Stolen by her Wolves

V – Invisible

Zoro

As Zake and I drove to school, I couldn't shake the anticipation of the upcoming Moon Festival and the mating season. The burden of responsibility loomed large, but there was something else that troubled me, something that had been on my mind recently.

Upon arriving at school, Zake, ever punctual, rushed ahead to his classroom, leaving me alone in the corridor. I often used this time to hang out with friends, engage in banter, and unwind before the school day officially began. It was a routine that provided a temporary escape from the pressures that came with being an Alpha's son.

As I stood there, trying to relax, I couldn't help but notice Crystal in the distance. She was walking down the corridor, her steps hesitant, and her head bowed. Instinctively, I pretended not to see her, avoiding any acknowledgment of her presence.

Maurice had joined our group in the corridor. She leaned in and whispered to me, "Zoro, Crystal told me that you like her so much, that's why you keep bullying her."

I was taken aback by her audacity, and my irritation flared. I leaned back, my expression a mix of anger and disbelief, and whispered, "Maurice, what are you talking about? I don't like her. She's just an omega."

Maurice's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued to whisper, "Well, that's not what Crystal says. She claims you like her, but you don't know how to express it, so you're always mean to her."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Crystal was spreading baseless rumors about me, accusations that were so far from the truth. I clenched my jaw, my temper rising, but then I remembered my father's words about not making trouble.

Reluctantly, I plugged in my earphones and pretended to be engrossed in the music playing, though the music was nothing more than background noise to my racing thoughts. I couldn't escape the accusations and rumors that Crystal had thrown at me. Her pitiful face had been haunting my thoughts recently, and I couldn't understand why.

Maurice continued to pester me, her voice barely above a whisper, but I did my best to ignore her. I couldn't let her words provoke me into actions that would only cause trouble for our pack. As I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I saw Crystal running away from the scene, her presence in my periphery slowly fading.

Inside the classroom, I tried to focus on the teacher's words and the lesson at hand, but I couldn't shake the restlessness that had settled within me. Despite my efforts to concentrate, my gaze kept drifting to the side of the classroom where Crystal was sitting.

She was engrossed in her textbook, her dark hair falling across her face as she hunched over her desk. I watched her surreptitiously, unable to understand the strange pull she seemed to have on me. It was as though some invisible force compelled me to keep looking in her direction.

The rumors and accusations Maurice had mentioned continued to nag at me. Crystal had claimed that I liked her, but it was an assertion I vehemently denied. Yet, I couldn't escape the sense of unease that her presence invoked.

As the minutes ticked by, I found myself stealing frequent glances at her, unable to comprehend why she had become the center of my attention. It was a perplexing distraction that left me feeling both irritated and intrigued.

The class continued, and I tried to relegate my thoughts back to the lesson, but my eyes kept drifting back to Crystal. The mysteries surrounding the Moon Festival and the mating season were compounded by the enigma of Crystal, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection between the two.

The teacher's voice became distant as I continued to watch Crystal. She remained unaware of my scrutiny, absorbed in her studies. I couldn't explain the strange fascination she held for me, but it was a riddle I was determined to solve.

As the school day wore on, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was being drawn into something much larger and more intricate than I had ever imagined. The enigma of Crystal, the accusations, and the impending Moon Festival created a tapestry of uncertainty that left me feeling both anxious and determined to uncover the truth.

Zake and I had already made our way to the car in the school parking lot. He was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting for me to join him. Zake glanced over and asked, "Zoro, what are you waiting for?"

I hadn't realized that I was still standing outside the car, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Crystal. I mumbled a vague response, not wanting to reveal my confusion.

The truth was, I couldn't understand why Crystal hadn't left the school yet. It was unusual for her to linger behind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Without another word to Zake, I turned and dashed back into the school building.

I hurried through the familiar hallways, searching for any sign of her. My footsteps echoed in the empty corridor as I checked the classroom she had been in, but it was now empty and the lights were turned off.

Frustration mounted as I tried to make sense of the situation. I had just begun to think that perhaps I was overreacting when I heard faint crying coming from the direction of the girls' bathroom. It was a sound that sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't ignore it.

Without hesitation, I followed the sound, my footsteps taking me to the bathroom. The lights inside were dim, and I felt a sense of unease as I approached the closed cubicles.

One of the cubicles was shut, and the sounds of distress were coming from within. My concern deepened, and I decided to act, regardless of the consequences. With a swift kick, I forced the cubicle door open.

Inside, the scene was one of stark darkness and sorrow. I could barely make out the figure of a trembling, crying girl on the floor. It was Crystal, her face stained with tears, and her eyes wide with fear.

My heart ached as I realized the depth of her distress. Without a second thought, I knelt beside her and tried to comfort her, my concern overriding any other emotions. "Crystal, what happened? Why are you here?"

She looked up at me, her voice quivering as she managed to speak between sobs. "Zoro, I... I don't know what to do. I'm so scared. Something terrible happened."

The vulnerability in her eyes was impossible to ignore. I had been confused and conflicted about my feelings toward her, but in that moment, all I wanted was to help her, to understand what had caused her such pain.