6. Rejected? I Don't Think So.....

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Alexa's Pov

For the rest of the week I was unable to go to university. Once I woke up in the medical room, Jesse stood near my bed, holding my hand. I really wished it was someone else's hand but I pushed that thought away. He didn't deserve to be in my thoughts and I learned he was not one to be messed with but neither am I. He had his fun and now it's my turn.

Nobody at home knew about my whipping except for Jesse. I begged him to keep it a secret because I wanted to deal with it myself and not get my family involved in my troubles. I just told my parents that I had very painful and powerful cramps which they seemed to believe and didn't question any further. Just like that, the weekend rolled by and by Monday I was completely healed except for some purple bruises on my back.

So here I am, in front of Grand Mountain University once again, my nightmare. As I entered the doors, everyone's heads turned my way as if I were some famous celebrity that had come to visit. The loud voices hushed down into whispers and I heard a few say, "Omg, that's her. The only wolf to ever survive the whippings of the Alpha without passing out."

"She looks so dangerous but hot at the same time....Total chick," some guys said. I smiled as I heard so many positive comments which I didn't really expect to hear until something caught my attention.

"What's so special about her? I bet I can last more than 10 whips to the back. She was probably faking the whole thing anyways for some attention. A pathetic girl like her just happened to be lucky to be recognized by the Alpha. She's such a joke. Kimberly is still number 1." A girl whose back was turned to me said. If I was any further away, I probably wouldn't have heard her but my heightened hearing was able to catch each and every one of her words.

Are you going to let her speak about us like that? Let's show her just what a joke we are! My wolf said as she took over and I let her. My eyes turned pitch black as I neared the group of girls.

"Ssssshhhh Angela...........what if she hears?" Another girl warned her to keep her voice down. Too late.

"Oh please she doesn't even—"Angela was about to say but I picked her up by the throat using my werewolf strength and smashed her head against the lockers. Her friends gasped in shock but nobody dared to help her up.

The girl was about to pass out so I picked her up by the collar of her shirt and lowly growled, "Speak about me one more time and I will rip out your tongue, chop it in a million pieces and eat it while you look at me. You know what they say, there's nothing more delicious than a roasted dog's tongue."

This was a technique that the hunters used.....they would hunt us down to not only end our race but for sport. Our tongue was considered a delicacy, similar to pork tongue, and was very hard to come by. The hunters would cut our tongue out and roast it over a fire, then they would eat it. Werewolf tongue provides lots of protein and nutrients, often leaving you satiated for 3 days....or so I've heard.

My threat seemed to work as Angela began to shake and apologize, "I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry. I didn't m-m-mean i-i-it." I took back control from my wolf and rolled my eyes. I took the notebook she was carrying since I forgot mine and went to my first period with Jesse. Ever since the whole incident, he has been worried and angry at the same time whereas I just felt vengeance and maybe a small need to bein those arms again. To be honest I wasn't sure what to feel since Valentino was acting hot and cold at the same time. I knew he must have cared or else he wouldn't take me to the nurse right? Or was he always a gentleman with his victims in the end?

The rest of the morning was unusual, every room I walked into seemed to draw the attention of the students. Nobody dared to sit next to me, thinking I would bite or something yet they stared at me in amazement. I guess one good thing came out of this situation; nobody dared to speak to me and I didn't have to put in the effort to socialize. Just how I like it.

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