Bullied By My Alpha Twins

Let me be

NADIA

What am I not?

As the door swung closed behind them, I felt a rush of emotions flooding through me. Relief made my knees feel weak, but that relief was mixed with frustration at how my life had gotten to this point. I couldn’t believe I was relying on Alex and Sandro—two boys who had so bullied me.

I turned to face Alex and Sandro as they lingered near the door, still within the threshold. “Why did you do that?” I asked, my voice shaky.

Alex shrugged, his expression casual. “You looked like you needed help. And I couldn’t just stand by and watch him kick you out.”

“I don’t want your charity,” I snapped, attempting to regain my composure. “I can handle it on my own.”

“Really?” Sandro replied, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the doorframe. “How’s that working out for you, then? You can’t even afford your rent, Nadia.” There was an edge to his tone, but I could sense a playful challenge behind it.

“Enough, Sandro,” Alex said, glancing at him before turning back to me. “Look, it’s not charity if you don’t want it to be. Just think of it as a loan.”

“I really don’t want your money. You don’t get to come in here and fix my problems for me,” I insisted, feeling a mix of gratitude and anger surge through me.

“Then what are you going to do?” Alex pressed, his expression turning serious. “You’re living in a fantasy if you think you can magically come up with that kind of money.”

“I—” I started, but my voice faltered. I was tired of promising things I couldn’t deliver.

“Listen,” Alex said, cutting me off before I could even string the words together. “We didn't do this for free. You would have to pay us back every penny in the way we deem fit.”

“I didn't ask for your help,” I protested.

“Well, you didn't have to,” Sandro said, his voice defiant.

Damn it!

All eyes were fixed on me when I got to school the next morning. It felt like I was walking into a lion's den, and every pair of eyes had teeth ready to sink into me. Everywhere I turned, people were looking at me, laughing and mocking me. The hallways echoed with whispers and snickers, and I could feel the weight of their gazes like daggers digging into my skin.

It felt like even the hallways mocked me!

"This is different from anything I had ever seen," I thought grimly to myself, each step feeling heavier than the last. I took a deep breath, trying to hold my head high as my heart raced in my chest. Just as I turned a corner, something caught my attention.

"That's the girl in the video!" I heard someone say to her friend, pointing in my direction.

"What video?" My mind raced as confusion fluttered around inside me. I had no idea what they were talking about, but whatever it was, it seemed to involve me in a way that felt extremely uncomfortable.

I hurried through the front entrance, desperately wanting to reach the safety of my classroom as quickly as possible. My heart pounded like a drum, and each passing second only intensified the sense of dread clouding my thoughts. I moved through the throng of students, only to be greeted with the same stares that made me feel like I was exposed for everyone to see. The mocking laughter followed me, filling the spaces between excitement and malice.

Just as I stepped into the classroom, the atmosphere changed. A few classmates spotted me and burst into laughter, leaning back in their seats as if I was the punchline of a terrible joke. Others shot me those mocking stares that had become all too familiar, their eyes bubbling with superiority.

“Hey, we heard you are so wretched that you couldn’t pay your bills. Your landlord almost threw you out of the dungeon you call a house. Poor you,” one of the girls sneered, striding confidently towards me. Her voice dripped with venom, and I felt my insides twist in distress.

“We saw the video,” another said aloud, her tone gleeful, as if she were sharing a tantalizing secret.

“You looked so proud in your emptiness,” another added, and that comment caused almost the entire class to erupt into laughter.

“Beautiful but wretched!” someone shouted, and the laughter roared even stronger, a clamor that reverberated off the walls and intensified my humiliation.

I could feel the walls closing in around me, the laughter echoing in my ears like a haunting echo. I couldn’t take it anymore; I felt the heat rise within me, a wave of anger and embarrassment crashing together in one explosive moment. I turned around and bolted out of the classroom, my legs moving faster than they ever had before.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, leaving the laughter and mocking stares behind. I dashed down the hallways, dodging students who seemed to move in slow motion, my heart racing like a runaway train. I needed to find a quiet spot where I could breathe, out of sight and out of mind.

Finally, I found a secluded corner near the back of the school, where the walls were covered in worn-out paint and the sound of chaos faded into silence. I leaned against the cool brick wall, my breath hard and shallow as I sank down onto the floor, curling my knees to my chest. My heart pounded in my ears, and the tears threatened to spill, but I quickly wiped them away. Alex and Sandro had made my life a living hell, and now they had taken it a step further by apparently paying my bills just so they could torment me more. I felt like their pawn in some twisted game, and it infuriated me.

Just then, I heard footsteps approaching, and my breath caught in my throat. I hoped desperately it wasn’t Alex or Sandro looking for me, ready to inflict more pain. But when I looked up, it was Jack.

“Nadia,” he said gently, concern etched across his handsome face.

I could see that he felt sorry for me, and that made me even more angry. I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for me anymore; I didn’t want pity. “Just go,” I said quietly, my voice barely a whisper.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he walked closer to me. His steady gaze pierced through the walls I had built up, drawing me out even when I wanted to retreat further into my shell.

“Leave me alone,” I replied, not quite able to meet his eyes.

“I’m not leaving you here,” he asserted with a tone that was firm but gentle.

“Leave me alone!” I growled suddenly, the frustration bubbling up dangerously inside me. I could feel my hands crack a bit, a sensation that coursed through me, as if my wolf was about to overwhelm the thin veneer of control I held.

Jack's eyes widened, looking genuinely taken aback. “What are you?” he said, his voice dropping in pitch, shock flickering across his face.

The vulnerability in his expression both calmed me and stoked the fire of my anger. His surprise grated on me. All I wanted was to feel normal, to walk into school without feeling like I was wearing a target on my back, but here we were, and instead of that, I was on the brink of losing control completely.

“Just—just let me be,” I said, my voice trembling now, struggling to keep the wolf inside me at bay.

But all I could see was the concern plastered on Jack's face, and I was torn. I didn’t want him to worry about me, but at the same time, I didn’t want to face this alone. I felt like I was standing at a precipice, and I didn’t know whether to leap or to pull back.

His presence felt both comforting and suffocating all at once, and as I grappled with my emotions, the room around us seemed to fade away. I had to remind myself that I was still Nadia, even if the humiliation and anger threatened to reshape me into someone unrecognizable.

Just then, I closed my eyes, focusing on breathing deeply and calming the storm inside. “I just want to be left alone,” I whispered, a small part of me yearning for the strength to let him in, even as the walls rose against that desire.

Jack remained still, uncertainty casting shadows over his handsome features. He didn’t leave, and even though I was furious at him for intruding, a small part of me was grateful he cared enough to stay. How could I reconcile those two feelings? The conflict bubbled beneath the surface, and as I opened my eyes and met his gaze, I realized, whether he understood or not, I was still teetering on the fine line between my human emotions and my wolf instincts, and the struggle was far from over.

“What are you?,” he asked again.

“One of you.”