Words of Hate

Kyoka Hiro

Sora Private Academy for the elite Alpha's of our society. And my home for the last two years of my life.
Hi. My name is Kyoka Hiro and I come from a rich, prestigious, and powerful family of purebred Alpha's. None of my family has ever been with their soulmate, as it has and always will be a waste of time to find something as silly as that. I was sent here to study on my 16th birthday, although that was supposed to be the day I inherited the company. Or started learning to, at the very least.
That privilege was ripped from me by my brother, younger than me, yes, but much more influential and my fathers personal favorite. So instead, I was sent away, an embarrassment to the family even. So, that's what I'm here, right now, watching as this enchanting purple ink flows over my arm, creating a beautiful flower with the simple words 'Live Well' adorning the top of the illustration. Was this the work of my soulmate? Someone this talented was truly meant to be mins?

Simply pathetic. Of course the illustration was pretty perhaps, but what purpose would such a talent ever serve? Besides, it's not like we would ever meet. Sora is a very exclusive school that few can afford, and even then, I'm not looking for my soulmate. Classes bad been cancelled due to a sickness floating around with the teachers, so I had the week to myself. I decide to take this opportunity to learn. The moment I was ready for the day, I was up and out of my dorm room, laptop in hand and headed for the nearest off campus café.
As I arrived, I was happy to have landed a day where the cafe was near to deserted. I entered, an airy bounce to my step and seated my self in a secluded corner. I check my phone, noticing more and more pathetic scribbles on my and and slowly the purple ink started overflowing my hand. I growled, letting out a rough dose of strong Alpha pheromones to warn any and all lesser placements to back off.
A cafe worker soon made her way to my table, her shiny purple hair pulled up into a lose half up half down hairstyle, the complete opposite of me who's black hair was pulled up into a tight bun.
"Hello and good day ma'am! what can I get you today?" The worked asked, her voice sickly sweet.
I barely spared her a glance as I answered, simply giving her a slip of paper with my order as I opened my laptop, quickly getting to work.
Her smile faltered as she realized she wouldn't be talking to me anytime soon and she went to ready my order, as she should have five minutes ago.

Workers POV
As I walked to the kitchen, my mind started to wander. Was she from that academy I applied too? Was everyone there like that? Was she even a student? Her face was young enough to be, but everything about her personality and otherwise looks just screamed business woman. Either way, it seemed clear I had a new mission. Everytime I see this woman, I vow to get her to smile.

Or at the very least, I was determined to hear her talk.

A/N hello! So, this chapter was literally written out of spite cause wattpad kept destroy my original plot line so here we are. Either way, the only reason this is being written is cause an amazing human (DONTATMEMAYBE ) requested it! So! The credit for this story goes to them! And I thank them for giving me inspo to write once again!