THE ALPHA'S DESIRE

CHAPTER THREE

Leanna

It hadn't been easy, announcing the news to my mom. Saying it was heartbreaking would be an understatement. I watched her get into the car with Aunt Brey helping her up the vehicle. I was grateful I didn't have to see Jeanne's face or heaven knows I'd have turned around, changed my mind and rather move my mom to Ground Zero, where Webb College is located, to stay with me.

As the car zoomed off, excitement began to bubble inside me. I was doing it. I was really doing it.

"Webb college, here I come." I grabbed a couple clothes that I knew would be suitable or at least, blend in with the students. Some jeans, black pants, sweatshirts, plain hoodie sweatshirts and a couple t-shirts.

I took the next bus available for Ground Zero, feeling the wind in my face as I took the window seat. I took in the trees, the jagged grasses metamorphosing into neatly trimmed bushes, the sound of water under the bridge crashing against rocks and finally the sun spreading warmth all over my flustered cheeks. I was more than elated to be admitted into Webb College. And to top it all, I was admitted on scholarship. Which meant I didn't need to worry about paying throughout my time in the school.

I was going to be an ophthalmologist. Part of it being to help my mom treat her blindness. Life would be good. Hours later, the bus pulled to a stop and I found myself stretching on the side of the road, bags straddled across my shoulders and arms.

Except the college wasn't what I dreamed of. The buildings were large, the fields so wide I was afraid I'd get lost and the people moving in and out made me wonder if this was a high school or a college. The students all wore uniforms; beautiful and well put together ones too. The girls wore white shirt, a black waistcoat over it, a black and white striped tie and black flared skirt. Their varieties of shoes were the way they flaunted their wealth and class.

I could see the bold inscription of designers on their boot heels and feathery shoes. The men wore basically the same thing except they added suit jackets if they wanted and wore pants. Their crisp white shirts matching their classy personality.

Making friends would be hard in Webb College. Everyone was in one group or the other. No one was alone. I knew that with time, I'd find my own group too.

As I finished setting up my accommodation and registration, I made for my dorm. My roommate was one of a kind and one of my first reality checks, telling me it wouldn't be easy making a friend not to mention find a group.

She had really dark brown hair that curled around her neck and barely crossed her shoulders. Her makeup was smoky and sort of gothic. She was in her bed, smoking what I guessed was weed and playing a guitar.

"Hi..."

"Don't talk to me!" She snapped, not even bothering to look at me. "We can't be friends."

I sat on the edge of my bed wondering if she didn't want to or she was just rejected like me. I debated whether to let anyone in college find out I had no wolf.

"I'm Leanna Schuler. What's yours?" Silence. "Even if you don't want to be friends, I still have to know my roommate's name."

She hesitated for a while before lifting her eyes to look at me. "Evie Lyons."

I nodded and flashed Evie a smile before leaving to prepare for my first class the next day.

I was dressed in my own uniform and for once, I felt like I belonged somewhere. I decided to make this a surprise for Phoebe whom I was sure would be really excited for me. I chuckled to my reflection, my black hair tied in a slick back bun, a pair of glasses to help reduce the light coming from my screen. I added a bit of gloss to hydrate my lips and set out for class.

On my way, I passed by so many students whom by any means knew I was new and different. Their eyes prodded me like scientists studying lab rats. I felt vulnerable under their scrutiny as I passed until I saw someone familiar for the first time since I arrived.

My lips curled into a big smile as I saw Phoebe move past with a group of students, all immaculately dressed and made up.

"Phoebe!" I yelled as I rushed to hug her. I expected a squeal. Hell! I expected even a smile but all I got was my friend pushing me away from her.

"Get away from me."

"Hey, what do you mean?" I asked, chuckling as I moved closer again. This time, two of her friends blocked me from getting close.

"Who dragged the wet rat in?" Another girl asked, looking more chic and confident than the rest of them as she asked. "Do you know this beggar, Phoebe?"

She shook her head. She f*****g shook her head! I did a double take as I glared at my best friend, standing tall amidst her friends in sharp uniform, black leather boots, hair worn into a ponytail and heavy make up shake her head.

"What? You can't be serious."

Phoebe scoffed as she rolled her eyes at me. "You just ruined a perfectly made day for me, you know? Thank you. And I hope we never cross paths again."

I stood transfixed to the ground. What the hell?