Bullied By My Alpha Twins

Worse

NADIA

It can only get worse until it's worse!

Everything and everyone seemed to be up against me, and that really made my confidence take a big hit. Jack had stopped talking to me entirely, and it felt like he was always determined to get out of my way every time our paths came close to crossing. It was like walking through a minefield; one wrong step and I could blow everything up.

Even when I tried to make the move to talk to him, he always had some excuse ready. “Oh, I’ve got rugby practice to catch up with today,” he’d say, his tone casual but his eyes avoiding me. Or the classic, “Oh, Mark is waiting for me, and I can’t keep him waiting.” And as if that weren’t enough, sometimes he’d even add, “I need to be with the Dean right now!,” as if they had suddenly become a bond that could never be separated. I could see the same pattern repeating, and it stung more than I cared to admit.

I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach, but it was hard. Jack and I used to share everything—inside jokes, late-night texts about our favorite shows, even the secret thrill of knowing we were part of the same world. But now? Now it felt like I was a ghost in my own life, drifting through the hallways, invisible to the one friend I wanted to connect with the most.

Desperate for answers, I decided to reach out to Mark. Jack’s best friend seemed like the only reasonable way to get to the bottom of the situation. Maybe he could help me understand why Jack was avoiding me. But I ended up regretting that move almost immediately.

I should have learned my lesson from the first time I tried to talk to him about Mark.

I spotted him leaning against the lockers, chatting with some of the guys. As I approached, the playful atmosphere around him died a little, like I was an unwelcome chill in a warm room. He turned to me with a look that said he was not in the mood for conversation, but I pressed on anyway.

“Hey, Mark, do you have a minute?” I asked, my voice steady despite my nerves.

He crossed his arms, mirroring the tough stance of many werewolves when they prepared for a confrontation. “What do you want?” he asked bluntly, no hint of warmth in his tone.

“Um, I just wanted to talk about Jack,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice calm. “He’s been acting really distant lately, and I don’t know why. Do you think he's angry with me?”

Mark’s face hardened, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “He doesn’t want you anywhere near him, Nadia,” he began, his tone very blunt and unforgiving.

My heart sank. “What do you mean?” I pressed, confusion swirling inside me. “We were close, and he never mentioned wanting me to stay away. I just want to know—”

“What does my friend have to do to make you understand that he doesn’t want to get into any more trouble with Alexa and Sandro just because of you?” Mark interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “Just leave him alone! Stay away from him!”

His words hit me like a slap across the face. I opened my mouth to respond, but he turned on his heel and stormed away, leaving me standing there, feeling even more hurt and bewildered.

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I hurriedly blinked them away, not wanting to let anyone see how much his words affected me. Not even the non-stop bullying from Alex and Sandro made me feel less of myself the way I did that day. They were relentless, mocking me at any opportunity they could find, calling me “lonely wolf” and “the outcast of the pack.” I knew they thrived on my misery, but Mark’s words cut deeper because they were layered with truth—truth that I wished wasn’t there.

The whole day felt unbearably heavy, each class dragging on like an eternity. I fumbled my way through my studies, but my mind was only half there, the other half caught in the web of my emotions. How could everything change so quickly? One moment, I was filled with hope about Jack being the one friend who really cared about me, and now I was more lost than ever.

At lunch, I found a quiet corner in the cafeteria, hoping to escape the chaos around me. I sat alone, pushing my food around on my plate while the laughter and voices of my classmates buzzed around me. I watched Jack from afar, laughing with Mark and other members of the rugby team. He was engaging and animated, the life of the party, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

“Why can’t that be me?” I murmured to myself, wishing to be in his orbit again, sharing in those moments that now seemed so far away. His eyes seemed to catch mine, but he took them away almost immediately, and continued teasing his friends as if I didn't exist.

Suddenly, I felt a presence at the edge of the table. I looked up, my heart sinking when I spotted Alex and Sandro approaching. Their smug expressions told me trouble was brewing.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t lonely Nadia,” Alex sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. He leaned over my table, invading my personal space. “Still sitting here all by yourself? I didn’t know you were such a loser”

“A sore one,” Sandro added. He sat by me and held my hand. His every touch felt like pain that would never go away.

I tried to ignore them, turning my gaze down to my untouched food, but they weren’t going to let that happen.

“Aw, come on, don’t be shy! You should be proud to embrace your solitude! It’s a badge of honor for someone like you,” Sandro added, his laughter echoing around us.

I clenched my fists under the table, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Leave me alone,” I said quietly, wanting nothing more than for them to go away.

But they weren’t finished. “What’s wrong, Nadia? Missing your boyfriend Jack? Oh wait, that’s right—he doesn’t want you!” Alex taunted, his grin wide and infuriating.

That was it. I felt a wave of anger surge through me, and I finally met their gazes head-on. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” I shot back, my voice firm. “Maybe you should be careful who you pick on. It doesn’t make you tough; it just makes you pathetic.”

Their laughter died down slightly, and for half a second, I saw surprise cross their faces before the smirks returned. “Look at her, acting all tough! Cute. What can a little wolf like you really do?” Sandro challenged, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and disdain.

“Let's go, Sandro,” Alex said to him just as his anger was rising. He looked disappointed, but he obliged Alex’s request.

“We're not done,” he whispered to me on their way out.

After they walked out of the cafeteria, I sat there in a daze, feeling utterly defeated. The noise of chattering students faded into a dull roar as I bent my head down on the table and wept quietly. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision and soaking into the fabric of my shirt. I couldn’t keep up with their relentless bullying, and the thought of this nightmare not ending terrified me. The cafeteria that had always been a place of laughter and chatter now felt like a prison, with walls slowly closing in on me.

Just when I thought I could sink into the ground and disappear, someone tapped my shoulder. Slowly, I looked up, though I really didn’t want to face anyone. But when I turned around, my heart dropped. It was Sandro again. He had returned.

He stood there, a smirk plastered on his face, holding a small bowl of water. Before I could even process what was happening, he tipped the bowl over, dumping the cold water all over me. It splashed across my face, soaking my hair and clothes.

"That's for raising your voice at me," he said, laughing hard as though it was the funniest joke he had ever heard. The sound echoed around the cafeteria, and I could feel the heat of humiliation rising to my cheeks.

The reaction of the other students was immediate. Some burst out laughing, their cackles ringing harshly in my ears, mocking me as I sat there, dripping and stunned. Peering through my wet hair, I could see a few students throw glances in my direction, some covering their mouths to stifle laughter, while others simply stared, wide-eyed with shock.

“Wow, did you see that?” one boy whispered to his friend, barely able to contain his laughter.

“Someone should teach him a lesson,” a girl nearby said, shaking her head, but even as she said it, I could tell there was a hint of fear in her voice. I bet Sandro didn't hear her. Everyone watched in a sort of morbid curiosity, unwilling to intervene.

Sandro seemed to relish the spectacle. He looked around the cafeteria, surveying the frightened faces with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Is there anyone who thinks I have treated her unfairly?” he asked loudly, his voice dripping with arrogance. The challenge hung in the air, heavy and oppressive.

Silence ensued, thickening the tension in the room. A few students shifted nervously in their seats, not daring to make eye contact with him. One girl quickly looked down at her lunch tray as if it held the answers to the universe. Their fear was palpable; they all cowered under Sandro’s voice.

“No? Didn’t think so!” Sandro continued, his tone mocking, as he pushed a lock of hair back from his forehead with a flourish. He was playing the crowd like a true villain, commanding attention and crafting contempt with every word.

I felt small and utterly alone, sitting there surrounded by people yet feeling isolated. I wanted to shout back, to stand up for myself, but the words caught in my throat. The humiliation washed over me in waves, and I could feel the despair creeping back in again.

“Come on, it’s just a bit of water!” Sandro rolled his eyes dramatically, but the laughter from the other students pushed the knife of humiliation deeper. “You’re really overreacting! Aren’t you?” Again, he scanned the crowd, seeking confirmation of his superiority. The cheers and laughter around me only compounded my shame.

I wanted to disappear, to slip under the table and hide, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Instead, I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the hurt bubbling within me. I could almost hear my heart pounding against my ribcage, a stark reminder of my frustration and fear.

The moment felt drawn out as Sandro basked in the attention, soaking it all in like a sponge. Finally, he turned to leave, but not before throwing me one last smirk. “You should really learn to stay in your place. You should know already that it's very dangerous to raise your voice at me or my brother,” he said, waving his hand dismissively as he walked away, a wave of laughter trailing behind him.

As the crowd began to disperse, a few students still chuckled quietly, while others whispered amongst themselves, glancing back with pity or mockery. I felt everyone’s eyes on me, and I couldn’t shake the sense of shame that overwhelmed my thoughts.

Finally, when I could no longer stand the feeling of exposure, I got up from the table. My heart raced, my hair dripped water onto the floor, and I hurried out of the cafeteria, feeling as though everyone was watching me go. The shame chased after me, nipping at my heels as I lost myself in the bustling hallways, trying to escape, to be anywhere but there.

All I wanted was to find a place where I could breathe, away from the stares and the laughter. As I ducked into one of the quieter hallways, I pressed my back against the cold wall, seeking comfort in the shadows. My mind spiraled, replaying Sandro's laughter over and over, the memory like an echo in a hollow chamber of my heart.

This couldn’t be how my college life was meant to be, but I could not stop it…

It seemed my fate was sealed!

It can only get worse!