EPSILON

ONE

(ROBIN'S POV)

One thing I despised was being stared at but I didn't have the courage to address the woman who had been looking at me for fifteen minutes. She's on my side, her elbow leaning on the steering wheel. Her chin was resting on her left palm, and she was wearing a broad frightening smile.

A scoff fled my mouth.

If she hadn't been Aric Spark's wife and the lady who gave birth to me, I would have bitten all of her nails off for giving me such discomfort.

Helena Spark, the adorable purebred werewolf shape-shifter, is my biological mother. The only living creature I cherish the most, even if her stare sent goosebumps to my skin.

"Mom, stop staring; you're making my wolf nervous," I spoke out shortly, jolting her back to reality.

Her giggle resounded inside the car as she pinched my face in a playful manner. "Geez! I couldn't help myself, son; it is hard for me to believe you are finally back; it's been five years, right? You've grown into a fine young handsome man!"

I granted her a deadpan look and retorted, "Mom, I'm beautiful, not handsome." And, if I remember correctly, I didn't return because it was my decision. I was compelled to return. There is a significant difference.

Helena pouted and sent me an intense look. "You can't call a boy beautiful but handsome, son."

Shaking my head, I took a long deep breath and relinquished. "Alright, I'm the most handsome boy in the werewolf realm. Are you satisfied?"

If she didn't drop the subject, I would have to give up or I'd be late for my first class. My mother's face brightened and she nodded happily. "Yes, I'm very satisfied!" she chirped and kissed the crown of my head before opening the door to my side. "All right, son, go make some friends!"

A distressed grunt escaped my throat as I hastily hopped out of the car. 'Make some new acquaintances? Is she serious? I was a rogue just three days ago, and she expects me to make friends while I still smell like a rebellious mutt.

Ridiculous!

Yes, I applied a fair amount of suppressant this morning, but I guess I still stink like hell after being a runaway wolf for five f*****g long years!

With a pout on my lips, my hand hoisted to scratch my chin as I watched my mother drive away. As soon as she was out of my sight, I made my way to North Wood High's massive structure. As the son of one of the world's most powerful alphas, the process of studying at a top institution comes easily to me.

I wouldn't say I didn't deserve it because, even though I was still a rogue, I spared time to study. There's no need for me to limit my knowledge as long as I have my laptop and an internet connection everywhere I go. Fortunately, everything went off without a hitch.

Anyway, it was my first day of senior high, and even though I was a disgrace in our family, I had no intention of making my relationship with my father worse. I must act accordingly while keeping the family's secret safe.

With those ideas racing through my mind, I approached the building's entrance and walked inside, my bag draped over my shoulder. I took a strong step to my allotted locker, my eyes up front. I avoided drawing attention as much as possible because I just wanted to be a normal high school student, but my height and physical appearance made it difficult for me to blend in.

I was dressed in a white hooded sweatshirt, black ripped jeans, and a pair of vans. I have a chain around my neck and a black band around my wrist. My platinum silver hair cascading down my nape shone out, and I added drama by using a little eyeliner to draw attention to my eyes. I questioned whether I could still lurk in the shadows with my manner, but it was not like I could do something about it.

I'm freaking irresistible so let's just leave it at that.

With a shrug, I offered a curt nod to the female students who waved at me. Simple response because I had no desire to be near any of them.

Why?

For screaming out loud, I have a skeleton hidden in my closet that could endanger my parents if discovered. Nonetheless, I wasn't sure whether they knew I was the future alpha of Spark Galore, but as they say, it's always best to be safe than sorry.

"Hi, I'm Alicia! Are you a transfer student?" A random girl chirped and approached me after I finally found my locker. The side of my mouth rose in surprise as I glanced at her.

She looked great in a revealing skirt and a white tube top. I mentally whistled as her lacey push-up bra exposed her bumper.

Not bad, but not for me.

With a soft smile and a slight nod, I dismissed her before turning to the locker in front of me. I really wish she got the message. To be honest, she's giving me goosebumps. I may have appeared to my mother as a gorgeous boy, but let me clarify. I am straight. Inside, I am a real lady.

Scratching my nape, I chose to ignore her and was ready to unlock my lockbox when Alicia startled me by shoving me against the wall and clinging to me like a leech.

"No one ignores me and easily gets away with it, cutie," she declared. Before I knew it, her hands gripped my face and she placed her lips on mine, widening my eyes in shock.

What the—

What the hell is going on?

My entire body grew frigid, and I was certain my face resembled a sheet of paper. That was unexpected. I had no thought how quickly Alicia would ambush me. Yes, it wasn't my first kiss, but it was my first time being kissed by a girl.

My stomach churned and I felt like I was about to vomit.

Hell! I felt assaulted, to say the least!

I regained my composure quickly and was ready to push Alicia off of me when someone grabbed the wench's shoulder and shoved her to the floor.

Oh, Goddess of the Moon! I nearly died there!

My mouth opened to condemn the crazy lady from head to toe but was immediately cut off when the guy who had protected me from Alicia's harassment came in between us.

"Stop messing around, Alicia," a male student snarled coldly and powerfully.

Alicia snickered and rose, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I was just having fun, Czech. Geez!" A scowl tugged at her brow as she raced away with heavy footsteps, finally leaving me alone.

'Whew! That was easy.' I breathed a sigh of relief and took note to myself, The next time I see that witch, I'll remember to be wary and avoid her.'

As soon as I had recovered from what had happened, I turned to face my savior, wiping my lips and shaking my head. "Hey, man. Thank you."

When he veered around to face me, I expected him to accept my appreciation, but instead, his piercing glacier eyes drilled deeply into mine.

"Move," he spat in a dangerously low tone, and I retreated out of his line of sight instinctively, a question racing through my mind.

"Seriously?" I mumbled inwardly as my eyes followed him around the corner till he disappeared. "What precisely is his deal?"'