ALPHA’S CURSED MATE

ADMISSION

The bell rang, and my body went still.

The memories from the previous day rushed into my head. It hurt.

I couldn’t even remember when I fell asleep. Everything felt blurry.

But I knew one thing for sure. Something wasn't right

When I woke up, it was strange. Too quiet. Too normal

No one asked where I had been.

No one cared.

Adam acted normal… like he wasn’t the reason I ran away from home.

I told them about my admission anyway.

Not because I wanted to.

But because I wanted them to know I was leaving.

Anything that could take me far away from them… I would take it.

The small jobs I used to sneak out for had helped me save enough money. Just enough to leave.

And now, I was here.

A new school. A new life.

Or so I thought.

The admission process was fast. About fifty of us got in, and orientation started immediately.

Everything felt too fast.

Too sudden.

Suddenly, I felt weak.

My body just gave out.

I fell forward… hitting my face on the desk.

I felt weak.

So weak.

Then the thought came again.

What if… wolves were real?

My heart began to race.

I quickly got up and ran to the library.

I needed answers.

I needed the truth.

When I stepped out, a heavy history book in my hands, I froze.

There was a crowd ahead.

Students gathered together, whispering.

Watching.

Waiting.

They were all staring at something…

Or someone.

My chest tightened.

I slowly moved closer, pushing through the crowd.

And then

I saw him.

Ragnar.

He was beating a student without mercy. Another guy stood beside him, joining in.

The boy on the ground was already covered in blood.

No one stopped them.

No one moved.

A gasp left my lips.

Fear wrapped around me instantly.

I turned to run

“Nancy.”

My feet stopped.

My whole body froze.

Slowly… I turned back.

Aivy.

Now the scene was me, all eyes dwelled on me.

I couldn't even think, he was already standing there.

Right in front of me.

Ragnar.

“Look who we have here…” he said, his lips curling into a slow smirk.

“My mate.”

My breath caught.

The look in his eyes wasn’t warm.

It was cold…dangerous.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

This was bad. Really bad.

I turned fast to leave, but Aivy pulled my arm and yanked me back as of she had already planned to do so.

“Nah, we are not done here,” she said, her voice sharp.

“Didn’t I warn you never to come back?”

My swallowed hard, my throat was already dry.

“I… I just got admitted,” I said, my voice barely able to keep my voice steady.

She looked at me like I was nothing.

Like I was nothing…. Like I didn't belong there.

Ragnar stepped closer.

Too close.

The way his eyes locked mine was as if it had pierced a hole and he could see right through me.

I looked away fearfully.

“I’m not going to marry someone from your cursed clan,” he said coldly.

“So don’t even think about it.”

His voice dropped even lower.

“Whatever plan you and my father have… it won’t work.”

My fingers trembled.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t move.

Then my eyes shifted.

The boy on the ground was still there.

Still bleeding.

Still alone.

No one helped him.

No one cared.

Aivy slipped her hand into Ragnar’s.

And just like that… they walked away.

I let out a shaky breath.

Relief hit me, hard.

Who would have guess that I would ever cross paths with those people again? I probably would have declined my admission, because I knew more trouble was coming.

It now made sense why she wanted me gone, I was threat to her relationship with Ragnar.

I hurried back to the hall.

I dropped into my seat and pulled out the book.

Ancient Werewolves (Demigods).

My hands shook as I opened it.

I scanned the pages.

Beautiful creatures…

Merciless…

Loyal…

Blue eyes…

Eyes that glow under the full moon…

They live deep in the woods.

A soft gasp escaped my lips.

“Hey… is anyone sitting here?”

I flinched.

I looked up.

A tall boy stood there next to me, He looked calm.

I quickly shook my head and shoved the book into my bag.

Too fast.

Maybe too obvious.

He sat down.

“Seems like you like wolves,” he said.

My brows pulled together.

How did he see that?

I didn’t answer.

I just forced a smile.

“I came here because of them,” he said again.

I froze.

My heart skipped.

“We live with werewolves,” he continued quietly.

“But no one believes me.”

My breath caught.

So I wasn’t crazy.

I was right.

I really was surrounded by werewolves

I swallowed hard.

My palms were wet.