In love with the bad Alpha my warewolf enemy

*CHAPTER 1: I Hate Him* My name is Amara, and I hate Kael Black with everything in me. He was standing at the entrance of our class, SS3, with his leather jacket and that stupid smirk that made all the girls scream. But not me. I hated boys like him. Bad boys who think they own the world. "Move," I said, trying to pass. He looked down at me, his yellowish-brown eyes strangely glowing. "You didn't greet me, little mouse." "I'm not your mouse. And I will never greet you." The whole class gasped. Nobody talks to Kael like that. He leaned closer, so close I could smell his cologne mixed with something wild, like forest. "You will, Amara. Soon you will be begging for me." I pushed him and ran to my seat, my heart beating like drum. That night, I was walking home through the bush path because I missed the school bus. It was full moon. The forest behind our school is always scary at night. Then I heard it. A growl. I turned. And what I saw made my blood freeze. Kael. But not Kael. His eyes were glowing yellow, his body was bigger, hairy, his teeth were fangs. He was half man, half wolf. A werewolf. He looked at me and said in a voice that was not human, "You shouldn't have come here, Amara. Now you are mine.