this to the party,” he ordered, his tone low and commanding. I stared at the dress, unable to look him into his eyes.

I nodded slightly, unable to speak. Rohan's eyes softened for a moment, then he leaned in closer and whispered, “Now go back straight to the class, not anywhere.

I said okay and walked back to class. The chattering and laughing continued, but I couldn’t focus on anything. Emma’s voice pulled me back to reality as she called my name. “Anshu? You okay?”

I blinked, realizing she had been trying to get my attention for a while. “Yeah… just a lot on my mind.”

Emma raised her eyebrows. “Clearly. Want to go shopping with me after class? We need to get something for the party.”

A small smile broke through my confusion. “Sure, I could use a distraction.”

After classes ended, Emma and I went shopping for the perfect dresses. While browsing the racks, I found the exact dress Rohan had shown me. My heart raced again, but I took the dress and tried it on. It fit perfectly, hugging my figure just right and making me feel elegant. As much as I hated to admit it, Rohan had good taste.

Emma found a dress for herself, and we wrapped up our shopping spree before heading back to my place. As we settled in, my phone buzzed. It was a message from the seniors in the department group chat, reminding us to practice for the talent portion of the fresher’s party. I decided to practice singing, hoping it would take my mind off the whirlwind of emotions Rohan had stirred up.

The day of the party finally arrived. I dressed up carefully, but I didn’t wear the dress Rohan had shown me. I chose something different, something that made me feel like me. Emma and I headed to Nova Hotel, chatting casually on the way.

As we entered the hotel, seniors greeted us and gave us directions. I was trying to keep my cool when suddenly, Rohan appeared. His eyes immediately traveled from my head to my toes, taking in every detail. I braced myself, expecting a comment or reaction.

But he simply walked away.

I swallowed hard, not knowing what to think. The night was only beginning, and I had no idea what it had in store for me.