the bookworm's alpha

chapter one

        There we go, now my book is secured in my backpack until the next time I have free time.

Now to my next class here. I hope that I am able to find it in time.

So far so good.

"Mine." Some guy's voice rumbled as strong hands grabbed my waist, pulling me into a warm, tingly chest.

"Excuse you!" I bit out as I struggled to get out of the guy's grip. "I am my own being!"

"And your name is?" he asked, tightening his grip on my sides.

"Let me go!" I shrieked.

"No...," he said.

The tingling sensation wouldn't stop, in fact, it just continued getting stronger and stronger.

The random guy picked me up, but to where I still couldn't see who it was and started walking. No one did anything if they even noticed. Either way, I struggled in his grip and kept on telling him to let me go.

It's typical that the first day at a new school, in a new state, and this happens to me.

        "I'm Luciano." The guy said after he finally set me down.

"I don't care who you are!" I said as I spun around, my hand swinging in the air ready to slap him.

He caught my wrist, brought it to his nose, and inhaled. That's a weird reaction to someone trying to slap you.

Very weird.

Creepy weird.

"And you are?" he asked in a gentle tone.

"Like I would tell you." I spat, trying to rip my wrist out of his.

"If I tell you why I brought you here, will you open up to me?" he sighed.

"It depends on," I huffed, looking away from him before I got lost in his green eyes and looked to where he brought me before I continued speaking. "On why you brought me to the school's rooftop."

I didn't even know it was possible to get onto the rooftop of the school... or, at least it wasn't possible at my old school. This school might be more different than my old one then I would have guessed.

"Well, do you want the blunt version or the sugar-coated version?" he suggested.

"Does it look like I have all day?" I replied dryly, glaring at him dully. "There is, you know, school going on right now and I would like to be a part of it so I don't have to redo anything."

"Alright, blunt version it is." He laughed softly. "I'm a werewolf, and you are my soulmate."

Is this supposed to be some long, dumb, drawn-out pick-up line?

"Yeah, sure you are," I remarked in disbelief, rolling my eyes, he must be delusional. "Werewolves are fictional, meaning they're only real in books and one's imagination. Unless you have some kind of sickness in the head. I think that's called lycanthropy. Do you have lycanthropy?"

"I can prove it to you, meet me at the front of the school once the school day is out and I'll prove it to you." He bargained.

"Whatever." I sighed, placing one of my hands on my hip. "Can I go now? I don't want to be any later to my second class than I already have to be."

        After about fifteen or so minutes of trying to find a way down and searching for my class, I finally found it.

But I was thirty minutes late.

"And you are?" the teacher asked, looking over at me.

"Rei Farrah, sir," I answered. "I'm a new student here."

"Ahh yes. Well, Mrs. Farrah, sit wherever you'd like that's empty." He said, gesturing to the desks.

"Yes, sir." I nodded, walking to the empty desk near the window and sitting down.

The other people in the class refused to stop staring at me even after the teacher continued talking.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, the stairs starting to get to be a bit too much. Suddenly, they all quickly looked away as if someone ordered them to do so.

This school keeps on getting weirder by the minute...

And this is the fresh start that my father said we needed?