The Exiled Alpha

Chapter twenty-two

When I come to second period all eyes are turned to me. I guess the news about me hanging out with Elliot and him protecting me from Charlotte spread pretty fast. I feel like every single pair of eyes is staring at me. Not to mention my friends and their looks.

I head across the classroom, seeing how there's a free seat next to Natalie. I take note of the disapproving look Alec gives me, making me sink into my seat faster than I actually would. I keep my head low, my eyes glued to the desk in front of me. I smell concern come from Natalie, while the two boys behind us smell of disappointment and disapproval.

"Hey. You weren't at first period." Natalie whispers as if it wouldn't be obvious. I don't answer her, my eyes still glued on the desk. I smell the concern in her grow, but she doesn't prod on. Her eyes snap to the front of the classroom, as the teacher gets into class.

I know I'm still in shock just like that time when I let sink in that my mother died. It feels like a stinging feeling all over my body. Like this would just be some kind of dream and I was struggling to wake up from it.

"I was with Elliot." I whisper throughout the lesson, making Natalie glance over to me. "I heard about the Charlie thing. Are you alright?" My best friend whispers to me, making me press my lips together. I don't look at her, my gaze is still fixed on the desk we sit at. I feel tears brim at the edges of my eyes, making me bare my teeth together. "I don't think so." I confess, before gripping my schoolbag.

I stand up from my seat in the middle of the period, heading past numerous desks. The teacher turns to me, his eyebrows knitting together at the sight of me leaving.

"Miss Moore? Miss Moore!" I hear him call after me, but I head out of the classroom. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and head to the nearest bathroom. I slam the stall door closed and lock it, my hands shaking by now.

The tears fall down my cheeks suddenly, my mind being torn in two. The scenes from just moments ago play in my head like a broken record. My mate's words sting my heart and they feel like somebody was spilling acid in my mouth and down my throat. I grip my hair, feeling how my claws have grown out.

I pull my hands from my hair, my claws scraping against my scalp. I look down at the claws, my hands trembling so badly I couldn't see how long my claws have grown out. I fold my arms to my chest, a few of my fingers hooking into the collar of my shirt. A choked up sob slips from my lips and I clench my jaw tightly to try and stop the others.

Do I accept him? Oh god this hurts so much. Does this hurt him as well? He didn't show any pain. What if he's the one who rejects me, because I took so long? What the hell can I do to stop the pain from growing?

My mind is racing with so many thoughts that they practically jumble up together. I can't focus on anything else, but the burning sensation in my chest. Is this the Moon goddess's punishment for taking so much time to accept my own mate?

My whole body freezes up when I hear the door to the bathroom open up. I hold my breath inside of me to make sure no one hears me. The scent the person is emitting isn't one of those I know. The stall door beside the one I'm in closes, making me clench my jaw tightly. My hands still tremble against my chest and I feel like my heart is going to explode.

I brush the tears away with the sleeve of my jacket, focusing on breathing quietly to stop myself from completely breaking down. The toilet flushes and the girl walks out of the stall and to the sinks. I can hear the water start pouring as she washes her hands. I grit my teeth tightly together to the point where my jaw hurts more than the pain in my chest. I need it to stop, I need the pain to stop.

When the girl opens the door I can hear her gasp. There's voices on the hall and I hear the girl ask them if the person is okay. The door behind her closes and I let go of the tight hold on my teeth. I somehow have a feeling this has to do something with me.