Chapter 2

Eros stood tall, with broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. His black hair was swept back in a messy style, giving him a wild, untamed look. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Suddenly, he snapped at me, and his voice was like thunder, booming through the hallway. "Watch where you're going, girl!" he barked, his lip curling in disgust as he looked down at me.

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment as everyone in the hallway turned to look at us. Eros was making a spectacle of me, and I could tell that he enjoyed it.

"Don’t you know your place anymore?" he continued, his tone mocking. "You should be more careful around your betters."

"You're just a lowly maid," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Don't forget your place."

I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, but I couldn't move. Eros' presence was overwhelming, and I felt trapped in his icy gaze.

As he towered over me, I noticed the intricate details on his clothes. He was dressed in fine silks and velvets, his jacket adorned with gold buttons and embroidered patterns that glimmered in the light. The scent of expensive cologne hung in the air, and I wondered what it was like to live a life of luxury like Eros.

But then I remembered why I was there. I was a maid in this grand mansion, cleaning up after the wealthy elite like Eros. I was used to being invisible, forgotten by those around me. But Eros was different. He made me feel like dirt under his feet, like I was nothing.

I clenched my fists, trying to control my anger. I knew I had to stay composed, to keep my head down and do my job. But it was getting harder every day to swallow my pride and let people like Eros trample all over me.

And with that, he turned on his heel and strode away, leaving me standing there, seething with anger and frustration.

I couldn’t do anything as i watched him leave, knowing fully well that I was surrounded by the other school members, not even only from our pack. I wanted the ground to swallow me.

“Well, well, well. How the mighty has fallen. Not like you were ever mighty.” I recognized that voice from anywhere. I tried to hold myself together, as I faced looked up and landed in sight of my ex best friend, Neara.

I felt a pang of sadness and betrayal as I looked at Neara's smirking face. We had been inseparable since childhood, but something had changed between us in recent years. She had grown more confident and popular, while I remained an outcast.

Neara's blonde golden hair, cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her perfect features. Her sharp eyes were fixed on me, as if she was relishing in my humiliation. She was dressed in a designer outfit that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her high-heeled shoes clicked on the marble floor as she approached me. She was beautiful, and she knew it.

I could feel everyone's eyes on us, watching the drama unfold. Some of them were whispering and pointing, while others were openly laughing. I knew that this was exactly what Neara wanted - to humiliate me in front of everyone and cement her place as the queen bee of our social circle.

I tried to hold my head up high, to show her that she wasn't getting to me. But it was hard, knowing that my ex-best friend had turned into someone who enjoyed hurting me for her own amusement.

One would think the amount of times she has insulted me would always prepare me, but it never does. I couldn’t believe what she had turned out to be.

I braced myself for her insults and taunts, but they still stung. "What happened, Sira? Did you think you could talk to the Alpha like you were his equal?" Neara taunted. "You're nothing but a worthless loser, and you always will be."

“Piss off, Neara.” I coughed out and she scoffed.

“Look around Sira, the only person that should piss of is you. You are a taint to our school. You shouldn’t even exist. Nobody wants you here. Do us, and yourself the biggest favor, and leave.”

“What?” I was so stunned. I couldn’t believe ny ears. I looked around, seeing the stares of everyone, done with disgust, some, pity. And I wanted to disappear. I wanted someone to take me away from this mess.

“Do you know how irritating it is, to come to school and have to see your face everyday? Do you know how hard I have to wash my face anytime I see you? You’re bad blood, and you manage to taint this school with your presence.

“And now, you took your foolishness to the front of the Alpha? Just a little warning, but stay away from him. Nobody wants ugly Siria around, am I right guys?” She asked, as Ada and her two other minions echoed yes land snickered.

I was hurt. I was so hurt.

My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces as I heard their laughter and saw their sneering faces. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, but I refused to let them see me cry.

I tried to back away, to escape the circle of their hate, but they stepped closer, blocking my path. I could feel their breath on my face, and I wanted to scream.

Neara's eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer. "You're lucky I'm even talking to you right now. But maybe this will teach you your place."

With that, she raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face. I stumbled back, feeling the sting of the blow and the tears streaming down my cheeks.

The laughter around me grew louder, and I knew that this was my breaking point. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned and ran, not caring where I was going or what would happen to me.

I tried to hold back my tears, but they spilled down my cheeks despite my efforts. The other students around us jeered, feeding off Neara's cruelty.

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear to be the laughing stock of the school. So, I turned around and made my way out of the hall, tears streaming down my face.

I could hear them  behind me, but I didn't turn around. I just kept walking, my heart heavy with sadness and hurt. I had always known that I didn't quite fit in with the other students, but I had never felt so alone and rejected before.

“Don’t come back here, freak.” Neara shouted after me, and like on cue, the rest of the school echoed “freak, freak, freak.”

As I made my way down the hallways, I could feel the eyes of other students on me. They didn't say anything, but their silent stares were just as damning as the taunts of Neara and her cronies.

I felt like an outcast, like I didn't belong anywhere. It was a feeling that had haunted me for years, and now it was just too much to bear.

I made my way outside, hoping that the fresh air would help clear my head. But even the cool breeze and the gentle rustle of leaves couldn't ease the ache in my heart.

I reached my front door, my keys jingling in my trembling hand as I tried to keep my tears at bay. I didn't want my parents to see me like this, to see how much I was hurting.

But as soon as I stepped inside, my mother was there, her arms open and waiting. "Sira, honey, what's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I burst into tears, telling my mother everything that had happened that day. How Eros had humiliated me in front of the pack, and how Neara had taunted me and made me feel like an outcast.

My mother listened patiently, holding me tight as I cried. "Oh, Sira," she said, stroking my hair. "I wish I could take all your pain away. But you are strong, my darling. Stronger than you know."

But I didn't feel strong. I felt weak and defeated, like the whole world was against me. But my mother's words gave me a glimmer of hope, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this.

As the night wore on, my mother cooked my favorite meal and we watched a movie together, cuddled up on the couch. For a few hours, I forgot about the pack, about Eros and Neara and all the pain they had caused me.

And as I fell asleep that night, I whispered a silent prayer, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.