Chapter 2
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After school, I quietly followed Sophia.
Outside an activity room, I heard her conversation with those wealthy Alpha kids.
The guy who’d approached me during the day now had a gloomy voice.
“I failed today.”
The boys burst into mocking laughter.
“Losing your edge, Derek? Can’t even handle a simple Omega like that?”
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“It’s fine, Derek. Three girls have had abortions for you already–you’ve got a solid track record. We won’t look down on you just because of one fail.”
Sophia wasn’t in the mood for jokes.
“This year’s blind box game picked that weirdo Emma Richards. One of you has to date her, then crush her when she’s happiest.”
Those usually glamorous teenagers now looked like hideous demons, baring their nasty fangs.
“Don’t worry, we’ve taken down every girl before without exception. This so–called Emma won’t be any different.”
“Exactly. If Derek can’t do it, we’ll switch. With so many of us, someone can definitely crack her.”
“Worst case, we still have our leader. I’m sure Marcus can handle her.”
Sophia’s voice suddenly shot up.
“No!
“Whoever wants to go can go, but not Marcus.”
Everyone started making noise.
“Ooh, Sophia’s getting jealous?”
“Look at that possessiveness.”
The room erupted in chaos.
Outside, I silently chewed on that name.
My fingers unconsciously scratched at the wall, leaving a crescent–shaped mark
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Marcus.
So you’re one of them, too. How wonderful.
Over the next few days, various Alphas took turns appearing.
Gentle ones, steady ones, mysterious ones, rebellious ones, refined ones, ones who could be either wild or sweet…
They found all sorts of reasons to talk to me.
Without exception, they all said the same thing–they wanted to be friends with me.
But I dumbly refused them all, “Sorry, I need to go back and study.”
For a high school senior, there was no excuse more powerful than that.
Their frustrated looks were particularly entertaining.
I’d pull out these memories to savor whenever I got tired of studying.
I had a blast on my end.
On the other hand, Sophia was getting increasingly furious and hurt me even more viciously.
She waved scissors around and chopped up my hair, then stripped me naked, tossed me into the pool, and smeared su- perglue all over the railings.
To escape, I had to tear off a layer of skin and get dressed with my bloody, mangled hands.
These high–and–mighty Alphas and Betas had plenty of subtle ways to torment me, leaving me no chance to fight back.
What’s more, their families were powerful, and each had donated tons to the school.
Besides, they were destined to become pack leaders in the future, so teachers would turn a blind eye.
Just like the past three years, I gritted my teeth and endured it all once again.
Finally, on Monday of the following week.
It symbolized a fresh start, and I finally got the person I’d been waiting for.
The grade’s top student, that aloof Alpha Marcus, descended upon the rarely visited study room.
He sat next to me for a long time.
Finally, he pointed at my chemistry test and reminded me, “You got this question wrong
“Potassium dichromate is a strong oxidizing agent. The solution can’t be stored in an alkaline burette.”
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