Chapter 1

I groaned as I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Another day of school, another day of enduring the constant bullying and taunts from my classmates. I got out of bed and started getting dressed, trying to find something to wear that didn't make me stick out like a sore thumb.

Eventually, I settled on a simple blouse and skirt, that didn’t quite fit properly. My hair settled on a neat pomo tail on my head, and I sighed as I stared ar the mirror. Everything was just so plain. I looked so plain.

"Good morning, Sira," my mother said as I stumbled into the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not really," I muttered. "I just want to get through another day of school."

"I know it's hard, but you can do it," she said, giving me a reassuring smile. "And we're so proud of you for working so hard to support us."

My father looked up from his newspaper and frowned. "You look tired, Sira. Are you getting enough rest?"

I shrugged, not wanting to worry them further. "I'm just a bit sore from work yesterday. It's nothing."

My mother placed a plate of bread and eggs in front of me. "You should eat something before you go. You need your energy."

I forced a smile and started eating. As I chewed, I couldn't help but think about how unfair it all was. Why did I have to be the one to work so hard while others had everything handed to them on a silver platter?

I finished my breakfast and stood up, ready to head out the door. My parents gave me a worried look as I left.

"Be careful, Sira," my mother called after me.

I smiled weakly in response, feeling a pang of guilt in my chest. My parents relied on my income as a maid in the alpha's house, and I knew how much they struggled to make ends meet. I wished I could do more for them, but it seemed like no matter how hard I worked, it was never enough.

As I walked to school, I could feel the weight of their stares on me. I knew what they were thinking, knew what they were saying behind my back. It was the same thing every day. But it still hurt, still made me feel like I was worth nothing.

"Hey, look who it is," one of my classmates sneered as I walked by.

"Leave me alone," I muttered, trying to keep my head down.

"Why? We're just having some fun," another one chimed in. "It's not like you have anything better to do."

I gritted my teeth and kept walking, trying to ignore them. But the words kept echoing in my head, over and over again.

During class, I tried to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept wandering. I couldn't help but think about how much better everyone else seemed to have it. They had nice clothes, fancy phones, and a group of friends to support them. Meanwhile, I was all alone, with nothing to my name but the clothes on my back.

At lunchtime, I sat alone at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, trying to eat my sandwich without drawing attention to myself. But it was no use. A group of girls came over and started taunting me, calling me names and making fun of my clothes.

"Look at her, trying to be all fancy," one of them sneered.

"Yeah, like she's fooling anyone," another one added.

"Leave me alone," I said, my voice shaking.

"Why? So you can go cry in a corner somewhere?" they laughed.

I tried to ignore them, but the words stung. It felt like a knife being twisted in my gut.

“Can you please go?” I asked, now tired of their games. This only made them giggle more.

As the girls continued to taunt me, my cheeks grew hotter and hotter. I felt like everyone in the cafeteria was staring at me, judging me for being different. My sandwich suddenly felt like a boulder in my throat, and I couldn't take another bite.

I tried to focus on my breathing, in and out, in and out. But the girls' voices drowned out everything else. I could hear their laughter echoing in my head, taunting me with every cruel word.

The worst part was that they were right. I didn't fit in here. My clothes were too old and too small, and my hair was a mess. I didn't have any friends, and I spent most of my time alone. But I didn't know how to change, how to become like them.

“And if we refuse?” Ada, the head minion of the group replied, If i didn’t know her voice, I could have been convinced she was a Jessica Rabbit replica. Her shiny blond hair bounced behind her head as she spoke.

I didn’t say anything to them anymore. Ada was one of the elder’s children, in the pack, and I didn’t want any drama with her.

But the girls didn't seem to take the hint. They continued to taunt me, making crude jokes and snickering amongst themselves. I felt my frustration boiling over.

"Seriously, just leave me alone," I said, my voice shaking with anger.

"What's the matter, Sira? Can't handle a little teasing?" Ada sneered.

"I don't see what's so funny about making fun of someone," I shot back.

"Oh, come on. We're just having a bit of fun," she replied, rolling her eyes.

I didn't want to fight with Ada. She was one of the elder’s children, after all, and I knew that if I crossed her, it could mean trouble for me and my family. But I couldn't just let her bully me like this.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Just please, leave me alone."

"Fine, we'll leave you alone," Ada said with a smirk. "But only if you do something for us."

"What do you want?" I asked, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.

"Simple. Just do our homework for us," she said, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at me. "We'll be back for it at the end of the day."

I stared at the papers, feeling a mix of anger and disbelief. They were using me, just like they always did. But what choice did I have? If I refused, they would just make my life even more miserable.

"Fine," I muttered, snatching the paper from the ground.

"Good girl," Ada said with a smirk. "Now run along and get to work."

I watched them leave, disgust at myself forming a knot in my chest. The bell rang swiftly, and I quickly pushed in my half eaten sandwich inside my bag as I hurried through the empty hallway for my next class, My coffee in my hands.

The paper containing the questions for the home work Ada and her minions had given me almost fell from my hand, distracted.

I managed to save it, and almost immediately, I bumped into someone, and the coffe  I was holding went flying out of my hands, scattering all around both me and the person I had bumped into, as I watched, horrified as the coffee slipped from my hand, and poured straight down to a white T shirt. I gasped.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I-

I paused in between my sentences as I looked up and realized who I had bumped into.

My heart skipped a beat when I realized who I had just collided with.

I stood there frozen, gaping at him like a fish out of water. I couldn't believe it. Of all the people in the pack, I had to bump into the one person I was most afraid of.

I had just bumped into the Alpha. And I had poured hot coffee on him. I think I might have died a little in me.