The Exiled Alpha

Chapter twenty-six

There's a sigh lingering in the office, amongst the heavy silence. I rest my back further into the comfy chair, the sweet scent of caramel keeping me on my toes. After everything that happened, Elliot gave me his jacket, because my sweater was a goner after I left it with Charlie. His scent is so strong on the black jacket that it feels like he's standing right next to me. Plus, the jacket is almost twice my size.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you." Principal Thorne mumbles, more to himself than to me. I lift my blue eyes to look at the forty five year old male. The lines of worry have been permanently etched into his face, while his cyan eyes have lost their glow. It's only been the first month and half- Wait. No it hasn't been. School has started almost a month ago and this is my second visit to his office this year. Last year I think I had six.

"I thought we talked about this." Mr. Thorne says, lifting his head up from his hands to look at me. I pull Elliot's jacket closer to myself for comfort and his scent just makes me feel dizzy. This boy has too much power over me.

I stay silent, smelling the disappointment that radiates off of Mr. Thorne. Well, I wouldn't have to be a werewolf to know that he's deeply disappointed in me.

"The second half of last year you did amazing. You came to me or the guidance counselor whenever you had trouble." The headmaster reminds me last year's visits to his office. I was in his office six times for misbehavior and fights from August to November. After that, we agreed on me going to the guidance counselor every second week to talk about my problems and supposable anger issues. It helped, I have to admit. I stopped getting into fights with Sean and Charlie and I completely blended into the background, people actually forgot I was there.

"I know." I finally speak up, an upset expression tugging at my face. Mr. Thorne notices my change in expression, my neutral mask falling off of my face. The old man knows me way too much to not notice these little things. Funny how the principal of the school knows you the most in this damned school.

"Is there something happening with you again?" What's not happening with me? I still haven't had my first shift and I met my mate almost a month ago. The Moon goddess almost killed me two days ago and now Samantha knows about me and Elliot being mates.

"No. Not really." I answer instead, but I think the headmaster notices how I'm covering up the details that trouble me. But he doesn't prod to find them out.

"Then why did a fight erupt today?" Wrinkles form around his eyes when he narrows them at me. The old man couldn't look threatening even if he'd point a gun at my forehead. But he still tries to give it a shot.

My senses hear Charlie's shuffling around the secretary's office that is just outside the headmaster's one. She's been called in here too, but it looks like Mr. Thorne wanted to hear my side of the story first. I kind of appreciate that.

"Charlotte did something to piss me off and she was throwing it in my face." I mumble, looking away from the headmaster. My nose gets almost buried into the cotton fabric of the jacket's hood when I look to the side. Mr. Thorne watches my movements, but he doesn't seem pleased with my answer. I have to open up for him, just like I did last year, in order to get something good out of this.

So he stays silent and waits for the whole story to unfold itself in front of him. It makes me scrunch my nose in anger, annoyed at the fact he's just waiting for me to talk. But like I said, he's one of the people that knows me well. And he knows how I act.

I huff into the fabric of the hood, before I turn to look at the headmaster again. My hair falls down my shoulder, dancing along the comfortable wooden chair.

"Have you ever considered putting these kind of chairs all over the school?" I ask, side-stepping from the topic of the conversation we are having. The old man before me is already used to this kind of behavior, so he leans back into his cushioned office chair.