MATED TO TWO: A BULLY AND A GOODBOY

Athena: Warning, bullying scene! Cameron's touch sent waves of electricity through me. I surrendered to his embrace as he kissed me with a fierce longing that took my breath away. With reverent hands, he explored the contours of my body, making me feel like a celestial being. In that fleeting moment, I clung to him and yearned for time to stand still. The moment was fleeting. The lights flickered on, casting a warm glow over the bustling cafeteria. Laughter echoed through the room as eyes diverted towards me. A sudden realization sent shivers down my spine, causing beads of sweat to form on my skin. It was at this very table that Cameron had brought shame upon me two years prior. And now he was about to repeat his cruel act once again. Laughter erupted from the crowd, and in that moment, a feeling of suffocation washed over me. I desperately reached out for my clothes, but Cameron held them just beyond my grasp. Rephrase"Looking for this?"​ he taunted, tossing them into the crowd. As they hurled insults and food at me, taunting me mercilessly, I couldn't help but feel completely exposed and defenseless against their cruelty. Cameron stood at a distance, smirking with pure enjoyment. It was clear that he derived pleasure from my suffering. "Why?"​ I whispered, looking​ up​ at Cameron. He shrugged, his face blank. "Because​ I can." Internally, I experienced a profound sense of anguish and deterioration. The love that once flourished within me had diminished, leaving behind an intense and agonizing pain. I was tossed around from one corner to another as they dumped their meal all over me until I was a complete mess. They backed me against a wall, preparing to pour a bucket of sauce on me, when suddenly the alarm on the table clock went off. As I woke up, a lingering sense of unease remained from the nightmare I had just experienced. Glancing around the room, I tried to calm my racing heart when suddenly I spotted Rochelle perched on the worn stool in my bedroom. "When you are done daydreaming about f**king people, you wash my clothes," she said, standing up and tossing her sweaty gym clothes on me. Rochelle's words stung, but I resisted the urge to respond. Her cruelty was just one aspect of how my stepfamily treated me—like a servant, an insignificant omega with no value. "Perhaps if you stop being dirty and fat, you will actually get some d**k. Now clean my clothes because I need to go to the gym with Cameron and I am sure you do not want to annoy me." My heart sank as her words hit me like a sharp dagger. Cameron. Just hearing that name brought back a flood of memories I had desperately tried to bury deep within me. As much as I wanted to inquire about his relationship with Rochelle, the words simply couldn't leave my lips. ***** As I was getting ready for school, I felt my heart crumble. Nothing had changed because I remained the same geeky, overweight girl they had known. The worthless and frail omega with a face only her father could adore. But that had changed because I had also lost my father and had returned to working as a slave for my stepmother. I quickly completed my tasks and packed extra clothes for school before heading downstairs to have breakfast. As I entered the dining area, I noticed that Rochelle had already finished her meal. "Bye, mom," Rochelle said, kissing her mother on the cheek and turning to face me. "Do you know what time it is and how late I am?" She asked, her hands on her waist and her eyes rolling. "You do not have to wait for her. Besides, her rags would stain your new seats," Miriam snarled, her face disgusted. As I sat down to eat my breakfast, I felt a lump in my throat. The pain and suffering were unbearable, and I wondered if there was any way out of this life. I stood frozen, attempting to disregard her presence as I reached towards the plate of bread. Suddenly, Miriam abruptly rose from her seat and delivered a stinging slap across my face. As tears welled in my eyes, the resounding sound seemed to reverberate through every fiber of my being. "Have you ever seen slaves dipping their filthy hands in their master's food?Sit on the floor if you are hungry!" she yelled. Rochelle chuckled at her mother's antics, then quickly darted off, leaving me standing there with stinging eyes. Miriam tossed a slice of bread my way. It was the first and only thing I had eaten all night, so I devoured it eagerly. As I finished eating, I motioned for the milk jug, hoping to wash down the dryness in my throat. But instead of handing it to me, Miriam brushed it off the table with a swift slap, causing its contents to spill onto the floor. "I was going to pass it to you, but since it is already on the floor, you can lick it. Clear the table!" She stood​ up​ to leave, walking over the spilled milk. To quench my thirst, I rose from the cold floor, wiped my tears, and drank a glass of water. I cleaned up the mess she made, cleared the table, and dashed out the door to catch a bus. ********* I got up to go as soon as the bus stopped in front of the school, but I missed a step down the steps and fell flat on the concrete ground. Everyone on the bus burst out laughing, and none of them offered to help. The bus driver took off quickly, most likely due to the large number of passengers. "Welcome back, Fatty!" someone exclaimed, and everyone laughed. I attempted to get back up when I heard a car honk and turned to see Rochelle and her friends speeding up behind me. The entire school was silently waiting for my next move without offering to help. I tried to stand, but my bruised and aching body forced me to do what was most practical. This was ripping my bag off and tumbling into the dirty water nearby. Rochelle and her friends drove into the driveway as soon as I rolled out of the way. Finally, I stood up in muddy clothes, but I had a spare, so it did not bother me. While everyone was admiring Rochelle's car, I tried to sneak into the toilet to change, but Rochelle slapped me before I could take a step towards the door. "I swear I will kill you if you try to ruin my ride with your fat body, and I will make sure mom gets you kicked out of this school!" She yelled as she yanked my ear, pushed me away, and spit in my face. Everyone overlooked my humiliation because Rochelle was attractive and had a lovely shape. She was everyone's dream girl, as well as the Alpha Walker pack's hottest girl. People flocked to see her new car after she finished picking on me, while I sobbed my way to school. The crowd was dense, and people pushed me hard, but I eventually made it to the entrance, where my body collided with something hard. When I looked up, my heart sank. It was him.