Chapter 8


    Chapter 8


    God, my head is pounding like you wouldn’t believe. I force myself to open my eyes, my throat feeling


    sore and


    room, realizing it was mine. But how had I gotten here? I distinctly remember being hit on the head by


    father


    downstairs and then nothing. I was certain I had fallen unconscious from the pain in my head. So who


    had put me to bed? I doubted it was father, but it was equally astonishing to think my brother Damien


    would show that much care


    towards me. But he was the only one who could have possibly done it and I feel a small bit of


    gratefulness towards


    him.


    I force myself to roll out of bed, blinking against the bright sunlight and trying not to scream at the pain


    in my head. I feel the back of my hair and can tell it’s matted with dried blood and I groan, it’s going to


    take forever to get it all out and I’m hoping I won’t have to do something horrible like cut it. It’s taken


    forever for me to grow it as long as


    this. I hurry to the bathroom and am ecstatic to find I’m able to wash it out with a bit of elbow grease,


    my hand now fully healed along with my head injury. It’s the small things in life I think to myself sourly,


    to be grateful for.


    Ttake my time and tiptoe downstairs, disgusted by the mess that greets me. There are dishes piled


    everywhere


    and dozens of empty beer bottles scattered all over the lounge room floor. Thankfully, father is snoring


    loudly in the


    chair, possibly still drunk judging by the smell of him, and I take the opportunity to make breakfast,


    putting his on the table. There’s no way I’m going to wake him up and face his wrath when I have


    school to get to. For the first time,


    almost inhaled my bacon and egg sandwich, no sign of my brother anywhere and I assume he’s gone


    to school already. Good riddance, I couldn’t have been happier this morning. I leave his breakfast out in


    case and grab my school bag. So far it’s been a non-eventful morning and part of me feels hopeful that


    it will continue, walking to


    school uninterrupted by anyone for the first time in months, and I can’t believe my good fortune. What


    was going on?


    Had the moon goddess taken pity on me?


    A group of cheerleaders are gathered in the hall and I instinctively duck my head down and try to cover


    it with


    past. Too busy with their conversation or possibly gossip. Whatever, as long as it has nothing to do with


    me, I could


    care less.


    “Can you believe there’s a new kid at school today?”.


    “That’s not all, guess what?”


    “I heard he’s an Alpha”, Jessica speaks up and I flinch, still working on getting past them without being


    caught. I


    catch her tossing her hair over her shoulder, a massive smile on her face. “I just know that he’s going to


    be my mate,


    it’s obvious” she almost purrs while her friends look a bit put out. Trouble in paradise, I think to myself


    smugly. Looks


    like her friends also want a piece of this poor Alpha kid.


    “What if you’re not though,” another one dares to question her and falls silent at the scorching look on


    her


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    face.


    “He’ll still want me” she said smugly, “after all, I’m the most beautiful girl in the school. We don’t always


    have to agree to be with mates, we can choose to mark each other.” I almost scoff at her tant


    disy of confidence. Mates


    are meant to be together forever and I wonder why she thinks just being beautiful will be enough to get


    his interest. nce from him and that’s perfectly fine with me. I prefer to be invisible rather than have


    attention on me.


    The other girls begin to chat excitedly amongst themselves and I make it to my locker without incident,


    grabbing


    the books I need. My heart sinks a little. With what happenedst night, I wasn’t able toplete my


    homework and


    I feared what the teacher might say. It wasn’t exactly my fault, but it still hurt nheless. I hated to let


    my teachers down. Unless it was beyond my control, likest night when I was unconscious, I passed it


    in every day without fail and I knew my grades could take a hit and it was all because of what my father


    had done to mest night. Damn him, I think bitterly as I begin to make my way to my algebra ss,


    feeling angry and full of hatred at the man who was no longer a real father to me. Hopefully, the


    homework, or ratherck of it, won’t affect my grades in any way. If I have


    to, I’ll offer to do extra credit to make it up. I refuse to let my grades fail when I need them for college.


    I find myself wondering about this so-called new boy that has everyone so excited. Like we haven’t


    seen an Alpha


    before. Then again there were no other Alpha’s at this school. Most tend to go to private ones over


    public, guess because of their status as leaders of their packs. Would this Alpha be kind or would he be


    like the rest of the school and torment me along with them? Or would he keep away from me? Because


    being bullied by regr shifters is bad, 1 don’t really want to find out how much worse the bullying can


    get when an Alpha decides to join in as well.