Unwanted Alpha (Book 1 of Alpha Series)

Chapter 2

I walked over to the table that Sam and I normally sat at during lunch; my eyes filled with tears because I was upset and hurt. I was wearing my lunch all over me, and I wanted to know why they were so mean to me. I didn't do anything to them.

Stupid Sam. This is he- I stopped the thought because I knew that it wasn't true. It wasn't her fault that people were mean to me. I didn't like that little voice that pops up every so often and wished it would die.

Half a sandwich was placed in front of me, and a handful of chips, some apple slices, and all of the cookies soon followed.

My best friend sat in front of me, eating her food. She was acting like she didn't do anything, but I could tell that she did. "What?" she asked, furrowing her brows when she noticed me looking at her.

I shook my head and smiled tiredly. "Thanks, Sam," I whispered before I was munching on my half of the sandwich.

I liked Sam; a lot. She looked after me when I needed something. She was there when I needed someone... and when I didn't need anyone.

"You're welcome," Sam said. "I noticed that the bully had pushed your food all over you." She looked down and scowled, hatred filling her eyes. "Where is your sack lunch?" she asked, changing the subject. "Luna Cala did pack us lunch."

"It's being eaten by someone else," I grumbled. "Someone took it." I finished the sandwich and started to eat the chips. "Why do you still have your lunch? Mrs. Blake wanted us to put it in the cubby. I saw your bag there, and then it was gone."

She looked up at me and smirked. "I just had the bag there with no food. I hid the food in my bag and made sure that it didn't get squished or broken."

I nodded and gave her a couple of the cookies, even though she had promised me her cookies if I came to school. "Here," I said, and she smiled, showing me the missing tooth.

"Thank you," she said before stuffing one into her mouth. She closed her eyes, and she looked happy while she stuffed a cookie into her mouth. "Your mommy makes the best cookies."

I nodded and stuffed a cookie in my mouth. I nodded again and was happy, even though I was still wearing my lunch...

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"What is on your shirt?" my daddy asked when we got home. He looked at me and frowned, and I could see a bit of worry in his eyes.

"Food," I replied. I looked away from him and shrugged, not wanting to meet his gaze because I did not want him to think of me as a failure. "Some people were mean to me."

"Who?" he asked. He was getting angry; I didn't like him getting angry because he was scary when he was mad. "Thomas?"

"Can I just go?" I asked in a whisper. I looked down, not wanting to see the fury in his eyes. My heart pounded hard in my chest, and I felt scared, very scared.

It was my fault; that was what they had been saying. It was my fault because I was friends with Sam. It was my fault that I was getting bullied.

It was... Sam's fault. It was her fault that I was getting bullied. It was Sam's fault that I was friends with her. It was her fault that she was ugly.

Wait... no. Sam was beautiful. She was my best friend. She was my Sam.

Why was I blaming her? Why did I think that she was ugly all of a sudden when she wasn't? She had a heart of gold and loved me for me, and didn't want me to be my friend because I was the Alpha child.

"Please?" My voice shook when I said please, and I hated it. However, all I wanted to do was get away from him. I wanted to change and find Sam to see if she was ok.

My father grumbled something about killing someone but nodded to my question. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed before he looked at me. "Promise me that you will tell me?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You'll get hurt worse if you tell, I thought, hearing the voices of others. I looked down and nodded, not wanting to meet my dad's gaze. "Yes, Daddy," I said softly.

Daddy frowned, and I knew that he didn't believe me. "Ok, go get cleaned up. Your mother has snacks in the kitchen for you and Sam."

I grinned; the food on my shirt was forgotten. I loved my mommy's snacks because they were always amazing and baked goods. "Ok," I said before running up to my room.

"Tell Sam," Daddy called after me. Amusement filled his voice while I ran to my room because he knew how happy I was about getting snacks.

A part of me didn't want to tell Sam that there were snacks there for her. A part of me wanted to take all the snacks for myself and leave her with nothing because she wasn't there to hear this.

However, I shot that down because Sam was kind to me. She gave me half of her lunch when she didn't have to and didn't leave me hungry. She could have, but she didn't, so I wasn't going to steal her snack away from her.

"Yes, Sir!"