Rejected And Reclaimed

Chapter 4.

(Isabella)

Angry Kitty walked to the front of the class, and everyone slowly began to settle. Oh boy, she’s a teacher?

She picked up the marker and wrote on the board, "History," another mundane subject.

Facing the class, her eyes scanned through the room and hardened when they settled on me. "You!" She pointed, her finger jabbing the air like a knife, "Get up."

"What for?" I asked, raising a brow defiantly.

"Get up and leave my class." Her voice dripped with disdain as she turned all eyes toward me.

I smirked, my eyes glinting with amusement as I leaned back in my chair. "Make me," I dared, the challenge lacing my voice.

I'm so sorry, Mom, but I think I’m going to get another transfer today.

I reveled in the fury radiating from her, confidence surging through me like adrenaline.

"I said get up and leave my class," she repeated, each word punctuated with barely concealed rage.

"Excuse me, Ma'am, why are you asking her to leave the class? Is there a problem?" Maya's voice cut through the tension, concern painting her features.

"Isn't it obvious? She’s made trouble," the duh girl from earlier chimed in with a haughty flick of her hair, disdain written all over her expression.

"Even if that’s the case, Emma, it's still not enough reason to send her out on her first day," another girl piped up.

"It's her first day here; I doubt she’s caused any trouble," Clara added, her tone calm and steady. "So tell me..." she fixed Kitty with a steely gaze, "what's your unreasonable judgment based on?"

"I don’t answer to you, Clara," Kitty snapped, her voice cutting through the murmurs in the classroom.

“Then shall I call in someone you do answer to?” Clara shot back, unfazed by Kitty’s ticked-off demeanor.

Scratch what I said earlier; I think I'm going to love this school.

I was thoroughly entertained by the silent showdown unfolding between Kitty and Clara as they exchanged hard glares. The Alpha's sister and his girlfriend at odds—this was turning out to be a fascinating dynamic. Very interesting!

Suddenly, an applause broke out, slicing through the charged atmosphere. All eyes turned to the source, revealing another god of beauty—green hair to match with his emerald eyes, and his facial features were that of a fairy, only he exuded a rough, carefree and troublesome aura.

"Enough with the boring drama," he began, his voice exuding authority, and that intense spark in his eyes—it was clear he was an Alpha. "You..." he gestured toward Kitty, leisurely chewing gum, "are you going to start your lesson or not?"

"You have no right to speak to me like that, Jacklyn. I am your teacher!" Kitty barked, her glare sharp.

"Oh really?" Jacklyn leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "I totally forgot. You look a lot like one of the girls who I've had scream my name out their lungs while I stuck my head between their legs."

Wow! I love this guy!

"Jacklyn!" another voice cut in, belonging to a handsome guy who radiated a goody-two-shoes vibe.

"What? You have a crush on her?" Jacklyn teased, leaning closer. "Well, let me give you some advice: you don't want to be on Calvin's bad side," he snickered.

"Okay, that's enough!" Clara interjected, her voice carrying an authority that resonated throughout the room.

Jacklyn raised his hands in mock surrender. "Beta's spoken."

Beta's spoken? This pack's Beta is a high schooler? Where are the pack elders?

This pack was both weird and mysterious. I have no interest in digging up things, but I'm gonna dig this pack up at least before my family and I gets kicked out.

Kitty's eyes settled on me with contempt for a long moment before she finally opened her textbook and began her lesson.

The tension in the room shifted as Kitty begrudgingly began to get busy with her textbook and began to drone on about ancient history—the rise and fall of civilizations. Her disinterest was palpable, but I found my thoughts elsewhere.

Jacklyn leaned back comfortably in his chair, his green hair falling slightly over his eyes as he glanced around the room, clearly enjoying the chaos he had incited. There was an undeniable charisma about him, the kind that drew people's gaze and made them listen.

As Kitty rambled on, I couldn’t help but notice Clara shooting laser beams at Jacklyn with her eyes. It was crystal clear that these two had history; the dynamic between them sizzled with unspoken words. The classroom atmosphere had morphed from tension to a strange kind of entertainment, and I was here for every second of it.

“That'll be all for today,” Kitty said as she closed her textbook, finally concluding the lesson. “I want the homework turned in first thing tomorrow morning.”

Her wicked gaze lingered on me for a moment, and I responded with a playful wink. A smirk danced on my lips before she walked out of the classroom.

“Are you alright?” Maya asked, turning to me with a hint of concern etched on her face.

“I don’t see any reason I shouldn’t be,” I replied casually, trying to dismiss her worry.

She nodded, her breath escaping in relief. “Why did she just pick on you? Have you two met before? Do you two have some kind of beef?” She rushed me with questions and I shrugged, nonchalantly.

“We resumed here a little late. What do you say about getting notes?” She suggested.

“Is it really necessary?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “We also came from a school, or didn't you?”

“I get your point,” she said, “but all teachers don't teach the same. Plus, we won't be writing the same exams as our old schools, so…”

“Fine, go get them,” I relented, and she flashed me a bright smile before skipping away.

Suddenly, my chair tipped back. I barely caught myself before falling, thanks to Jacklyn, who was smirking down at me.

“Hey, babe,” he said, pushing my chair back upright.

He pulled out a chair and straddled it beside me, still chewing his gum with a nonchalant air. “So, what was your name again? Isaacher? Irene? Isla?” He looked like he was trying to recall a boring fact.

With a click of his fingers, he smiled and exclaimed, “Isabella!”

I scoffed, completely uninterested in whatever he was about to start.

“So, Isabella, I'm AJ,” he introduced himself, an overly confident smirk plastered on his face.

“AJ?” I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard.

“Alpha Jacklyn of the Flimwood Pack,” he clarified, leaning slightly closer.

Flimwood? That hypocritical pack. They acted like saints but they're down to hell wicked especially its Alpha—behaves righteously but he's actually evil. He kicked my family and I out too. Funnily, his son is nothing like him—a dropskull bad boy.

"So... your father's dead?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I wish he's dead.

"Unfortunately, your father-in-law is very much alive." He pouted, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. But wait...

"Father-in-law?" I raised a brow.

"Yeah, unless you believe in mates?" he replied, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Don't you?" I countered.

He shook his head, the playful pout still lingering on his lips, "I killed mine," he said, as casually as one might announce the weather.

"That b***h cheated on me with my older brother," he elaborated.

My heart raced. "That...you... you killed your older brother too?" I couldn't help but ask, fear and intrigue mixing in my voice.

"How dare I? I just made him impotent. Now he can't be Alpha, which conveniently allows me to take that position." He flashed me a devilish smile.

I felt my eyes widen in shock, and I fell speechless. Scratch what I said earlier, he's very much like his father.

Isn't this always the first phase of a horror movie? Someone walks up to you and tells you scary secrets, and then eventually kills you so you wouldn't spill it out.

“Don’t worry,” his fingers grazed my cheek lightly, causing a shiver to run down my spine. “I won’t kill you,” he whispered, a dark, teasing edge to his tone.

And that's the deadly assurance they give you before killing you afterwards. I pride myself to be sharp-tongued, brave and confident. But there's one thing I fear the most—death, and it's that fear that made me pride myself with those qualities.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter, breaking the spell of tension. “Got you!” he exclaimed between fits of giggles.

It was a joke?

“Very funny,” I scoffed, irritation bubbling inside me as I stood up from my chair. His laughter echoed in the classroom, feeling almost mocking as I stormed out.

I cursed at myself for falling for such theatrics. As I strode deeper into the quiet hallway, a soft, deliberate set of footsteps trailed closely behind me and a strange scent that sent a rush of adrenaline through me.