The Silent Alpha (Re-publishing)

The Silent Alpha: The Beckon- Chapter 1

The Silent Alpha

Chapter 1

*The main character is deaf. She only communicates through American Sign Language*

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Victoria

My heartbeat pounded in my skull.

I glanced around as I moved swiftly through the halls, praying no one noticed me. Walking through school was torture. I didn't want to be here. Every day was a living nightmare. I had no friends, and I could barely understand my teachers. Isn't that how it is for all high school students? Maybe, but what made me different was—

Some douchebag bumped into me, sending my books and papers scattering across the floor. He didn't even stop to help. I caught bits and pieces of what he said: "... Need... you are going."

At least, that's what I thought he said. He probably told me to watch where I was going. Well, that was all I could do! He walked away, leaving me to scramble and pick up the mess. The fewer people who noticed me, the better. Of course, things were always going to be this way. I was always going to be treated like this.

I hid my face so the bystanders wouldn't see my tears. I couldn't wait for the day I could leave this place. I hated everyone here, and I was tired of being treated like this. High school was a social nightmare. I would've rather been homeschooled.

Suddenly, during my loathing state, something amazing happened. A hand appeared, reaching down to my papers. I looked up in shock, the tears I tried to hide threatening to spill over. Was someone helping me? Could it be that someone cared? Maybe someone was finally tired of seeing the poor deaf girl getting bullied. The boy helping me didn't say a word. When everything was cleaned up and people continued ignoring me, this boy didn't. He just looked at me. It wasn't weird; it just made me feel self-conscious. I was going to demand he stop, but something about it felt right. Almost like I knew that even if I asked, he'd keep doing it. I grinned at the thought, forgetting we hadn't exchanged words yet.

His beautiful brown eyes stared at me as if he could see into my soul. I guess it would only be creepy if he weren't so attractive. God, is the man a heartthrob or what? I observed him head to toe, the same way he did me. He had a fresh haircut, clean lines along his forehead and sideburns. His dark red hair was tapered at the sides, and his face was clean and clear, unusual for high school boys. He looked cleanly shaven and dressed in a casual yet modest style, with a bit of flashiness in his limited-edition shoes—at least $500. He had large feet too...

I laughed at myself. Oh God, why? Why would I think that? I decided to end our stare-down and offered the mystery man a smile. He returned it. Oh God, even his smile made my knees wobble. I pulled out my phone to type "thank you." I didn't know what else to do. The staring needed to stop.

Even then, I couldn't stop myself from blushing at this man. Something about him seemed so familiar, yet I couldn't recall ever seeing him. Ever. I looked down at my phone to enter my password when his hand covered my screen. Oh wow, he had large hands too...

I looked at him, confused. I was ready to bite his hand off, especially since I hated people touching my phone, but what he did next changed my life. I had been alone for the last 17 years, only comforted by my thoughts and memories of friendships. But now, I was given a chance to create new memories.

He brought his hand away from my phone and pulled them back toward his body. Then, he placed his right palm in the center of his chest and constructed a sentence so elegantly in ASL I almost screamed.

"Hi, my name is Michael," he signed.

I smiled at him. Hey, maybe life was going to get better for me.