When his eyes opened

Chapter 4 My Revenge

I didn't have much kissing experience.

Since receiving the priest's inheritance at ten, I'd devoted all my energy to studying, leaving no time for romance.

My master was an old bachelor, a beta werewolf. Unlike alphas and omegas, betas didn't have reproductive duties.

In the past, when we watched movies, we always wondered why every movie had to have kissing scenes.

Now, I took a sip of water, tossed the pill into my mouth, and leaned down to press my lips against Herbert's.

I pried his lips open and tried to use my tongue to push the pill into his mouth...

But it didn't go smoothly. The water spilled from his mouth, nothing like the romantic scenes in movies.

"Oh, sorry, I'll get better next time."

Clumsily, I wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Despite being asleep, Herbert seemed uncomfortable after this mess, his brows furrowing more.

Feeling guilty, I gently pressed his throat to ensure he swallowed the pill before climbing into bed and falling asleep.

The next morning, I woke up early, ready to start my revenge plan.

I searched around the Hartling Manor and finally found some burlap sacks in a storage room.

I picked a suitable one, stuffed it into my backpack, and headed to school.

In the classroom, I heard some girls in the back describing my embarrassing ordeal yesterday, their laughter grating.

Ignoring their taunts, I walked to my seat and pretended not to hear them.

As soon as I sat down, Oscar came over and knocked on my desk.

Looking up, I first noticed his thick brown hair and beautiful chocolate eyes. Then, I saw the row of piercings on his right ear.

Ouch, that must hurt.

"Do you need something?"

"Come with me," he said, turning and walking out.

I hesitated for a couple of seconds, but since he had spoken up for me yesterday, I decided to follow him.

As soon as I reached the corner, Oscar placed his arm against the wall beside me, trapping me between them.

He leaned down, staring at me intently.

"Last night, I saw you in the parking lot. You looked different... What's with your face?"

Last night?

I quickly recalled seeing some familiar guys in the parking lot. They were my classmates?

Oscar waited patiently for my answer.

"I don't want to tell you."

Oscar clearly didn't expect this. His face darkened immediately.

"You..."

He might have wanted to curse me, but why should he? Just because I didn't want to share my private matters?

I knew he was just the type who was spoiled by girls' attention.

Ignoring his swinging mood, I pushed him aside and returned to the classroom.

The room was still filled with mockery and gossip about me.

During the break, Laura asked Kesha to join her in the restroom. Kesha was on the phone and shook her head to decline.

Watching Laura walk away alone, I followed her quietly.

I saw her enter the restroom and glanced around. Fortunately, nobody noticed us.

This was my chance for revenge!

Without hesitation, I pulled the burlap sack from my backpack, walked into the restroom, and threw it over Laura's head while she was washing her hands!

Trapped in the sack, Laura struggled and screamed. I shoved her, and she fell to the ground.

I hadn't realized how weak Laura was. No wonder she needed ten people to bully me.

"Who are you? Let me out, or I'll kill you!"

Ignoring her threats, I straddled her and started punching the sack.

Having learned human anatomy from my master, I knew where to hit to cause pain without serious injury. Each punch made Laura scream in agony.

Soon, her voice became hoarse, and she stopped resisting, lying motionless on the floor.

I dragged her into a stall, locked the door, and left as if nothing had happened.

Despite breaking a sweat, I felt elated.

Now, only the mastermind Kesha remained.

While I was lost in thought, Kesha happened to approach me in the hallway.

With just the two of us there, she dropped her facade, her face turning mean. "Dad's back. He wants me to bring you home to meet him and Grandma! Honestly, why don't you even have a car? Don't dirty mine!"

I didn't want to call that man "Dad" or meet Kesha's grandmother, even if they were my blood relatives.

I had never seen him since birth. When I brought news of my mother's death to him, his wife met me instead.

She wanted me to marry Herbert in place of Kesha and, in return, would help me get a recommendation for Harvard Medical School.

I looked at Kesha's face.

She resembled her mother a lot, her expression now the same as when her mother proposed the deal.

Suddenly, I realized this was another chance for revenge!