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"Mate." They growl in unison. The next moment, two hard, sweating bodies turn the handle and push me into the office. The scent... It's Atlas and Axel! The twins whom I have a crush on!!! Oh, goddess, I love you. They’re 18 today, and I’m the lucky she-wolf to have the twins! “Atlas, Axel, I’m happy that...” I turn around, but my expression freeze when I look into their eyes. They look disappointed and angry. Why? Don’t they want me? How could it be? I try to deceive myself, but what they say the next crushes all my self-deceiving lies. "I, Axel Grimm, and I, Atlas Grimm, hereby reject you, Harley Grace Ashwood as our mate and Luna." I feel like a ton of trucks have parked on my chest. I have to admit that I still don't dare to accept their rejection, so I run past them, dodging their hands that are reaching out for me. I just want to find a place to hide, stay away from them, and heal myself slowly. ———————— White halls, white tile floors, pep rally signs, and that unrelenting mix of stereotypical groups that are typical even for supernatural schools, and all of The Chicken Soup for The Teenage Soul books my mother has gifted me over the last few weeks as summer break neared its end wasn’t enough to prepare me for this. Years of homeschooling in the comfort of my home down the drain because of one nonsense test the alpha requested, which landed me in my senior year in this private miserable place of a high school where my brother and every other ranking member in this pack attends, My mother has always bragged about how brilliant I am, but I thought it was just something she liked to say because she is my mom. I sighed as I navigated the crowd winding in and out of broad shoulders and clouds of perfume. The sickeningly sweet scent hung heavy in the back of my throat, making me crunch my nose up. The sweat in my palms reminded me I have no business here. 242…242… I repeated the locker number over and over as I searched every row I passed. Anger stomped me when the
