Tristan's POV
She walked into the classroom, looking all brand new. She must be the new admit. She looked pretty and weird.
She walked to the chair beside me and sat down.
"New here, huh?" I asked. I wasn't looking directly at her, although I could see all her movements, but her reply threw me off balance.
"Are you referring to me?" That question seemed more like a rhetorical question. Why is she so cranky?
"Who else is new here?" I retorted. Who does she think she is? Does she know who I am around here, anyway? She's new here; what did I expect?
She looked agitated. Maybe she was transferring aggression, but I didn't care.
It was Professor Garrich, the economics teacher. This is my best subject, perhaps because my dad is the Alpha in charge of trades, so I should have a flair for the subject.
Watching my dad negotiate with foreign investors has taught me a great deal about strategy. However, economics as a subject is easier to study than to practice.
"All right, everyone, listen up. We have a new student here, and I would like her to introduce herself." He crossed his hands and walked to the side, allowing the new girl to introduce herself.
Although we didn't need the introduction since our names were already on the table.
She stepped out to the middle of the class, exuding an elegant confidence.
"My name is Aria Wolfsburn," she casually introduced herself.
"What sort of ridiculous name is that?" Tracy, leader of the notorious bully squad, interfered. I didn't like Aria that much, but I hated Tracy and her team more; they were so attention-seeking to my distaste.
"You mean as distasteful as yours?" Aria retorted. That was the most hilarious comeback I've heard. She is the first to stand up to her. I'm beginning to like her feisty.
"Enough! Aria, see me after class," Prof Garrich snapped at her. I could see the triumphant look on the bully squad's face.
But Aria doesn't seem like one to back down because she glared back at them.
Professor Garrich continued his class. His topic was demand and supply, and I listened attentively. It was one topic I always anticipated.
Taking a glance at my side, where she was seated, I noticed she had tuned out of the lecture. How can she just tune out on her first class? I wouldn't blame her; she must have had enough, but she is lucky she wasn't getting a detention.
Soon, the class was over. I watched her pack her things to leave before Professor Garrich called out to her to remind her of their proposed meeting.
It was time for lunch. I didn't want to go to the general cafeteria, but somehow I wanted to see faces other than the other alpha successors of the stronghold.
I noticed earlier in class Damon swapped chairs with the person close to Aria. I wonder what he wants from her that he had to come close to her.
I knew Damon loved to tease newbies, but I guess this one is going to be a hard newbie to crack.
I met up with the other Aven and Damon, and I had to convince them to eat at the general cafeteria instead of the cafeteria for royalties.
Walking into a noisy cafeteria, I wondered at the reason for the jeers, cheers, and boos, only to behold Aria squatting over Tracy, who was lying helplessly on the floor.
"I guess we missed the show." I glanced over to Aven and Damon. Aven seemed uninterested, but the look on Damon's face was priceless, a mixture of admiration and something sinister.
With the look on Aria's face in class and the class today, I knew that a fight would happen. Tracy wasn't one to back out of bullying. Well, she met her type.
"Then we might just leave," Aven replied dryly, always uptight. I was already tired. Maybe I needed rest more than food for now.
Next day
I didn't want to go for the duel class, but Aven and Damon were going, so I may as well just go.
Aven and Damon were my flatmates, and of course, we lived in the royalties' residential area, away from the noisy others.
The air was warm, and the duel had already started; in fact, a set had fought already.
That was when I felt it.
The energy in the hall shifted the moment we stepped in. It was a pull. A magnetic and magical pull. It felt like something clicked within me.
My wolf, Trevor, leaped out of excitement.
'Our mate,' Trevor growled within me, almost causing me to shudder. I admired Aria, but I never thought I would have to mate with her.
But it wasn't just me. I noticed Damon froze beside me. His steps faltered, like he'd hit an invisible wall. He stared ahead, and I followed his gaze.
Aria?. Could we both be mated to one person?
She was walking to her seat at the middle row when she suddenly stopped and then turned towards our direction. Something about her looked unsettled. Maybe she felt it too. Her hand touched her chest for a moment, like something inside her stirred uncontrollably.
I always thought that I would be mated to an Alpha female with a royal bloodline, not her, not even if she seemed strong.
I turned to Aven.
His jaw clenched, his eyes darkened. "You…", he uttered his fingers twitched as if resisting a sudden instinct.
Then it hit me harder. Something within me hated the thought of sharing my mate. The way they looked at her, like they wanted to eat her up, made Trevor very restless.
Trevor howled inside, the sound echoing in my head. "She's ours and should be ours alone"
I felt it in every part of me. That tug. That connection.
"This can't be happening and not with you", I uttered, but I regretted the words as soon as it came out.
"Not like I wanted this either", she snapped back at me before taking a seat in front of us.
Damon chuckled, on hearing her comeback, then murmured, "Hmm, mate".
I could feel Trevor getting fueled up.
She stirred in her seat, and I could smell her. She smelled like peach. What a rare scent. It engulfed my entire being, making me a little bit dizzy.
And then her eyes met mine, and she turned them back so quickly.
Then she stood up, suddenly dashed out of the hall.
"What's she doing?" Damon muttered, confused.
"Where is she going?" I asked.
Aven didn't say a word, but I knew he was wondering the same.
"Where to? Miss Wolfsburn" Instructor Kristan called out to her, but she didn't stop walking.
"Women's matters," she replied hurriedly, and just like that, she disappeared out of the class and down the hallway.