SHATTERED BY MY ALPHAS TWISTED DESIRES.

Chapter 4: Ashenfang Leno's POV

After some hours I stepped out of the clinic, Vera was waiting for me, leaning against the wall with a casual smile.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

I hesitated, and nodded. No one had really been kind to me since I arrived, so I wasn’t sure if this was an act or if she was different.

“Yeah… I guess.” I guess I'll just have to not judge quickly.

She linked her arm with mine, pulling me into step with her. “Listen, I know what it’s like to be the odd one out. Prestige High is a battlefield, and trust me, you don’t want to be on the wrong side of it.”

I studied her face. She seemed genuine enough. She wouldn't be a problem.

“And what side are you on?” I asked as I gave her a smile.

“The one that survives,” she said while I laughed for the first time today, I felt like I might have an ally. Vera had made me laugh, my first friend.

The day ended, and soon my ride arrived. In no time, I was home.

After a quick bath, I headed to the dining room, ensuring my eye patch was securely in place before taking my seat at the table.

The maids swiftly brought out the dishes and drinks.

“How was your day at school?” my mother asked, her focus on her plate.

I swallowed down the bitterness threatening to rise. “It was great. No problems. I even made some new friends.”

‘And enemies, to be precise.’

She nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure?” she asked, sipping her wine, her sharp gaze flickering toward me.

I nodded.

“Anyway, I heard someone took off your eye patch,” Mr. Haye said, looking at me.

“Yes, but it wasn’t my fault. She started it. I tried to stay out of trouble,” I said, feigning a sad expression.

“Alright, fine. From now on, you won’t be needing that anymore. Just be careful. Now, eat up and get some rest,” he said.

“Okay… but why did you adopt me when you knew I was wolfless?” I asked, glancing at them.

“You’re special, so don’t listen to what anyone says,” Mr. Haye replied, exchanging a knowing smile with his wife.

“Understood.” I wiped my lips with a napkin and stood. “I’ll head to my room now.”

The next day at school, Vera found me and slid into the seat across from me with her tray of food.

“Hey,” I greeted her with a smile.

“Hey, how are you?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“As you can see, I’m holding up,” I joked, and we both laughed.

Her smile faded slightly, and she leaned in. “Ash, I need to tell you something,” she whispered urgently, her eyes darting around as if afraid someone might overhear.

“What is it?” I asked, curiosity sparking in me.

“I overheard something… about you. About why you’re different.” She hesitated before continuing. “There’s a note. Someone left it in one of the private study rooms. They didn’t want to be seen giving it to you.”

My heart pounded. A note? About me?

“Who? And how do you know it’s for me?” I asked, suspicion creeping into my tone.

Vera shook her head. “I don’t know. I heard some girls talking about it this morning. But if I were you, I’d read it before someone else does.”

The way she spoke, the way her eyes flickered over her shoulder nervously, it all felt real. If she was lying, she was a damn good actress.

“Where is it?”i asked

“I’ll take you.” she replied to me.

She led me down the halls, past the crowded corridors and into the quieter wing of the school, where unused classrooms lined the hall.

When we reached a door at the far end, Vera pushed it open. “In there. On the desk.”

I stepped inside.

The room was dim, the only light coming from a small window near the ceiling. I looked around, there was no note.

“Hmm, Vera. I don’t see any..”

The door slammed shut behind me.

I spun around.

Vera was gone.

Instead, Debbie and her group of followers stepped out from the side door, their faces twisted with amusement.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Vera’s voice drifted from the other side of the door. “You were just too easy.”

My blood ran cold.

Debbie smirked, arms crossed. “Look at you. Two-colored eyes, no wolf. And yet, you walk around here like you belong.”

“Can’t believe Vera tricked you so easily.”

The girls behind her giggled. One of them pulled out a phone and started recording.

Debbie stepped closer, gripping my chin between her fingers. “You think just because a few guys looked at you, you matter? You’re nothing. You’re an abomination.”

I wrenched my face away from her grasp, my heart hammering.

She grabbed my hair and yanked, forcing my head back. “Tell me, dear, haven’t you walked straight into the lion’s den without realizing it? Who’s going to save you now?” she sneered.

I tried to push her away, but she was stronger. The others closed in, their laughter ringing in my ears.

I clenched my teeth, refusing to let her see the fear bubbling inside me. Debbie’s grip on my hair tightened, and I felt the sting at my scalp.

“I don’t need saving,” I spat, my voice sharp despite the tremor in my chest.

Debbie scoffed and yanked harder, forcing me to stumble.

“Big words for someone so pathetic.” She glanced at the girl recording. “Make sure you get this. Let’s show everyone what happens when a wolf-less freak oversteps her place.”

The girl smirked and zoomed in on my face.

Debbie’s fingers trailed down my cheek before gripping my jaw again. “I wonder if you cry just like a human,” she mused, then suddenly slapped me across the face.

Pain bloomed across my skin, but I refused to react. I refused to give them the satisfaction.

Debbie’s smile faltered when I met her gaze head-on, my eyes burning with anger. “That’s all you’ve got?” I whispered, low enough that only she could hear.

For a moment, uncertainty flickered in her brown eyes. But then, with a growl, she shoved me backward, and I collided with the desk behind me.

The girls around her laughed.

“Maybe we should teach her a real lesson,” one of them suggested, stepping forward.

Debbie nodded, her smirk returning. “Good idea. Give her the beating of her life.”

Panic prickled down my spine. I glanced at the door, calculating my chances of making a run for it. But before I could move, the door slammed open.

A familiar deep voice cut through the tension.

“That’s enough.”

Knight.

Oh yeah, here comes the hero.

He stood at the entrance, his black-hazel eyes scanning the room before locking onto me. His expression was unreadable, as always.

Why can't I read his expressions?

But the air around him was heavy, dangerous.

The girls froze, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. Even Debbie hesitated before forcing a sweet smile.

“We were just having a little fun,” she said innocently.

Knight’s jaw ticked. “Leave.”

“But… ”

“Now.” His voice was low, lethal.

The room thickened, but one by one, the girls backed away. Debbie lingered the longest, throwing me one last glare before flipping her hair and strutting toward the door.

Vera peeked inside, before she scurried away with the others, she better cause I'll pay back.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Knight stepped toward me, his expression unreadable again. “You’re reckless.”

I swallowed hard, not sure if he was scolding me or… something else.

“Next time,” he muttered, eyes narrowing, “try not to be so easy to fool.”

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there… confused, bruised.

What the f**k is wrong with him?

I'm bruised and he isn't helping me, he just left.