Alpha's Human Mate

Biomedical Science Student

The first words out of San's mouth were surprisingly direct: "What are you?"

"Err, I'm pretty sure I'm human, not a ghost," Gulf quipped, raising an eyebrow.

"A human with an unbelievable amount of strength—that's just plain weird," San stated, peering at him as though he were an exotic creature in a zoo.

"Well, if you haven't noticed, I've got a good build," Gulf replied, feigning boredom while boasting just a tad.

"But even that doesn't explain anything," San challenged, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Gosh, what's with you supernatural folk and your desire for explanations? I'm a human with a decent physique, and if you say I have 'unbelievable strength', I'd like to think that makes me something special," Gulf retorted, creating a respectable distance between them.

"Wait, what!" San exclaimed, his jaw-dropping like a poorly made piñata.

"Yes, yes. I know you're a werewolf. Just so you know, I have mates and family members who are werewolves," Gulf added casually, like someone discussing the weather.

"Pfftt, yeah, yeah. Okay, I believe you," San said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement.

"You know what, you utter plonker, I'm done with you," Gulf declared, sashaying away as if he were strutting down a catwalk.

But before he could truly escape, San clamped down on his wrist, halting his glamorous exit. "So, does that mean Kokliang really is your mate?!" he blurted out in a tone of genuine curiosity.

"Where on earth did you get that idea?" Gulf shot back, incredulous.

"Well, you've been overly protective of him since day one, so I figured he must be your mate since you said you have one," San explained, triumphantly crossing his arms.

"He's not my mate, you big dope! I protect him because someone's being a class-A bully!" Gulf responded, his patience wearing thin.

"Okay, fine! I'm sorry for bullying him, but who is your mate, then?" San asked, curiosity glimmering in his eyes.

"None of your beeswax, so bye-bye!" Gulf retorted, spinning on his heel, but not before he caught San's smirk.

"Hmph, I bet you don't even have a mate, you brat," San teased, a playful glint in his gaze.

"I don't see any mark on your neck!" he added with a mischievous grin.

With that, Gulf threw up his hands, utterly done with San's antics. He sighed dramatically, turned, and stared San down, who wore that infuriating smirk proudly.

Gulf pulled down the collar of his turtleneck shirt, revealing the mark left by Mew—more like Dew, really—and waited for the reaction.

San's eyes widened, surprised disbelief spreading across his face as he took in the mark before him. In a panic, he dropped to one knee as if he were proposing in front of the Queen.

"Get up, you idiot! People will think you're proposing to me, dumbo!" Gulf chided, half-amused and half-mortified, as he yanked San back up.

"I'm so sorry, Gulf! I didn't know you were mated to our King! Please forgive me," San said, bowing his head as if he'd just been caught in a royal scandal.

"Oh, my poor child!" Gulf laughed, his mirth echoing through the corridor. "I'm curious, why are you such a bully and a complete dickhead?"

"Well, you interest me! Never has anyone done what you did to me, and I didn't know any other way to get your attention," San replied, grinning like a cat who'd just spotted the cream.

"Well, what a magnificent dick move, you magnificent dickhead!" Gulf chortled as San joined him in laughter.

"Tell me, San, why do you always show up at the most inopportune moments when I'm at my faculty?" Gulf asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Dude, seriously? My class is literally opposite yours," San said, dumbfounded as if Gulf had just asked him to explain the complexity of rocket science.

"How would I know where your class is and what your schedule looks like?" Gulf retorted.

"I'm a Biomedical Science student! Seriously, you need to know your surroundings," San said, facepalming like he'd just realised he'd left the oven on at home.

"For a bully and rough-around-the-edges type like you to be a Biomedical Science student? That's unexpected and rather hilarious!" Gulf guffawed, tears of laughter nearly spilling from his eyes as San revealed his course.

"Then what about you?" San asked, his brow raised.

"God, that was completely unexpected of you! Well, if it doesn't concern me or my wellbeing, I don't see the point in knowing my surroundings," Gulf shrugged nonchalantly.

"You are a weird kid," San muttered while facepalming again.

"Not weird, you dickhead! I'm unique, one of a kind, Gulf!" Gulf declared, laughing at his own ridiculous statement.

"Whatever, brat. Let's go back to class before we both collapse from laughter," San replied, shaking his head.

"Nah, you go ahead. I'll just wait here outside my classroom."

"What did you do, Gulf? Did you get kicked out?" San smirked, barely containing his amusement.

"Me? Get kicked out of class? My child, that negative thought of yours needs serious reevaluation. I chose to stroll out of class for unforeseen reasons!" Gulf replied, adopting a faux British accent, much to San's delight.

"Unforeseen reasons, my arse! I bet my entire fortune that you got kicked out," San said, arms crossed, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

Both San and Gulf stood in front of their respective classrooms. San looked at Gulf and waved a small goodbye before opening his classroom door, while Gulf responded with an enthusiastic middle finger and a cheeky tongue stick-out, continuing his quest to measure the parameters of the Medicine Faculty as he waited for Kokliang to finish.