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Nyah Pineda's PoV:

"Get in the car!" I growl, shoving him on the shoulder forcefully in the direction of the open door of my black Nissan GT-R, but not strong enough to actually push him inside the vehicle.

The asshole is a human and I don't want to raise unwanted suspicions about inhuman strength.

"I said, get in the fucking car!" I growl louder with another shove, and he submits automatically — hurrying into the passenger side — with the authority emanating from my tone; feeling the primal instinct to do so even without having the knowledge that I'm on a tier above him in the chain of hierarchy.

I slam the door shut as I stomp around to the driver's side in three long steps, not bothering with the seatbelt as I punch the start button, igniting the engine with a roar and pulling out of the parking lot with a skid that sends people taking steps back in horror.

Once the main gates of the college come to view, I illegally pull the car to a stop just outside of it, opening my door and getting out in a fury. I walk around the car and open the passenger's side door, grabbing the guy by the collar and pulling him out, not even bothering with trying to look human.

I note in my peripheral vision that people are pointing and gathering around a bit to watch the show.

And I'll be sure to give them one.

Without saying a word, I pull my arm back and take a swing at his ugly face, feeling my Wolf surface with a happy purr at the sickening crunch that's heard. The useless piece of shit cries out in pain as he clutches at his now bleeding nose like a little girl, but I show no mercy.

He deserves no mercy.

"What the fuck is your problem with her?" I sweep my foot under her legs, making him fall back on the asphalt on his back with a thud that must've hurt real bad, "Why do you care who loves? Huh?" I press my foot down on his stomach with a mirthless sneer that bares my teeth, making sure that his internal organs feel the impact of it, "Are you secretly in love with her, you sick homophobe? Is that it?"

I press down harder when he doesn't reply, bending down to grab his face and make him look into my glowing hazel eyes, "Is. That. It?"

"No! NO! Please, let go!" He cries out, his face flushed red from fear and pain. I raise an unimpressed brow as I slowly ease my shoe off his stomach, letting it travel down to his groin area—but not pressing it down yet, "You should've thought of that before trying to rape a girl."

His eyes finally widen in realization as to why I, a freshman, had suddenly pulled his senior-ass away from his group of friends and dragged him across the hallways to all the way outside the college, so that I don't get into trouble with the dean.

The victim of his sadist ways is a half-human member of my pack, a junior in this very college, and when she'd come rushing to my house in tears after the end-of-summer party gone horribly wrong, it had taken everything in me to stop myself from hunting the asshole down and killing him off immediately.

Because I live by the motto that a homophobic rapist like him, who preys on vulnerable people shouldn't breathe the same air as the rest of us, normal people.

Alarm and panic cross his eyes as I slowly, threateningly push my foot down, and he becomes downright desperate in his pleas, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, please, please!"

That's what I like to hear.

I stamp down harder with the flat heel of my shoe on his genitals anyway, my glower the personification of the arctic glaciers as I stare him down, "I'm only letting you go now because the girl escaped before you scarred her for life. That's not an actual reason to let a lowlife like you live because it was not you who came to your senses and let her go, but—" I let my foot off and take a step back, shooting one last glare, "—murder in the middle of a college with people watching is not my style."

I spin around and walk back to my car, stopping just as I reach the driver's side, "Just remember the pain you felt the next time you try to take someone against their will. Because if you so much as lay a finger on anyone without their consent, mark my words, you will be dead. And if you so much as think of going to the cops or the dean about an assault or whatever the hell your nut-sized brain thinks you can pin on me, you'll be the one counting bars for the next ten years of your life for sexual assault."

With that, I get into my car and drive back to the parking lot, cracking my neck to try and relieve some of the tension.

I exhale deeply once I finally pull into the earlier parking space which is still empty, wondering what the world has come to if I have to beat up a guy on my first day at a place where I'd supposedly planned to keep my head down and not gain a reputation.

But if I don't make sure to keep the members of my own pack safe from monsters like him, then who will?

So no matter what I'd told myself about trying not to gain attention, something or the other would've gone wrong sooner or later and that plan would've gone down the drain anyway, right?

Right.

That's what I tell myself as I make my way to the dorms.

~

After a whole morning of unboxing all the shit and putting them in the two cupboards, thank goodness for single rooms, I finally lock my room up and make my way across the hall to the end of the corridor where my best-friend, Alessia Clarke's room is.

Alessia already finished her freshman year of college in the local community college near the pack, back home, because despite having kickass scores, she wasn't all that interested to take the pressure of the curriculum that a huge Uni like Hillbridge would shove on its students—much to her parents' dismay.

But when I'd finally extricated myself from the tasks that I'd had the past year— reason why I skipped a year and joined now—her parents had pushed her to enroll with me because her best friend—me—is going, so she'll be bored out of her mind if she stays back, yadda, yadda, yadda and the bottom line is, she kinda resented me a little while during the summer for making her do this.

All that flew out of the window when she caught the first glimpse of the rustic-looking campus with its huge arches and pillars and Victorian-era-esque architecture. She loved it here and has been busy unpacking just like me.

I forego knocking as I try the handle—which is surprisingly unlocked, letting myself into her single room. Her pale blonde hair swishes artfully as she turns around at the sound of my entrance with a wide grin, her excitement clear as day in her almost transparent grey eyes, "You're done already?"

"I unpacked for two hours. Of course, I am," I roll my eyes, making myself comfortable on her bed as I lie down with an arm behind my head, "What are you even doing, by the way? You've been at it for five hours now,"

Alessia scoffs as she pauses in the task of hanging up a royal blue dress, turning around with a sassy hand on her hip, "Unlike you who just shoved it all into the wardrobe, I'm ironing the clothes to undo the wrinkles from being inside the suitcase all day before I hang them up. So that I don't have to run around every morning in a hurry while getting ready."

Ugh, don't get me started on Alessia's morning routine. The girl needs a solid hour. All for showering and running a brush through her hair and applying a little bit of makeup.

Goddess knows why it takes her so long.

I usually am brushing my teeth when she's blow-drying her curls.

"Whatever, I'm famished and I just wanted to check if you're up for getting something. But looks like the closet monster has swallowed you." I shake my head as I stand up, fixing my top and grabbing my dark leather jacket from where I threw it when we'd entered her room this morning, "You want me to get you something when I'm back?"

"Um, maybe a sandwich?" She mumbles without concentrating much as she grabs another pair of shoes, searching the matching outfit it belongs to and placing it on the shelf below, in exact alignment.

Yeah, you guessed it. She's an absolute fashionista.

"Alright." Just as I open the door, she calls after me loudly.

"What?"

"No tom—"

"No tomatoes and mayo, I know." I slam her door shut, smiling as I make my way down the stairs.

The world can take a turn to the worse all it wants, but some things never change.

~

I'm standing in the short line to collect my coffee and sub and Alessia's sandwich when someone behind me taps me on the shoulder lightly.

I turn around in surprise to see a guy with a shock of platinum blond hair and a pair of one of bluest eyes I've ever seen—hidden behind thick, black-rimmed glasses—grinning at me happily, "Hi."

Instantly, I recognize that he's also a Wolf, and not an ordinary one either. He must be an Alpha or a Beta in the least.

Or maybe an Aleph.

"Um, hello?" I say awkwardly, confused as to why this guy was being so friendly.

"You're the girl who kicked that bully's ass this morning. I saw you dragging him across the college when I was carrying stuff up to my dorm room. That was really badass." He grins, and I relax slightly.

"Ah, thank you. And he was a rapist." His pale eyebrows shoot up in shock at my correction and I make an effort to grin back politely, but just then, my turn is up on the line. So I turn back around to receive my food, walking a few steps away from the queue to wait for the guy.

He grabs his cup and saunters over to where I'm standing with a curious look. His ocean blue eyes that crinkle at the corners are so similar to that of a certain demonic bastard, that I blink a second to recover myself from the bad memories.

"Damn. If he's a rapist, I hope you did a good number on him."

"You have no idea," I shoot him a secretive grin, making him shake his head with a smile, "Are you here with someone?"

I was about to take my food and leave, but friendly people like him who are genuine are hard to come by, so I make an instant decision. "No, let's share a table?"

"I was just about to say that." He gestures to one at the back with a divider that offers better privacy and I follow, taking the seat that faces away from the entrance. "So . . . which pack are you from?"

"Born in the Parker pack, but I'm from the Mordecai Pack." When I shoot him a questioning look, he elaborates with yet another grin, "Happily Mated to the Alpha,"

"Ah, Alpha Seneca's Mate?" I make sure to mask the irritation from my words. I'd just thought that I'd finally found a Wolf with whom I could maybe be friends with, but looks like he's part of the elite, I-only-talk-to-first-born-Alphas crowd. Maybe the reason why he's talking to me now is because he knows I'm an Alpha.

Prejudicial, I know. But past experiences have colored my views, unfortunately.

"I'm Micajah Rye, by the way." He extends a hand from across the table, and I accept it with a curt smile.

"Um, this is the part where you tell me who you are . . ." He looks at me expectantly, and I realize with relief that he really has no clue that I'm me.

So he's not a snotty asshole then, good to know.

"Nyah Pineda." I smile apologetically, "I was thinking about something, sorry."

"It's alright." Micajah waves it off casually, "So would I be right if I assume that you're the Alpha?"

I grin at the indirect way he phrased it, "You would be."

"Cool," Micajah nods, taking a sip of his coffee, "So how are you finding this place yet?"

"Been here only a couple of hours, already had to deal with a pack problem. The victim was half-human, so she had to struggle a lot before being able to break free."

"Oh, dang," The look that crosses his eyes speaks volumes about past experiences, "I hope she's alright soon." The concern in his voice was so honest.

"She will be." I nod, and just as I open my mouth to say something, he looks up to the entrance of the café, raising his hand in a wave to gesture whoever it is to join us. Since there's a huge ass divider blocking my view of the door, I don't try to turn around and see, instead, waiting for the person to walk over.

In the intermittent seconds we wait for the arrival of the intruder, something strange happens inside of me. It's almost as if I'm nervous to meet whoever is coming, and that's impossible, because I'm never nervous.

It's not one person who walks over, though.

No, it's two people. One of whom is a female Alpha who pulls her Mate into a fervent kiss the moment she reaches our table.

My insides do an uncomfortable twist and I feel a strange sensation in my heart as I look up to meet the other pair of eyes, the same blue orbs that were eerily similar to Micajah's.

My breath comes out in a short exhale as a number of startling realizations dawn inside of me the moment my eyes connect with his; making my Wolf howl in absolute delight.

1. The new guy is undeniably, hands down, the sexiest man I've laid my eyes on. Like the kind of sexy that can make you melt into a puddle with just a tilt of his lips, or an arch of an eyebrow.

2. He's my Soulmate—the one person I'd been dreaming about meeting all my life.

2. And he's also Ezra freaking Harland, my biggest arch-nemesis on the planet.

Kill me, now.

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Question: is Nyah badass or what?

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