I sat in the principal's office silently as my parents sat in silence as they were told off by the principal, their faces darkening with shame and disappointment that I've learned to accept: "How could you raise such a violent creature!" the principal wailed as though I'd spat in his face. "This behavior is unacceptable. He's already had two strikes; this is his last," the principal said coldly, his voice leaving no room for exceptions. "B-But there are no other schools that would take him in; he's already been expelled from the other schools. Please give him one last chance!" my mother pleaded with tears, but all the principal said was, "There are no second chances; you two should know that."

As we stepped outside the school, I opened my mouth to explain, but actions spoke louder than words. "Smack!" The sting was hard and fast, a pain and burning sensation spread across my cheek. It was the first time my father ever struck me. "They...they were talking... about most, I was only trying to defend her honor." My voice was strained as much as I resented them, but I could never hate them. My head lowered. My father spoke with complete hatred and malevolence, "You think we have honor? You've stripped that from us the moment you were conceived, and this was just the nail in the coffin. You only bring us shame and regret. Now, we have to leave this treacherous town with hardly any money. You've really done it, you're a fucking disgrace!" I couldn't bring myself to lift my head as I could at least do one thing right, an Alpha should never cry, and if they do, their tears should never be heard nor seen.

Looking out the car window, I felt optimistic that no one would know about my origins or the shameful creature I am. I smiled to myself as the familiar world around me evolved into something I could explore and reshape, no more fights and no more other Alphas, as I heard this town called..."Roseburn" was more isolated and had a less likely chance of Alphas even grazing such a place. I felt a warmth that I can never receive from anyone but myself. I wondered if I'd ever feel the warmth of another rather than their wrath, or will I would ever stop hurting and become a being worth anything?

On my first day of school, there were full of pure betas and they surrounded me like I was a celebrity. I had stupidly mistaken this as affection, but it soured at automatic assumptions and whispers that made me anxious, so I smiled brightly and barely managed to squeeze past the short betas and sat at a desk at the far end of the classroom that had the best, perfectly placed window and the most calming view that helped my tired mind, resting my head in my arms not noticing how heavy my eyelids felt and soon enough I was already alseep. Classes didn't matter to me, nothing did, even my dream kept haunting me just as my parents were a constant reminder that I would never belong nither be loved.

When I stirred, an intense scent hit my nose like a tidal wave. I had to blink a couple of times to rein myself back into reality, lifting my exhausted gaze to meet a cold-looking alpha's intense gaze. He just stared. I thought I was still dreaming. I was confident and reassured that the possibilities of an alpha being in this town were zero to none. By the looks of it, this alpha looked arrogant and most likely snobby. His mouth moved in a blur, and I replied casually, hiding his anger well, but I could smell his intense pheromone radiating off of him. I decided to stare as he sat down; he had dark circles that looked engraved under his eyes, longish black hair that looked slightly messy resting just above his shoulders, as though he had run through a forest. He was quite muscular, but I beat him in "Do you mind?" his rough voice threw me off my train of thought and observations, but I needed to make up something so I wouldn't get my ass beat. That's when my eyes landed on an omega that was eyeing me like a starved animal, bingo.