His Majesty, My Alpha.

"Thuck!" I feel the scrunched up piece of paper, hit me in the head for the fifth time since this class began an hour ago. I sigh to myself, and lean over so my head rests on my desk, but I could still drag my eyes up to see the teacher. I hear the snickers of laughter behind me, and I bite on the side of my cheek hard enough to draw blood at the recognition of one, and groan in my head, 'Goddamm Effing Davis.' I close my eyes and picture at the back of my mind, ' I see myself standing and shifting, withstanding the pains of doing so without a full moon, and just sinking my claws into their abdominal flesh...' A stern voice breaks me out of my reverie, " Miss Tyra Well, what do you think you're doing?", i hear, as silence engulfs the class. I sigh and sit up, looking above me to find the Civic education teacher, Mrs. Noah, standing above me with the ugliest look I imagine she could ever project. Reaching for my pen, I squeeze hard, so hard, I feel the item bend in my hands. Groaning in frustration, I feel an unwilling yawn draw out my lips, as my eyes tear up. I blink myself back to focus, I really must be tired, and turn back to Mrs Noah, putting on the most apologetic face I could, trying to explain my way out. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Noah, I stayed up all night marking the elementary school students test forms, and..." "A punishment you were given for your unrepentant ways of laziness", she sneers at me snapping the book in her hands shut, " And one I can obviously see, you deserved." The woman clucked her tongue. I want to tell her to shove it but I know I'm on thin ice, and so I sit still and watch her stand over me, looking forward as if deliberating something. I feel a flicker of hope light in me as I thought, 'maybe she'll free me from this punishment, after seeing how it affects my school life.' Finally, she turns to me, and waving her hand dismissively, spat in my direction, "I am officially extending your punishment of school service by two months." At first, I couldn't believe I was hearing those words, them disbelief gave birth to anger, as I gaped at her in disbelief. Scraping my chair against the tile floor, I stood to full length, rewarded by the groans of the students around me as they covered their ears with their palms. I was so annoyed I couldn't even laugh at that, and I was pretty sure no matter how hard I tried to hide it this time, I was pretty sure I looked pissed. "Two months, Mrs Noah, what did I do?", I leand towards her, and pointed angrily back at Davis who was still nursing his ears from the noise, a few seconds ago, "he should get punished, he!" I put down my hands when I saw Mrs Noah's eyebrows raise in challenge at my threatening stance. I decided to take a more civil approach, and place my arguments calmly, as I was taught, "Besides, as far as I know," I pointed back in front of me to the poster on the class information board, bearing on it, the written rules and regulations, "the punishment in THIS SCHOOL for any sleeping students, is detention for a week." Mrs Noah smirked at me, and put my finger back down at my side, tapping my shoulder. "Well, you not just any sleeping student, are you now, miss Well?", she said and returned back to the front of the class, the school bell rang. Flushing as I tried to swallow the ball of lead stuck to my throat, I sat back down slowly, as I contemplated the upcoming late nights, I didn't even have any time to study anymore, and exams were in twenty two days. As the students filed out of class, I felt taps behind my head, and one hit me so hard, I almost face palmed my table. I stayed in place, for how long I don't know, and when the class finally emptied out, I sobbed. --------------------------------- I lower myself on to the grass behind the cafeteria where my special table was set beside the paper trash. I looked around me empty field, sad that I was the only Omega at this school. I don't know how my father pulled it off, but here I am, in a school for only the top three tiers of the lycanthrope hierarchy, the Beta- the Delta- the Gamma. Of course the Alphas don't go here, they're in a whole different league of their own. I look around the school noting the beautifully painted structure towering over me, gleaming in comparison to the sketch of a building in which I attended school previously. There are three floors I the building of the school, and each belong to each tier. The gammas are stuck with me, and the betas are top floor. Top-notch education. Our typical school days consist of three hours of written teaching, and four of hard core physicals. I think that's why the gammas hate me, I'm don't do much badly than any of them do in said classes. I take out my book which I had stuffed earlier in my back pocket and using my backpack as a head rest, lay on my back, and began flipping through the pages. Yes, we do like reading even though majority of our lifetimes, are governed by violence, and yes we do have lockers for our backpacks, and yes, I was assigned one, but from the incident I faced on my first day of school here, I prefer not dropping my bag anywhere my eyes, and hand can't quickly reach it. As I flip through the pages, I hear my stomach grunt as the smells from the window above my legs, tantalize my senses, but I don't dwell on the feeling. 1. I couldn't afford lunch here anyway, and, 2. The last time I brought lunch here, I couldn't even touch it after goddamm effing David was done with it, 3. I'm already used to being hungry a lot of the time, you know, being an Omega. I hear a buzzer, and the intercom comes on, as pedigree three students are called back into their classes. I grunt and shake m head, knowing our class is next. Ugh, why does time move so fast. I pick my bag and heave across the brely growing lawn and kick open the back door of the cafeteria for staff only. As I pass through the door, my dad's friend and co-worker, Mill, silently passes a bun into my hands, and since I can't talk to attract the attention of the other workers, I nod him a thank you. when I burst out on the other side of the door, I quickly stuff the bun in my mouth and drink from the closest fountain. By the time I'm done, I'm well energized for the day, and I stitch through the halls. I know I'm a little too early, but I just want to avoid any likely horrors I might experience if these halls are flooded by the students. I pass the only staircase leading upstairs and stare a little, as I've been forbidden from ' wandering past my excesses,' . I'm filled with joy, because like I predicted, every hallway I pass is empty. I turn left on the next corner, treading stealthily as I passed the teachers lounge to avoid rousing any of them, and when I pass the third window, I breathe in a sigh of relief...in my head. As I turn the corner leading to the classrooms, I feel a hand on my backpack, and before I can turn around, I land on my butt, ungraciously. I look up to see an angry face, and it's one I recognize, it's Mari, the girl in the seat behind me. That's right, I might be unable to associate, but I listen. I try to get up, but she steps on my bag's zipper end, making it impossible for me to move without ruining my backpack. I curse silently to myself, we don't have the money for that right now. Let me remind you that a female werewolf, is more than 10 times stronger than the average human male. Emphasis on the MORE. I know if I moved indiscriminately, I would rip that bag in two, and she knows too, that's why she's smirking, the crazy b***h. I lay back defeatedly, waiting for her to explain herself...and this. By now a crowd consisting of our class and pedigree three, had formed. I didn't even know when. I looked into their maniacal faces, and knew that not one of then would stand up for me. I looked back at Mari confused... I know none of them ever really liked me, but unlike the rest of them, she doesn't bully me, even though she never stands up for me. She even offered to sit behind me, when no one else wanted to, an act I was forever grateful for... until now. She folded her hands, and released my zipper, allowing me stand on my feet. I now know why she held me for long. She wanted an audience. I feel bile rise to my throat, as my brain flashes dangerous thoughts before my eyes, thoughts in which I half-shifted and tore her throat out. I closed my eyes tightly willing myself to avoid temptation, and tamp it down. I know what they'd do to me if they knew, if they found out... i gulp painfully and croak out to her, to show a sign of weakness, "What is the problem?" She smirked and lifted an eyebrow, "The problem is that a their like you," she points at me, "is actually here." I stiffen as I hear gasps from everyone present, including myself, and some snickers, like some people actually believed her, 'it's one thing to accuse a person for a crime, it's another when morons, like these ones around me start to believe', I turn to Mari and grit out, and this time I'm sure my anger is evident. "Be careful with your speech, Mari, someone might actually believe you caught me red handed," I raise an eyebrow with effort, "stealing." She snorts and looks directly behind me at an unknown target, but I'm not a bit interested in what she's looking at, because right now my target is her. "What would you call sneaking into the class when lunch is yet, far from over?", she retorted. I take in a deep breath unable to explain yet trying hard not to stutter, "I wasn't sneaking, I was..." "You were what?!" I look over at her, noting the sudden anger in her tone, wondering when this became personal. Her eyes were still trained above my shoulder, and so I turned around, trying to see what she's seeing, bit I could find nothing but an empty hallway. I felt it, even before I could swing my face back to her's. The punch landed squarely on my left cheek, and my head snapped back with speed, and then back to her's. I felt my blood boil, and my rage course through my veins, as I looked back at her...and smiled. I heard a gasps spread across the crowd and murmurs carry round. I knew what they were thinking...No Omega could take that kind of heat, and still stand..., not to mention grinning like she won the effing lottery. I heard the murmurs as clear as light, and the sentences I heard chilled my bone with fear, and laced my blood with anger. So I leaned back...and punched her back, straight in the neck, feeling a certain satisfaction when I heard the crunch of cartilage, as she dropped to the ground, clutching for air. I felt their hatred resonate as Davis ran straight through the crowd to me, and tried to punch me in the neck too, but I saw him coming and was already prepared for his attack, receiving the blow on my right shoulder instead. I reeled back from the impact, and fell to the ground, not because the hit was powerful enough to knock me down, but because it had to be powerful enough to knock me down. As the crowd gathered over Mari, tending to her, and trying to administer first aid, I felt a presence watching. Not a recognizable feeling, but a strange, unfamiliar one, and my discomfort grew with every second I couldn't fish him out. And so I raised myself slowly, and watched my surroundings, but saw no physical manifestation of the presence. And then I looked up past the forbidden stairs, and up in the top tiers, saw the principal, and an unfamiliar, but very handsome face stare back at me. I couldn't even make out their features properly from the distance, but I could feel the heat of his gaze. And even though I felt butterflies in my stomach at his gaze, it felt like these butterflies were eating me up. And that was when I looked down at Mari again and realized, I'm in very, deep, s**t.