The alpha who loves and hates me

i didn't

"Since school is coming to an end and you'll be writing your last paper next week, what do you plan to do?" Mrs. Heroux pushed the door open and looked at Aneyla with contempt and irritation flickering in her brown eyes.

Aneyla, who had a towel wrapped around her chest and was about to step into the bathroom, was stunned by the sudden entrance of Mrs. Heroux.

Hearing the question directed at her, Aneyla bit her lower lip and remarked under her breath, 'Don't worry, I'll leave your home. I don't plan to be a burden anyway.' "I..."

"Do you still plan to leave the pack?" Mrs. Heroux impatiently interrupted.

Aneyla hesitated, pressed her lips together, and shook her head. "I don't think so. I've seen my mate."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Heroux's expression changed.

Aneyla had already planned to leave the pack after high school. Mrs. Heroux wasn't bothered about Aneyla's departure or where Aneyla was going because if she could, she'd have sent Aneyla out a long time ago.

Mrs. Heroux was only satisfied when Aneyla had informed her that she'd be moving to a pack hundreds of miles away. And that Aneyla had also applied to that pack's college.

Mrs. Heroux's face contorted in a frown. If Aneyla chose to stay in the pack, didn't that mean that if she encountered trouble in the future, she'd want to rely on them? "Did he reject you?"

"No." Aneyla's eyes softened, and she shook her head.

No? A disdainful look appeared on Mrs. Heroux's face. She could already guess the type of mate that Aneyla would have.

A miserable person. Just like Aneyla.

For Aneyla's mate not to reject Aneyla meant Aneyla's mate wasn't impressive, nor did he have an impressive status. Definitely befitting each other.

Seeing the contempt in Mrs. Heroux's eyes, the desire to tell Mrs. Heroux the truth about Zrayne's identity disappeared.

Mrs. Heroux eyed Aneyla, her nose raised in the air, and she tapped her right foot against the floor. "Have you talked about getting together and moving in with your mate?"

Aneyla pressed her lips together and looked away. Actually, Mrs. Heroux didn't care—all she wanted was for Aneyla to leave. "We just met yesterday. We haven't talked about those things yet." She mumbled.

"Right." Mrs. Heroux's lips could hardly fail to form a ridiculing sneer. It seemed Aneyla's mate was even more miserable and poor than she'd thought. Truly befitting each other. "You'll be eighteen by the end of the month..."

Aneyla looked at Mrs. Heroux seriously and said, "I don't plan to spend more than the necessary time in your home. I'll leave once I turn eighteen." Aneyla strode into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Aneyla's eyes turned hot, and tears pooled in her eyes, yet she stubbornly wiped them away.

For years, Aneyla had tried to impress the Heroux family and win their hearts. Starting from studying hard to be the perfect daughter, doing all the chores, etc., but it didn't make them notice her.

They even blamed her when her results started overshadowing the Heroux twins—Chiara and Chester.

Aneyla knew the Heroux family wasn't her biological parents. Still, she'd thought that as time went on, they would learn to give her a bit of love.

But from the beginning, they'd let her know she wasn't one of them and she'd never become one of them.

Aneyla sniffed, took a deep breath, and clenched her fist. She could do it. She didn't need to cry over them.

What love? Her mate would shower her with love.

Talking about her mate, Aneyla and Zrayne will be meeting each other soon. She couldn't keep crying. What if it caused a bad omen?

Aneyla turned on the shower, and a smile blossomed on her face.

She couldn't wait to see Mrs. Heroux's expression when she realized who Aneyla's mate was. Even if Mrs. Heroux tried to reconcile with her, Aneyla would never agree!

For a decade of living with them, they'd repeatedly let Aneyla know her position in their family.

Aneyla carefully took her shower, even paying extra attention to her body, making her spend an hour in the bathroom.

She stepped out of the bathroom, applied a sweet perfume to her body, and straightened her curly waves with the straightener.

Aneyla even applied eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick for the first time.

Aneyla stopped in front of her wardrobe and, for the first time, realized she disliked her geeky dressing style.

Painfully, Aneyla realized that she hadn't prepared a dress for a day like this.

Aneyla had always been an ordinary omega, and she'd never expected that she'd find love in the pack. Especially with someone like Zrayne Vilcot.

Zrayne was very handsome and effortlessly attractive and won hearts. What type of girl couldn't he have? Yet he'd chosen to settle for someone like her—a poor orphan omega.

Sigh. What clothes could Aneyla put on that wouldn't make her appear like a poor and miserable chicken next to him?

Moreover, Aneyla hadn't even bothered to ask about the details of their date, so she didn't know whether it was casual or not. What if she embarrassed him?

After going through her whole wardrobe, Aneyla finally caught sight of a red dress that was gifted to her on her last birthday by Dream.

Aneyla recalled telling Dream to take it away and swearing that she'd never need it one day.

Luckily, Dream had been vehement in her decision and refused to take it back. Now it was going to save her. May the goddess bless Dream's soul.

Aneyla's face softened. Dream had been her best friend and the light in her world.

When her foster family had shunned her out of their life, Dream had been the one to hold Aneyla close and shower her with love.

Dream had always been supportive. She was the one Aneyla never wanted to let down.

Aneyla would be out of high school soon and had also found her mate.

Soon, her life would be complete and fantastic.

Dream would never have to worry about Aneyla again. Then Aneyla could finally shower Dream with the love she'd bestowed on her.

Aneyla picked up clean white shoes and wore them. She picked up her phone and placed it into a black bag—a gift from Dream—along with other necessary items before stepping out of her room.

"Hey pig," Chester's voice called immediately after he heard the shutting of Aneyla's room door. His brown eyes shone, and he whistled lewdly once he caught sight of the beautiful Aneyla.

Chester wore a white polo and jean trousers, his baseball cap facing backwards. He sat in front of the gaming computer.

He grinned wickedly and snickered, "Hey pig, are you going somewhere? Dressed so fancy—is it a date with your miserable mate..."

"Oh my god, where did you get that dress?" Chiara screamed and stood up. She folded her arms arrogantly. "Mom hasn't bought you any clothes for years. Did you steal my dress to go on a date with your mate?"

Aneyla's stomach dropped, and she shook her head, her hand gripping the purse. "No. No, I. I didn't..."

Chiara fumed and growled. "You have no money. Did you steal our money? You miserable orphan, I knew you'd stop at nothing!"

Chiara knew that Aneyla was very timid and wouldn't do anything like she'd accused her of, yet she was causing trouble for Aneyla on purpose.

Chiara had never liked Aneyla. Moreover, Aneyla didn't have any evidence to prove that Chiara was lying.

Aneyla was just an orphan. What right did she have to be so pretty? What right did she have to be brilliant?

Aneyla's stomach twisted, and she hurriedly spoke up. "Chiara, the dress was a gift given to me by Dream last year. I could call Dream and confirm it." She quickly took out her phone.

Chiara's eyes turned cold. She hadn't expected that Aneyla would have evidence to prove her innocence.

Chiara clicked her tongue in disdain. It was a dress from last year anyway. So disgusting. Chiara only wore the latest.

Chiara walked up the stairs while screaming at the top of her lungs and giving Aneyla a pompous and provoking smirk. "Mom, I want a dress more beautiful than the one Aneyla is wearing!"

Aneyla took a deep breath and walked out of the house, her good mood falling. Even though it was just morning, she'd already gone through a roller coaster.

Aneyla bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. She'd be free from this one day. She'd be free from this soon!

Aneyla took out her phone. In an attempt to leave the cold and lonely mansion of the Heroux family, she hadn't even taken a look at the clock. What if she was too early...

It was 9:37. Aneyla sighed, and her head hung low, not knowing what to do.

Aneyla didn't want to return to the Heroux mansion. Chiara and Chester had easily let go of her this morning in the house. If she decided to go back, she didn't know what they'd do.

Not to mention that her good mood would be ruined completely.

Thanks to the Heroux family, the happy mood Aneyla had slept and woken up in had been spoiled.

Pig!

Aneyla's fist clenched, and she looked at her clothes, her knuckles turning pale. What if she was underdressed? What if she only embarrassed him?

Zrayne had always been popular, and he hung out with the hottest and most popular ones with a good sense of style.

Although Zrayne had told her that not every man was like lame romantic characters in a movie, what if he was turned off by her dressing and style...

Honk!

The sudden and smooth honking snapped Aneyla out of her reverie. The first thing Aneyla did was take a glance at the time.

The time was 9:40.

Aneyla's eyes widened. Twenty minutes early. This was so impressive.

A smile subconsciously lit up her face, and she took a step forward.

But in the next second, Aneyla's step slowed down, and she clenched her bag anxiously. What if he looked down on her outfit...

Zrayne parked his car and stepped out. His eyes took in Aneyla, and he was beyond captivated by her beauty. At that moment, he fell in love with his omega over and over again.

Currently, Aneyla was in a red dress that fell to her thighs, revealing those smooth and straight long legs she'd always hidden beneath baggy jeans.

The red dress contrasted with her smooth and milky soft skin. And it hugged her in all the right places and accentuated her chest, perky butt, and curves.

Her curly hair was now straightened and fell to her back, her beautiful hazel eyes shining softly like stars lit up in them.

The makeup Aneyla had applied to her face made her soft face appear bolder. She was just like an angel falling from the sky. The sight was more than enough to drive a man crazy.

At school, Aneyla had always packed her hair in a bun with long bangs that covered her face.

Not to mention putting on large glasses that appeared too big for her face while in jeans and a shirt too large for her body.

Yet today, she was completely different. She'd changed her style entirely for him. She was so beautiful. So breathtaking. So perfect.

Zrayne didn't know whether to be happy that she'd always dressed like that in the past because it gave only him the chance to notice and have his omega.

Zrayne took a step forward, but before he could take the second step...

BANG!

"Zrayne Vilcot!!" The door of the villa was pulled open, and Chiara bolted out of the house, almost pushing Aneyla to the floor.

Her black hair swayed as she ran toward Zrayne, restraining the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. She stopped in front of Zrayne and took a deep breath. She looked at him eagerly and sweetly expressed, "Alpha Zrayne Vilcot, did you see my social media post about energy resources..."