His Darkened Obsession.

THE GATE OF ST. VICTORIA'S ACADEMY (PART TWO)

Of course, everyone will love him.

Girls will buzz over him like bees and want him because of his status and how filthy wealthy he was.

Still, it doesn’t mean I have feelings for him. For unknown reasons, he keeps getting close to me after we had s*x once.

He took my virginity at a 3-star hotel and since then he wouldn’t leave me alone.

I could turn him down and avoid him, but I don’t want to be perceived as a rude alpha when he is just a nice alpha with a good heart who wants to get along with me when I don’t want to.

And because he follows me around, people are speculating about us dating when it is definitely the opposite.

I just escorted him home, and the school has blown up about us being more than friends.

I’ve denied the allegations several times, saying he was just a friend.

No one wants to listen to me. They think I’m covering up our relationship and lying about it.

I’m exhausted as it is and I just choose to leave things as they are.

The rumors would subside after a week or a month anyway, and no one would pay attention to us again.

We just had s*x. As long as no one knows about what we did, everything will be fine.

We stay in the same class, and we don’t talk that much, anyway.

Why should I care about what they are gossiping about, when the rumors will dissolve in less than a month?

What I’m actually concerned about is my delusional parents hearing about it.

“Why are you putting up such a face? He is a handsome guy.”

“I don’t care if he is a handsome guy.” I rolled my eyes at Willow. “We are just friends.” I emphasized with a whisper as I smacked my forehead with my palm.

“He is also charming.” Willow squeaked in delight.

“I don’t care, Willow. Can you, for once, leave out the ‘charming’ part whenever you are talking about him?”

I feel like she always uses that word to get into my head.

“I’m just saying, —”

“Is he more attractive than I am?”

We both looked at Ash coming into the classroom with a bright smile after he leaned his right shoulder on the door of the classroom with both hands in his pocket.

Here comes the bomb.

“Na! James isn’t as handsome as you. You are the most intelligent, handsomest, and the most exceptional alpha I have ever seen.”

“Really!” He laughed and walked up to her with a wide grin.

“Yes, Ash.” Willow exclaimed.

I rubbed my forehead, heaving a long sigh. “Don’t flatter him. It would get into his head.”

We’ve been together since childhood and I’m yet to understand why Willow always praises Ash and worships him when he is a jerk and she is a lovesick fool.

What was I even thinking?

They would be perfect for each other if they were truly a couple.

The bad alpha versus the good omega girl.

“I’m talking seriously, Violet.” Willow chuckled. “He is really more handsome than James, for real. Why wouldn’t I flatter him? Not like I’m criticizing James, but Ash is more handsome.” She admitted with a little laughter.

“There’s nothing special about Ash because he’s an idiot.” I replied to her with annoyance.

I don’t want her praising him all the freaking time. It gets into his head and thinks he’s all perfect without a flaw because everyone says the same thing to him.

I know you are like, what’s the difference if she doesn’t praise him and other people do?

He will still be full of himself.

You are right, but the difference is, if werewolves and humans praise and lick his feet every time like some idol, a celebrity and the people who he cherishes don’t do the same thing to him, he will get a sense of reality.

I know Ash is beautiful, but because of his manly beauty, he…hurts people.

I felt a little headache and these two noisy wolves were ruining the moment of speaking between themselves.

Once break time is over in the next 20 minutes, the classroom would flood with students again.

My plans for taking a little nap got ruined.

Ash came over to me, wrapped his left arm around my neck and slid my face to him with the tip of his fingers as we looked at each other face to face.

I felt his hot minty breath on my face and his beautiful devious smile created butterflies and a dread in my stomach.

I got turned on the second I drew closer to his face and perceived his pheromones.

I wanted to grab his face with my hands and kiss those beautiful soft lips of his.

What the heck was wrong with me?

“Tell me, sweetie. How did it go with you and your boyfriend?”

“He is not…” I whispered and felt a little dizzy staring at his gorgeous eyes. My body was feeling hot at every second we spent staring at each other. “My boyfriend.” I finished.

Ash was the last person I ever wanted in my life to fall in love with.

From the moment he entered my life as a twin, he had sworn to burn my enemies to the ground.

He became the Alpha I fear the most, my haven and my poison.

His powerful and brooding presence makes my skin crawl and juggles my emotions.

This insufferable bond we’ve both unconsciously created when we were kids triggered a sinister passion in Ash to own me, making him feed on my misery for his dark pleasures.

I tried…building up every wall of hatred and rejection to keep him out.

It’s sort of hilarious when I think about this part—the alpha I’ve been running away from, who I raised since he was a child who got through puberty, was my haven.

“Tell me you didn’t suck his d**k when you escorted him to his home. How was it down there? Was it massive? Did he eat you out? Did he drill your wet v****a?"

Sometimes…he scares me. If things don’t turn out, according to his plans, I always pay the price.

Ash and I have unique features. We are the most beautiful alphas in the entire academy.

The academy looks to us as their idols, their celebrities because of our high status.

If our status and influence weren’t high and important, we would become puppets, just like how the werewolves in lower rank are.

The system controls everyone and everything in it. We’ve got to obey the rules they’ve created and be quiet.

Ash And I were born as alpha twins, adored and also respected by the clan.

The Silvermist Pack loves our parents as their leaders and worships them like a God.

Our pack was the second strongest pack in the realms and the other clans fear us for our strength and power.

Life was perfect.

Behind the scenes, it wasn’t.