THE SCHOOL'S LEGACY.
1210 Words
I still think he hates me because my mom got married to his father.
Aiden was the only one nice to me. The rest of them were a little nice, too.
Yet Aiden was the one I could confide in.
Two weeks passed.
I got settled in my room after my stepbrothers arranged everything in the duplex.
They all changed their rooms and put each of their stuff properly in their respective rooms.
Each of the rooms was enormous and extremely fancy.
I found out that the duplex everyone was in was a new place for them.
It turns out as soon as my mom got married to Aaron; he moved to another duplex he bought and renovated it because of his sons, I and my mother.
He wanted our new home to be big enough to contain everyone. Now I realize why the duplex was too good to be true.
It looked so luxurious, and perfect, and cartons and other stuff were still wrapped around some furniture.
The duplex was a three story building, with three curved staircases which were painted in white, black and silver, for each floor.
The furniture was in different luxurious colors which suited the paintings on the wall.
And there were 24 rooms in the duplex. Two primary bedrooms belong to my parents, which are on the first floor upstairs and the other two beside their rooms were for keeping their luxurious clothes and expensive jewelry. And the last four rooms were for the unknown.
The second floor contains 8 rooms and each of them arranged for the first three alphas I haven’t met.
I heard the 3 of them were older than Lykan and Aiden.
Wow! I wondered what sort of alphas they were.
And the remaining three of them were for Zane, Tyson, and for the unknown alpha.
And Axel was the one for whom they designed the first room on the third floor.
The second room was for Jaxon and the third room, which I don’t know the other’s name for, but Aiden called him Gerhard.
And the fourth and the fifth for the unknown alphas.
The sixth was for me and the last two abandoned rooms were for us to do anything we wished to do with it.
Everyone arranged the rooms according to our age.
My room was downstairs and more exciting, I got to have my room too.
Sometimes I wish I could meet the other alphas.
I don’t know, but I just seem sort of eager to meet them all and get to know them too.
I have heard of how beautiful and powerful they are and the thought of them being family was making me excited for no reason.
I once asked Aiden what they looked like because I was eager to know more about them, but Aiden told me to wait till they came to the pack.
And that was the only way I could fulfill my desire to see them.
I agreed with what he said.
A month passed, and I was getting used to my new home.
My stepbrothers didn’t bother me that much. They all just minded their businesses except for Lykan, who kept taunting me and Aiden, defending me from him.
And some maids admired my dark purple hair reeling off with highlights.
They’ve asked me a dozen times on how I take care of my hair, but I just tell them the simple truth.
I did nothing to my hair. It just grew out of nowhere like it does.
I explained to them it was genetic.
I took my father’s hair.
My biological father’s short hair was dark purple too with highlights and he also had natural eyes.
It was violet, just like mine.
My father’s eyes were beautiful and the most amazing eyes I have ever seen.
It was a shame he wasn’t married to my mom anymore.
He was a beautiful young man, and he was calm as nature.
He was a little clumsy in doing stuff and I took his personality too.
I had beautiful long hair, cute dimple cheeks, pink lips and flawless, beautiful skin, which was as white as snow.
I took after him a lot, unlike my mom, who is slim and curvy, with long curly black hair and piercing golden eyes.
My mom is as beautiful as a goddess.
I could never be like her. She was exquisite, and the type who attracts attention wherever she went.
I was nothing like her but my father.
They were times I missed him.
I know our lives weren’t that great, but his blood still runs through my veins.
I try as much as possible to not talk about him because of my mom.
She hates speaking about him and if she overheard me talking about my biological father to anyone, I’m grounded for weeks.
My life in the duplex within the Pure Bloodline pack was exceptional, with maids attending to my needs and the bodyguards watching and guarding each of us at every corner of our home.
Though it pisses some of my stepbrothers off.
They all want their privacy for themselves instead of being guarded 24 hours a day.
My new home was outstanding and I’ve got to design my room in the color I wanted it to be.
It was all pink. And the color and images of Barbies, my favorite characters, were all over the place.
I loved it and it was the best thing I have had in my life.
Aaron and Aiden bought them for me, and I was beyond excited.
The colors and designs my stepbrothers all wanted adorned the alpha’s rooms.
My relationship with Aiden, Aaron, was great, but my mom was a little off with me.
She was sort of jealous because Aaron was paying more attention to me than her, and she didn’t like that.
Everything was back to normal.
I had a new iPad, new girly stuff, and everything was perfect.
I got enrolled into a new Alpha school and started life anew.
And because I was an Omega, not everyone was glad to see me because “Wolf School” was a place filled with alphas.
And because of my stepfather’s influence, the students in the school hated my guts.
They didn’t care that I was the daughter of the owner of the school because news got out that I was just his step daughter.
So, no one took me seriously and disregarded my entire existence.
Ignoring the fact that I was just a child, a 10 years old girl in middle school trying to adjust to my new environment.
And the bullying started when I accidentally stepped on a girl’s foot while strolling in the hallway in highschool because highschool and middle school were almost in the same building.
She was the president of a higher institution in school.
She was in her final year in high school and her father was a powerful alpha with great connections; I heard.
No one messes up with her in school.
“How dare you step on me, you filthy omega?” She spat on me in disgust and slapped me so hard across the face.
She pushed me to the ground and kicked my stomach.
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