Crystal's POV
I was delighted and excited that this man came on time to save my ass because I don't know what would have happened there if he didn't show up.
Who knows if they might beat me up that moment if he didn't show up, I thought while I took off the tie around my neck, losing the first three buttons of my shirt.
" You must have been scared back there." I heard him comment, while I look up to check and confirm if he was talking to me or someone on the phone. But then, I realized that he was not on call neither was not talking to anyone else but me.
" Huh?" I asked pretending not to know exactly what he is talking about because am yet to recover from what just have moment ago with those tiny legs seniors who derive joy in bulling.
Come to think of it, they were shocked the moment they heard him refer to me as an Alpha. Do they really underrate people and think they are any better than the others?
Even with how lowly her life is, she can't stand the warlord's left-hand man not to talk of his right-hand man or the warlord himself, who is the gamma.
If she wants to make it in this world we are, she just has to stick to her Alpha all around else, she would be matched upon even by the smallest being in the werewolves world.
She might be a senior here in the school but outside in the real world in which we all train for, she is nothing but a shame and stain which can be written off, clean up or cover up if you want to be.
It always depends on how her owner would like to use her, it's not an option which she can make, or an outsider can make. When her owner says it's time up, then her time is truly up.
No one dares to change whatever her owner has said and stamped, not even with her good hand work which might be put in consideration, although that's if she has one.
Only a fellow Alpha can even ask her owner to put her behavior into consideration, but as for me, I would even let them just take another look at her before disposing her.
I am sure she would be suitable for an evil parent, step-sister or even stepmother and also an enemy during a set play. She wouldn't need to train at all because it's in her blood already.
She would just have to walk up to the stage and display how good she is at that part since it has become a part of her if not leaving one a percent of decency in her.
I only hope when her Alpha finds his mate, she won't be the end of that mate. Because if I am to be mated to him, and he still has her as a side chick, I am going to fight tooth and nail until I have her out of his life for good.
I can't even stand breathing the same air with her, not to talk of sharing the same man with her. The last thing I want to do. I mean, the man is mine, not her.
Then why will I be willing to share?
If I am going to share with someone, not an evil individual and a bully like her.
If she isn't going to have a piece I give her, I mean the little piece I render to her, if she can't be grateful with it and not expect more from me, than she can stay away from what's mine and let me enjoy it to the fullest.
I am not a type to mess with when it comes to what's mine, especially the fact that I have been waiting for eternity for this only to have a piece of trash snatch it from me, that's not going to happen.
Not when I still live and have my complete body parts. I thought while shaking my head, silently cursing at the thought and imagination of these happening to me.
Suddenly, my wolf began to somehow, which makes me wonder what could have happened that made her this way. What can I be missing in my memory? I thought, setting out to pick one or to two things which I might have forgotten.
But nothing was making any sense, neither is it meeting with the way she is behaving. Or is she reacting towards my imagination? I thought.
" What's yours." She quoted it out of all I have said, making me realize that I have been mentioning this from the very start of this conversation.
Seriously, that's not what I meant. I am just trying to put myself in the shoe and nothing more to it. I said, setting out to justify my actions and thoughts while my cheeks hit up in embarrassment.
Is someone having a crush already on her first day in high school? She asked again, making me shift uncomfortably on the back seat while I move from the middle to the side seat, shifting my weight from one butt to another.
She keeps on taunting me with how he looks like, bringing images of him and me together in my head as I try as much as possible to silent her in my head.
But she wouldn't give in, not until my driver interrupted.
Finally shutting her up, but she still has this thing, giving me the feelings that am I going to be on the hot seat later at night when everyone one else is asleep. I am sure she will have me wide awake.
Such a wicked wolf I have got in here, one who wouldn't let go until she has what she wanted.
I thought pity full trying as much as possible to have her free me by tricking her into thinking am sorry for denying all her accusations of it, but it seems it's not going to work today.
Because Instead of her to feel sorry and let go, she is still adamant in my head while she looks away. Still on her plan to torture me, I hope I survive without ending up dreaming about him. I thought saying a quick prayer.
But it won't hurt to have a little glimpse at his cute face. There she goes again, my mind is a bitch… TBC