Born to be Sacrificed to the Alpha

Chapter 2

Harlow walks out with calm and poised steps. Her face is always hidden, which causes her back to be slightly hunched, but there is no sign of frailty or weakness. She has an undisguised arrogance and confidence about her, which is completely contradictory to the appearance that she portrays.

How can someone that chooses to hide themselves away be so confident? Or is it the fact that she uses the hood as some sort of protection? Is her confidence taken from the article of clothing?

As soon as she walks out of the room, a group of two laugh as they run towards her ready to pull back her hood.

Austin moves fast and grabs the boy's hand as he reaches out to grab Harlow’s hood, instantly twisting his arm and placing it behind the perpetrator's back.

While Austin would also like to see what is under the hood, his first reaction, without even thinking too hard about it, was to protect her.

Harlow looks at the scene through hooded eyes. She was one step off taking care of the assailant herself. She rolls her eyes and sighs as her hand drops back to the side of her body.

Austin looks at the two. Austin still has hold of the arm of one and the other Austin has by the collar of his shirt.

"What do you two think you're doing?"

"Nothing, nothing future alpha, it was just a joke"

"Don't let me catch you doing that again. Otherwise, you'll see how ruthless my jokes are"

The two boys ran off faster than they ran towards Harlow. Austin is the main future alpha of the school, the main future alpha of the area. There is one other at the school, but he also has to bow down to Austin.

Austin has a mostly gentle personality, he is friendly to everyone but no one ever dares to cross him. Most are surprised by his tone, but mostly they are surprised that he intervened to protect Harlow. Austin usually leaves others to their own things, only stepping in when the need arises. For minor disputes, he usually just looks the other way.

Austin defended Harlow, the weird girl, in such a way?

It is unbelievable.

Harlow glances briefly at the towering back in front of her, looking like a big strong tree ready to protect her from any storm. So righteous, so valiant.

So completely unrequired.

Harlow rolls her eyes and adjusts her bag on her shoulder before taking off toward her locker, not prepared to care further about the scene.

Austin looks at the girls back as she walks away without a care, his fists clench and he reaches out and grabs her forearm before his mind has even able to comprehend his actions.

His large hand wraps easily around her arm and his actions pull her to a stop. Harlow spins around to face the man, her eyes slightly flickering at his unexpected movement. She could throw him off but decides against it. He hasn't done anything that warrants such violence...yet. But she is uncomfortable with his action.

Austin is as shocked at his own actions as Harlow is. But he cannot shrug it off now, he cannot act like nothing happened, he wants to release his hand but his body doesn't want to cooperate.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?”

“For what?”

“For saving you”

Harlow laughs coldly as she looks up slightly into his beautiful hazel eyes, his face is chiseled perfection, his voice is deep and melodious, the look in his eye is so innocent.

It is hard to believe that he is the man that will take her life in only three weeks. Harlow steps forward so that her black military style leather boots are toe to toe with Austin's black canvas shoes. Austin is slightly shocked at her movement. The two figures have a huge size difference, the top of her head only coming up to his adams apple.

No one dares to stand so close to him, it is undermining his authority, but he doesn’t react. For some reason, he doesn’t even hate it.

In the crowded hallway, Harlow's voice is so low that it can only be heard between the two of them, while she has a slight hatred for Austin and the fact that she is going to die by his hands in such a short time.

Realistically, it is not exactly his fault. She has observed him over this time and knows that he is not actually a bad man. She would love for him to be bad. She would love for him to be rude and arrogant and everything else, but the truth is that he isn't. Unless he is just very good at hiding it and Harlow has the ability to be able to see through that after a long enough observation.

She would love for him to be bad, because then her hatred of him could be justified.

It is not exactly hatred. Hate would be a mild exaggeration. It isn't his fault that she will die. It isn't even his fault really that he may end up just the same way as her.

It is neither of their fault. But how is it possible to talk nicely to someone that is going to bring your life to an end on your eighteenth birthday?

“Save me is the exaggeration of a lifetime. Was I in mortal danger that I didn't know about?”

Austin, who has never heard her speak so many words, let alone so many words at once, remains shocked in place. Yes, saving her was an exaggeration unless the hood over her head had direct correlation with her life force.

"Maybe, but couldn't you at least say thank you?"

The voices are so quiet that all the others in the corridor can only just watch on in interest as the dashingly handsome man faces off with the hooded girl. Austin's face is expressionless as he looks down at the shadowed face. From this angle he can see the first glimpse of the pale and delicate chin and the perfectly shaped pink lips.

Austin's mind nearly goes blank with just that glimpse. For some reason, the only thing that fills his mind is too close to distance between them and kiss those lips. He has never seen a set of lips more perfect.

Her soft feminine scent travels to his nose. It is soft and gentle in sharp contrast to her near aggressive tone in her ice-cold voice.

"Thank you? Did I ask you to stop them? Did I ask you to interfere? Do I have to thank you so much for your heroic act?

Harlow tilts her chin slightly further up, revealing a cute, white, little button nose and more of her pale cheeks that hold the faintest hint of blush, bringing the only hint of color to her otherwise pale skin, her skin looking so soft and supple.

"I have news for you Austin. I am no damsel in distress and you?"

A long slender, pale finger pokes him right in the solid, chiseled chest, her perfect pink lips pressed tight in a grimace as she says through gritted teeth.

“And you are very far from being Prince Charming. Drop your heroic act. I don't need it"

Before Austin can think of a single word to retort, Harlow has already turned on her heel and walked away without a single backward glance. Austin is frozen on the spot. When has he ever been spoken to like this? Wasn't that a slight bit aggressive for a favour?

But even after all the words and her unwarranted attitude, he still can't bring himself to be angry with her. He still can't even bring himself to feel like she is threatening his authority, all that is on his mind is still those pink lips. He just wants to chase her down and capture them with his. Invade that rude, ruthless little mouth with his tongue, eat up all the harsh words and show her how she should thank him.

Austin turns and walks in the opposite direction, slapping his own cheek, mumbling to himself.

“What is wrong with you?”

Austin starts to worry about himself. He always assumed that he was the dominant one. Why did he enjoy her words? Does he have some masochist tendencies?

Austin shakes his head to clear those bad thoughts. No, he definitely wanted to dominate her, he wanted to break the wild filly and tame her.

He cannot be satisfied by that brief glimpse of her face. He wants to see the whole thing. What he saw dispelled all the rumors, what he saw was stunning. Only he saw, it is exciting, like he viewed something so private, something so special.