Chapter 1

Zeph Pov

I run fast while climbing the stairs of our school building so I don't get late for class. I was about to be late by just a few minutes. Our teacher, Edgardo Sison is very strict. When any student was late, he does not let the student in to listen to his discussion. Mr. Sison was not afraid of anyone except for Alpha Hunter. The youngest alpha of the Golden Wolf Pack. Even though I haven't seen him yet, I know he's handsome, brave and one of the best alphas in our town. It's because I often hear his name on the lips of my schoolmates. He was the favorite topic of many students' conversations, especially, the women. They were all excited when they saw Alpha Hunter.

If women love Alpha Hunter, other men especially the alphas of other wolf packs are avoiding him. Because even though Alpha Hunter was still young, he defeated many alphas in different wolf packs, which is why he gained so much respect from our pack and was feared by other alphas. But our alpha also has friends. It's just that they also have high ranks in our pack; although it's not as high as his rank because he's the highest among our werewolves.

Mr. Sison highly respected Alpha Hunter as well as all the teachers here at Amber University. And if only I were just like Alpha Hunter, I wouldn't have to be afraid even if I was late because the teachers would definitely not scold me. I also wouldn't have to run fast just to not be late for class. But I'm not like him. I am only a low-class werewolf; the omega. The only remaining omega in our pack. Because my rank is low, I have to be careful that they don't find a loophole to laugh at me again. And if I am late to class today, I will get yelled at and insulted not only by my classmates but also by my teachers and other schoolmates.

How can I not be late coming to school when I still have a lot of work to do in Sir Keiver's big house? Sir Keiver was the Beta of our pack and the person who raised me. Because I was still young when I was orphaned by my parents. Sir Keiver told me that my parents committed a great sin that the former alpha ordered to kill all the omegas. So there was no omega left in our pack but me. Sir Keiver took pity on me because I was too young to die back then. So what he did was begged the alpha not to kill me and just let him adopt me. The alpha agreed, so Sir Keiver adopted me. But he did not adopt me to be one of his children but to be a slave of his family. And now that Hillary is a lady, he made me his daughter's personal maid.

Hillary is spoiled. Being the only daughter of the beta who is close to our alpha makes her too proud and thinks highly of herself. Before I go to school she always commands me to do any kind of work just to make me late for our class and be punished. Earlier, she commanded me to do general cleaning of her room. She let me wash all the curtains in her room as well as the bedsheets, blankets, and pillowcases. Even the rags in her room were washed by me. So here I am now, my tongue almost hanging out from running fast just so I won't be late.

I'm also a werewolf like them but I don't understand why I can't run fast. I also can't control the minds of others which is also one of the great abilities of werewolves. I'm not strong either because the truth is I am weak. And most of all, I don't know how to shift my form from my human body to a wolf. That's one of the reasons why all of my race make fun of me. I felt like I don't have any werewolf abilities. But I am sure that I am a werewolf and Sir Keiver can prove my identity. But why am I like this? Why I am just like a normal person? I have asked myself this question several times, but until now I have not been able to get an answer to that question. So I just let it go and didn't even think of a possible answer anymore. I just accept that I am like this. A lowly type of werewolf that did not have the abilities that a werewolf should possess.

"Yes! I'm almost there," I happily said as I stopped for a moment at the edge of the stairs to the fifth floor and gasp some air. Our classroom is on the fifth floor so I just need to run one more floor. I was about to run again when my eyes widened. Suddenly, I was greeted by flying raw eggs from the top of the staircase going to the fifth floor. Because I was surprised and didn't expect it, I got off balance and sat on the floor. And then I heard the laughter of the students from upstairs. When I raised my face to see who threw the raw eggs at me, I was greeted by an overripe banana. Annoyed, I rubbed the egg yolks that got into my eyes. It looks like they threw rotten eggs at me because I can smell the foul smell of eggs. "Don't you have anything to do with your life? I didn't do anything to all of you, so why did you throw eggs and bananas at me?" I was angry with the students who threw those smelly eggs and overripe bananas at me. They are now walking down the stairs and laughing at me.

"Serves you right, Zeph. Those rotten foods are just like you because your personality is also rotten!" Cara shouted at me with a smile while still holding rotten apples and then threw them at me as well. The students who threw rotten food at me were my classmates and Hillary was leading them.

"You should thank us and we didn't throw stones at you but instead rotten fruits. And then what if we threw rotten foods at you? Are you going to fight us, Zeph?" Hillary said while smiling at me annoyingly. She took another rotten egg and threw it at my face. I didn't move because I couldn't scold her. I am only her slave and I have no right to complain about it. But if her friends throw rotten foods at me again, that's a different story. I just stood up quietly and removed the smelly egg that stuck to my hair and face and didn't talk back to Hillary.

Even though they often bully me because of my low-class background, I also know how to fight. It's just that Sir Keiver always punishes me when I get into a fight because he doesn't take my side even though he knows I'm not the wrong one and starts a fight.

"You're pitiful, Zeph. You don't can't even shift yourself into a wolf and then you will also die alone. Because an omega like you was born without a mate," Duffy insulted me. She is one of Hillary's close friends. 

Duffy was right. As an omega, I don't expect anyone to be my mate. And that's what they often tease me about. They boast to me that when they reach the right age they will have a mate while I will remain alone and a slave forever. But it doesn't hurt me that I don't have a mate. I don't care if I get married or not. I'm not like them like those who always make themselves beautiful and talk about who will be their mate.

"What if I don't have a mate, Duffy? It doesn't matter to me if I don't have a mate. It's better than to be rejected three times by what you call a mate," I insulted her in return.

"How dare you say that to me! You're just a worthless omega so you have no right to talk to me like that!" Duffy pointed her finger at me as her eyes flashed with anger. She quickly steps down the stairs and slapped me twice then spanked me too. Even though I was hurt, I didn't give up. I pulled her hair and tweaked it. The rest of our classmates quickly came down to help Duffy to slap my face and tweak my hair.

Even though many of them flocked to me, I did not show my weakness. But when my top was suddenly torn in the chest, that's when I couldn't fight them anymore. I was holding my torn clothes so that they wouldn't tear completely because my chest would be exposed even though I was wearing a bra. They only stopped what they were doing when suddenly someone squealed loudly from the top of the stairs.

"A-Alpha Hunter," Hillary said. Instead of lifting my face and looking at the face of our alpha, which almost all female werewolves are obsessed with I just bowed my head even more and covered my chest well so he couldn't see my bare skin.

"Losers," Alpha Hunter said softly when he passed by me. I don't know who he's talking to because I can't see who he was looking at. But who else would he say that word too but me? I'm the only loser here because I'm the only one with the lowest rank among us. Although, I'm not ashamed that I'm an omega because my deceased parents were also omegas but sometimes I ask myself that there are many people in the world but why I am the one who become the unlucky omega whom everyone hated?