Alpha Black

Chapter Five: "Lessons on how to love!"

CELINE'S P.O.V.

I returned to the dormitory, where all the girls of the academy were already asleep. My heart raced with fear that Black might tell my father about the kiss—and a hint of thrill at having surrendered to him that way.

He could probably sense my desire to continue, but I didn’t want him thinking he mattered to me. Still, I needed to meet him about our project so we could finish it. But how could I face him after what happened today?

The night passed slowly, filled with embarrassment and anxiety as I replayed that humiliating moment that marked me as "the kissing girl." Every time I tried to calm down and relax in my bed, thoughts of Black crept in, leaving me restless and tossing about.

Unable to sleep, I got up, grabbed my phone, and started searching about "Alpha Black." Maybe I could find some useful information on who he was. He really was a playboy, changing girlfriends constantly. And he was incredibly wealthy, the heir and future alpha of his pack. Most importantly, I found out he had a severe allergy to pistachios. So, I came up with a little plan for revenge.

The next morning, I put on the ideal uniform for a student at "Evergreen Sky Academy": a daringly short skirt that reached just mid-thigh, paired with a sleeveless, bright white shirt, complete with a necktie resting along my collarbone. I set off, where I met Claire.

“Sorry about yesterday, Claire. I yelled at you,” I apologized.

Claire responded kindly, “It’s okay, Celine. But it looks like you didn’t sleep well; your eyes are puffy, with even darker circles.”

“Everything feels worse,” I said, frustrated. “How will I keep up with school, the project, basketball, and now I have to start cleaning the academy today? I’m so scattered; I don’t even know where to start.”

I gathered my courage, pushing away thoughts of his kiss, and went straight to Alpha Black. He smirked as he saw me, probably recalling my silly remark that his kiss was like garbage, though his expression remained resolute.

“It seems we’re working together on Mrs. Cooper’s project. When can we meet to start?” I said steadily, without fear.

His eyes narrowed, and he slung his bag over his shoulder, leaning down as he replied, “I don’t think you’ll get a perfect score. The rules of the Moon Goddess and the effects of the moonlight need a werewolf who believes in them, not someone who rebels and refuses submission.”

Apparently, Black knew I didn’t believe in the Moon Goddess, which meant his mention of "mate" was just mocking me. He knew I wasn’t fond of waiting for a destined mate or being bound to someone. It’s one of the reasons my father, Alpha Daimon, insisted I stay here.

I replied with a hint of defiance, “I can still earn high marks even if I don’t believe in the rules. I kissed you without caring for you, and I don’t even like having you around.”

I wondered what I’d gotten myself into. Black’s eyes shifted dangerously as if he might pounce on me. His fangs even appeared for a moment, but he finally relented and said, “Tomorrow at three in the library. We can discuss the project then.”

The school day ended, and I stayed behind because it was my first day of cleaning as punishment.

I sighed when the final bell rang, signaling the end of another ordinary day—or so I thought. Little did I know that unexpected events awaited me.

I was gathering my books and heading towards the exit when I noticed Black lingering near the janitor’s closet, a sly grin on his face. Black—the infamous troublemaker.

But what frustrated me most was that I hadn’t gotten my revenge on him yet. My heart sank, bitterness simmering within. "I won’t let you off, Black," I muttered under my breath, frustration thick in my voice.

My words didn’t go unnoticed, and Black shot me a mischievous look. “Looks like we’re partners in grime today, Celine,” he joked, amusement clear in his tone.

He picked up a mop and a bucket, tossing a rag my way. “Come on, let’s make this fun!” I clenched my fists, torn between anger and reluctant acceptance.

I couldn’t believe my terrible luck, being forced to spend the afternoon cleaning alongside the person I despised. Black was also being punished.

With an angry sigh, I picked up the rag and grudgingly followed Black into the dimly lit hallway.

As we cleaned the final classroom, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the empty desks.

I found myself smirking, admitting, “You’re not all that bad, Black. Surprisingly.”

Alpha Black stepped closer, flashing a grin that showed off his teeth. “You’re not so shabby yourself, little pup.”

In that moment, amidst empty classrooms and flickering fluorescent lights, irritation flared in me. “Who are you calling ‘little pup,’ you bear!” I snapped.

Alpha Black chuckled. “Let’s finish cleaning the last classroom, pup.”

I bristled with annoyance. I was getting surrounded by terrible nicknames: Kissing Girl, Glasses Girl, Little Pup.

After a sigh of frustration, I muttered, “I guess ‘pup’ is better than ‘Kissing Girl.’ Everyone’s started calling me that.”

Black laughed and approached me with a broom in hand. “You’re famous here because of me. No one even knew you before. And I know you enjoyed that kiss—you’ll admit it, I promise.”

He went on cleaning the classroom, leaving me stewing. Five minutes later, he whistled and called, “Hey, pup, look what I found.”

I was stunned when I saw what he pointed to: a girl’s bra and a box of condoms under a desk.

I asked, astonished, “Do people… do that here in school? How…”

Black cut me off with a playful wink. “It’s not about the place, just a wild urge that needs to be satisfied. And I bet the girl has an impressive chest.”

*Does he like big chests?* I glanced down at myself, evaluating. I had an appealing figure, though my chest wasn’t overly large. Black’s tastes seemed so… intense.

He was still immature, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask a bit. “How did you know her chest was ‘impressive’? Just because it’s big, you think that’s appealing?”

Black laughed mockingly. “Shut it, little pup. Your butt and chest are just as small as you are. The real thrill is when a girl goes without a bra. That’s sexy—makes me… full of hot honey.”

I’d never experienced anything like that, and Black was well aware. Leaning close, he whispered beside my ear, “How about I teach you about intimacy? It’s a one-time offer, and no one will ever know.”