Bonded With An Alpha

Alvia's POV. I open my groggy eyes, a smile rising to my face the minute I take in my surroundings. It is no longer the wooden ceiling in my room in Kingsville, the one that looks like it is about to fall off, it is now a plain white ceiling with several coloured lights and a medium sized ceiling fan. It is not much but it is wonderful for me. I tap my bedside drawer a few times in search of my phone and smile when I finally feel it. Turning it on and bringing it to my face, I almost choke on a breath when I see the time. I immediately climb out of my bed and rush into the toilet, stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower glass and turning on the shower, a strangled groan leaving my lips at how cold the water is. Not minding it too much, I pick the soap up and start rubbing my body with it, focusing mainly on my hair and armpits. I huff to myself when I think of my situation. "I'm late on my first day of college. Really, Alvia?" I scold myself. Some seconds into my bath, the water from the shower gets reasonably warmer and I sigh to myself when the goosebumps on my skin disappear. I step out of the shower and dry my body and hair, while bringing out the clothes I would wear. I definitely do not have the time to dress the way I always imagined my first day of college outfit would be, but at least I can still look presentable, and not as lost as I feel. I put on the the body hug crop shirt and my pleated skirt, crowning it with my chelsea boots and tying my hair in a high ponytail. I have never really been a fan of make up so I don't even bother with it, just tapping on my balm with the pad of my finger and bringing it to my lips. I inspect my outfit in the mirror, nodding to myself when I see how okay it looks, then grabbing my bag and walking out the door. The sounds of cars and voices around me brings a smile to my face as I lock my door. That is one thing I love about Mayfair, the life. It is a very busy city but never disorganized, it is known to be the brightest city in the whole of the coast both day and night. The university is just a few minutes walk from my apartment, which is another blessing because transportation here in Mayfair is quite expensive. As soon as the tall building comes into my view, a smile spreads on my lips. I never knew an ordinary building could be so satisfying. I decide to ignore the joy in my heart and rush to my class seeing as I'm already almost ten minutes late. I quickly locate my lecture hall, which unfortunately, was two floors up. As I walk towards it, I can already hear the lecture going on and my heartbeat increases. I push the door slightly and walk in, the professor stopping momentarily to see who just walked in before going on with his lesson. My body visibly calms down when the people around seem to not notice me but before I am able to fully calm down, the door to the lecture hall is pushed open again, loudly this time. The attention of everyone including myself is drawn to the door and we all watch as a boy with long brown hair walks inside without a care in the world. My breath hooks in my throat the moment I look at him, standing there and nonchalantly scanning the class with his eyes, probably looking for an empty seat. The green in his eyes is so sharp, it is almost sparkling and I am entranced by it from my seat, at the very back of the hall. His hair is let down, shielding the sides of his face and a little of his forehead. Even from my seat, I can see the lines of his tattoos peeking out from underneath his shirt and going up his neck. It is then that the professor seems to notice that his class is on hold because of a seemingly rude boy and he clears his throat and motions for the boy to go in. Without a glance at the professor, he walks into the hall and shuts the door behind him and his eyes land on the chair beside mine. My heartbeat quickens when I see him stalk over to my side, taking the seat beside me. He leans back in his chair and its like I don't know how to breathe anymore. I no longer know what to do with my hands, so I just clasp them on my lap, over my books. It gets uncomfortable sitting straight, so I decide to lean my elbow on the arm of my chair and as I do so, I immediately feel a sharp sting the moment my skin touches someone else's. I hiss at the sudden pain that pinches my skin and look down, my eyes widening when I realize something. His hand. His tattooed hand. At that moment, he also wanted to rest his elbow on the arm of his own chair, but since our seats are so closely joined, our skins grazed each other. I look up at the him to see a barely noticeable expression of shock on his own face, his brows furrowed and lips set in a frown as he looks down at me. Our eyes meet and it sends waves of electricity throughout my entire body, to the point that I have to look away. Minutes pass and no matter how hard I try to concentrate on the lesson, I cannot shake off the weird feeling I'm getting. I turn my head slightly to the side, furrowing my brows when I notice that the boy by my side is still staring at me, an unreadable look on his face. His brows are furrowed as he looks at me, head slightly tilted. He doesn't even flinch when he notices that I have caught him staring, his gaze not leaving my face. I shake my head and look away and soon enough, the professor grabs all my attention. About fifteen minutes later, the professor is giving his concluding talk and I pack my books into my bag, ready to fly out of the hall immediately the lecture is over. I promised to meet with Miley today so we could tour around the city of Mayfair together and I honestly cannot wait. Miley and I have been friends since middle school, although we were separated when her parents relocated to Mayfair and she started going to school here. We both had the same dream of coming to live here but hers was fulfilled a few years earlier than mine and under easier circumstances. She has a life here now. I, on the other hand, don't think I would be able to stay in Mayfair after college because I do not have the money to sustain myself here after school. The lecture is finally over and I immediately pick my bag and storm off, trying to calm my ragged breaths and looking behind me to see if the mysterious boy is behind me. I do not even know why I'm scared, I have no reason to be. The only thing unsettling me is how he kept looking at me and honestly, if only I were to be bold enough, I would have looked at him the exact same way. I walk out of the building through the entrance door, but I stop in my tracks the moment I look to the side. The boy who sat beside me in the hall is leaning against the wall, his eyes slowly raking over my small frame. I stand frozen in one spot, my eyes glued to his. I will my feet to move but they don't, keeping me in the same place. It isn't until more students are flooding the door that I come back to my senses. I clear my throat and take two steps forward, then three, then four, then ten until I am by the side of the street again, walking to my house. As I walk home, I cannot stop my mind from drifting in the direction of the boy at the entrance door. I cannot quite figure it out, but I'm sure there is something off about him, or me. Is it me? I shake my head at the thought. There is nothing wrong with me, it has to be him. There is something about our encounter that denotes a magnetic pull towards each other, although it sounds weird. How can someone be so good looking and so enigmatic at the same time? We both did not say a word to each other, but our eyes met more than five times, that is enough to call our encounter weird. And what the hell was that spark about? It is not winter so why should my skin sting when I touch someone? I jump in fear when a car honks close to me, my hands flying to my chest and a gasp leaving my lips. I turn to see my best friend in her car, parked just next to me with the engine still running. "What are you thinking about? I almost ran you over?" She asks, a worried smile on her face. I roll my eyes and put my hands on my waist. "I'm not thinking about anything. We agreed to meet at my house" I remind her and she shrugs. "I figured I had some free time and I was eager to see you. Get in" She leans over the center console and pushes the door to the passenger seat open for me. I climb in and shut the door beside me, an excited smile on my face. It has been really long since I had fun with Miley and I can't wait to see where see would take me today. "Seatbelt" She warns and I immediately click it in. She gives me a slow once over and frowns, raising an eyebrow, "Is this all you could do on your first day of college?" She scoffs and I roll my eyes. "I woke up pretty late, so I couldn't dress up like I wanted" I explained. She hums and nods her head. "Only you would wake up late on your first day of college". "So where are we going?" I ask her and she groans. "I told you, never ask the tour guide where they are taking you" "What? Why?" "It ruins the fun'' "Oh" I bend my lips in understanding and lean back in my seat, fixing my eyes on the window. I smile as I watch the people, buildings and trees rush backwards while we go forward, not a single person idle. "I love this city" I hear myself saying. "Are you telling me? Have you forgotten that we both share the same love for it?" Miley asks, genuine amusement laced in her tone. "I'm just happy you are finally here. Mayfair was getting boring without you" She says and I chuckle. "Is that even possible?" "Even I thought it wasn't" She said. "How did your first day in college go? I'm guessing it was out of the ordinary seeing as you were in deep thought while walking on the street" "It was nothing out of the ordinary" I half-lie. I cannot begin to tell her what happened because honestly, even I cannot understand it. I also do not want to look crazy in front of my best friend. "Really?" She side-glances me and I nod. I try to hide the nervousness in my voice and if she notices it, she doesn't say anything about it because she is suddenly nodding her head and looking at the road. "Are you really not going to tell me where we are going?" I switch the topic smoothly and she shakes her head. "You would see it for yourself in the next thirty minutes. Don't bug me with those questions of yours" "You are always so mean" I tell her "Why do you have to keep it a secret if I'm going to see it eventually?" "It ruins the fun!" She whines "Where is your joy?" "Whatever" I give up and slump back in my seat. Miley reaches out and turns on the music, a very familiar tune filling the car the moment she does so. We both howl when we recognize the song that is on and in seconds we are screaming the lyrics at the top of our voices, turning some heads and raising some brows as we pass by. Miley is literally the only person I could ever do this with. Naturally, I am not bold enough to scream out the lyrics of a song while passing by people but she gives me some supernatural boldness, I swear if she is with me, I can walk stark naked on the street. She has to be the biggest blessing in my life. We pull up to a large building that seems to be in the brighter side of the city. Miley parks the car and we both step out. There is a large sign on the wall of the building that reads Linens Fashion Home and there is a glass double door that leads into the building. I turn to Miley the moment I shut my door with an inquisitive look on my face. "Why are we here?" I ask her and she shrugs, locking the car and rounding it to meet me on my side. "I figured you might need a change of wardrobe for Mayfair. If you wear all those skirts of yours here, people might laugh at you" I give her a slightly offended look. I know she is not entirely wrong but it still hurts to hear her insinuate that I have a poor wardrobe. "How mean" I mumble as we walk towards the entrance. She ignores me and pushes the door open and walking inside, leaving me to follow. A gasp escapes my lips the moment I step in, the beauty and grandeur of the place leaving me in amazement. It is just a fashion store, but I am sure there is nothing we would not find here. The ceiling is very far from the ground, explaining the tallness of the building from outside. There are mannequins wearing different outfits here and there, each mannequin introducing a new section. The lights of the store are bight gold and there is faint music playing in the background. I smile to myself in satisfaction. I could definitely feed my love for fashion by coming to a place like this. I hope I remember to take note of the routes when we are leaving. A young woman in a suit walk to us with a smile on her face and her hands clasped in front of her. They even have shop assistants. The small stores in Kingsville make use of tiny racks and self service. So in the scenario where you cannot find what you are looking for in the shop, you will just have to leave. "Welcome to Linens, Miss. How may we help you?" She asks. "We don't really have a specific need, so we'll just walk around for a bit, if that's okay" Miley says and the lady nods and walks away, leaving us to it. Miley turns to me with a smile, "Let's go" About three racks and two dressing rooms later, we are finally ready to leave. When Miley said something about a change of wardrobe, I had no idea she intended to buy me the entire store. I offered to pay half or at least buy her something, but she turned it down and insisted on paying for everything, both the ones she got for herself and for me. We battle with the bags as we reach the car, using only a single finger to open the car since the others are occupied and we push them all into the back seat, not caring if the clothes spill or not. "I have to pay you back for this, it is too much" I tell Miley as we drive back to my house, strapping my seatbelt in. She gives me a funny look. "Do you know how weird you sound?" She grimaces "You paid for everything I had while we were still in Kingsville, at least let me spoil you here" I smile at the memory of Miley and I back in Kingsville. We were two young girls who were always short on cash. Always. We loved to spend on shoes and bags but we had no money. I was working at a small coffee shop along the street back then and all the money I got went into buying clothes for the both of us. Miley had no money, despite her rich parents. They did not let her work and kept her cooped up at home doing nothing, so we always snuck out to buy clothes. "Those were some wild times" I say out loud and Miley giggles. "We were reeling on clothes" She said. "Yea. More like surviving on them. We had pretty hard lives in Kingsville" "But we are here now, in the city we both dreamed of" She gives me a smile "I'm so glad you're here" "I'm also really glad I'm here. I mean, what the hell would you do without me?" I tease her and she rolls her eyes. Just then, her phone begins to ring and she picks it up. "Hello... Yes, Sir.... What? No, Sir. Okay I'll be there in fifteen" I don't really make out what the person on the other end of the call says throughout but that is all she says before hanging up the phone. "s**t, Alv I'm so sorry but I have to go to work like right now" She says, pulling up to the side of the street. "Oh. Is something wrong?" I ask her. "Some of our stocks are missing and the employee in charge of them is also nowhere to be found, we fear he might have stolen from us" She explains hurriedly. "Okay I'll just get off here" I am already climbing out of the car, but then I remember my things that we bought but before I can point it out, she is already offering a solution. "Don't worry, I'll bring the bags over to your place when I'm done" I nod and shut the door, waving her goodbye and watching as she reverses the car and speed down the street. I always admired the fact that Miley did not have to go to college because she got a job at her father's company straight out of highschool, but I'm not so sure anymore. To be honest I even pity her, she doesn't have time for herself anymore and she's probably the busiest twenty two year old you will ever see. I look down at the gravel as I walk down the street to my house. Fortunately, it is only a few minutes from where she dropped me. I smile to myself when I reach my house barely five minutes later. I look down to my bag to pull out my key and when I raise my head, I halt in my tracks when I see what is in front of me, or rather, who is in front of me. The mysterious boy from my lecture hall, the one that kept looking at me, is currently leaning against my door with his eyes fixed on mine.