“Henry, Liam” I muttered As I changed my direction, I came across the most shocking thing of my life. Alpine, the person I had tried my best to ignore all these years, the one who made my secondary school life unbearable, was in the same department and at the same level as me. How was this possible? She graduate before me so why is she here? Is this some sort of plan to torment me for years?

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I swiftly turned my head to the other side, hoping she wouldn't notice me, but it seemed she already saw me because I could hear her scoff from where I stood.

In the midst of not knowing where to sit, it felt like the whole class was against me.

"Niylah, come sit here," Nova's voice called out, and I shifted to her side. She gestured to the seat beside her, and I nodded before walking over to sit beside her.

"So, your name is Niyla," Liam remarked as I passed by him. I nodded before taking my seat beside Nova.

I placed my notes on the table, feeling the heat seeping out of my body as the lecturer began the class. The topic felt oddly familiar to me; I had been researching my department's work ever since I got admission to this school. As a business student, studying felt like second nature to me. If they gave me an exam today, I'm sure I wouldn't fail.

I listened carefully to the lecturer, absorbing every bit of knowledge. Learning never ends, right?

As the class ended, students started leaving one by one, each person with their gossip friend.

My eyes shifted to the Alpine side, and I was surprised to catch her staring at me. I knew I couldn't escape her; I just hoped her torment wouldn't be too much.

I stood up from my seat, ready to leave, when I heard Nova's voice from behind.

"I haven't given you permission to stand up," she said, and I froze in place. Did I really need permission from her to do anything?

"Sit down," Hilda's voice followed, and I quietly took my seat again.

I hadn't heard Ivory's voice yet. Maybe it was just her nature to stay quiet, or perhaps she was pretending.

They told me to sit down while they kept talking among themselves. I wondered if this was another way of navigating through life.

I couldn't believe my ears hearing them discuss how to have sex with a man. They were shameless. I just hoped their conversation wouldn't influence me.

"Hey Niylah, you can get going," a voice I didn't recognize said. I turned back to see Ivory's eyes on me. Did she just speak to me?

"I said you can get going," she repeated. Hilda and Nova could only stare at her without saying a word. I wondered if she was the one controlling them.

I stood up, ready to leave, but Alpine's eyes were still on me. If I stepped outside now, there was no way she wouldn't come after me. The only thing holding her back was sitting close to a rich girl she might know. What if I left them alone and headed back home and Alpine come for me?

No, I'd rather stay than face humiliation from Alpine. My eyes landed on the floor, and I flashed Ivory an awkward smile. "I'll wait till you guys are done," I said, and she gave me a questioning look.

"Are you saying no to my command?" she asked, and I shook my head in denial.

"No, I'm not," I replied.

"Then stand up and get out of here!" Hilda screamed, and I stood up, walking away instantly.

I held my bag tightly to my chest, praying inwardly for Alpine not to follow me.

The moment I stepped out of the hall, I felt a hand on my back, and I froze. "Alpine!" my mind screamed as I turned back, but it was someone different.

It was Liam next to him was Henry, whose gaze was intense. I wondered why his eyes were always on his forehead. Did he ever smile?

"What about the cloth I gave you earlier?" he asked, releasing his hand from my shoulder.

"At home. I'll wash it and bring it for you tomorrow," I said, seeing Henry eyes widen in surprise.

Liam and Hendy exchanged a glance, and Henry walked away without looking back.

"As you can see, the cloth belongs to him," Liam said awkwardly, and my mouth formed an "O."

"I have no idea," I said, and he nodded understandingly.

"My name is Liam," he said, gesturing for a handshake. I stared at him for a moment, wondering about his intentions. He didn't seem like a poor guy, and his stance suggested he might be a billionaire's son, so why was he acting so nice?

I felt his hand reaching out, and we shook hands. "Nice meeting you," he said, and I nodded.

"Same here," I replied as he let go of my hand.

"See you around," he said, walking away, and my eyes followed him.

I couldn't believe a guy like him had just shaken my hand; it still felt like a dream.

In that moment, my mind went blank, and my vision blurred. I grabbed onto the nearby pole, resting my hand on it.

"What's happening to me?" I wondered, tears welling up. I felt a hint of a headache, but suddenly my body felt okay again. I stood up straight, my eyes filled with questions.

"What is that," I questioned myself.

Henry’s POV

I burst through the door, running inside the house. My body was reacting strangely, feeling hot inside while shivering.

I stripped off my clothes, revealing my naked chest, and collapsed heavily on the couch.

I felt the same way as I did yesterday when I met that mysterious girl. I wondered what was happening between us.

Maybe she could be my mate. I'm celebrating my 22nd birthday soon, and I've had my wolf since I turned 18. Since then, I've been searching for my mate. My urge for her grew stronger each week, leading me to seek solace in other females.

My dad took his time to explain how you feel when you first meet your mate, and since yesterday, I'm having the symptoms. It's funny how my wolf groaned whenever I set my eyes on the strange girl.

I just met her yesterday, and my wolf is already craving her. It's evident in her demeanor; she's a mere omega. I wonder how she gained admission to our school.

Liam gave her my favorite cloth yesterday, which prompted me to get closer today. I wanted to follow her to her hostel to retrieve my jacket, but my wolf kept growing restless. If I stayed near her for one more minute, my wolf might take control over me and do something reckless.

Tomorrow, I will make sure to control myself and find out if she's truly my mate.

I heard the creak of the door, and Liam entered with a determined expression.

I've done him a real messed up thing by taking the car home while his wallet is inside, and he also did me dirty by giving my favorite cloth to a random stranger.

I know he'll make a scene the moment he walks in, but I don't even care.

He strides inside, he throw a punch at me, but I let him do his worst. He's half immortal and half demon; his punch won't faze me.

"Why'd you bring the car home when you know my wallet's inside?" he screams, catching me off guard. I sit back on the couch.

"Tell me more about it. You gave a stranger my fav cloth yesterday, and you don't want me to do the same? Are you kidding?" I retort, grabbing the ashtray, picking up the smoke on it, and lighting it up, puffing it out and it smoke filled the room.

"But she is in need of it, can't you see people are mocking her," Liam said, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it up also.

"Then same goes for me. I needed to come back home early, that's why I brought the car, and I had no idea your wallet was inside," I fibbed, even though I saw his wallet before driving home.

"So what happened? Why did you run away? I thought you said you wanted to follow Niylah home to get your cloth. Did you change your mind?" he inquired, and I dropped the cigarette butt in the ashtray, focusing on Liam.

Liam has been my buddy since we started elementary school. His mom was a wolf, and his dad was an immortal. In the realm of power control, immortals and wolves aren't allowed to mix, but his parents broke that rule, leading to their demise and leaving Liam alone in the world.

With the love my dad had for Liam's mom, that's why my dad agreed to raise Liam from birth.

I grew up without much parental love. When I was little, Liam and I were the only ones at home with the nanny. My parents only came home once a month. Me and Liam found solace in each other, which is why we shared secrets.

The ultimate gift for Liam was to acknowledging different realm. I knew that by seeing the girl yesterday, he would recognize her realm.

"Liam!" I called out, and he raised an eyebrow.

"The girl you gave my cloth to yesterday, is she a wolf or omega?" I inquired, and Liam scoffed.

"She's an omega. Why?" he replied.

Sadness washed over me. I couldn't fathom being mated to a mere omega. Even if I accepted, my parents would never approve. There's no law supporting love between a wolf and an omega. Besides, the girl isn't my type; I've felt an inexplicable disdain for her since laying eyes on her yesterday.

"Is she your mate?" Liam asked, and I furrowed my brows, wondering how he knew what I was thinking.

“Why did you ask?” I inquired, and he smiled.

“You have no interest in a girl being a wolf or omega as long as she as a hole, so tell me why wouldn't I know when you are interested in knowing where she belongs,” he explained, and I took a deep breath.

“I'm still doubting if she is my mate or if it's just my curiosity, but I will confirm tomorrow,” I stated.

“If she is your mate, will you reject her?” Liam asked, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Are you expecting me, a whole Alpha to be betrothed to a mere omega?”

Henry's POV

“Are you expecting me a whole Alpha of a city to be betrothed to a mere omega?” I proclaimwed and I saw the reaction on Liam’s face, he wasn’t surprised by the deceleration since he know me more.

"Are you sure your wolf can resist that?" he inquired, rising and grabbing the car key from the table.

"Once I reject her, then everything will be sorted," I affirmed, and he nodded.

"I'm coming," he stated before heading out. I didn't need to ask where he was going; I already knew.

Liam grew up an orphan, despite my parents raising him, it didn't change his background. He showed his gratitude by visiting the orphanage, and the kids there adored him.

I accompanied him a few times, but I eventually stopped going for my own reasons. I sank into the couch, hand on my forehead, weighed down by the thought of rejecting my mate. If I confirmed she was my mate, I wouldn't hesitate to reject her.

The knock on the door jolted me, and I shot a glare at Ivory as she entered the room. I wondered what she was here for.

Ivory has been my high school mate and my fvck partner since we started secondary school. Among all the girls I've been with, Ivory is the one who satisfies my sex desire most.

She strolled in with her usual seductive look, seating herself beside me on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not really in the mood for anything with her today, but I knew I couldn't resist her. Ivory had a way of getting me in the mood. No matter how much I resisted or tried to ignore the urge, she always found a way to arouse me.

I once wished for her to be my mate so I could have full access to her body and pleasure her whenever I desired. But it seemed like the moon goddess ignored my plea. Even though she wasn't my mate, I always found my way to her.

"What do you mean? I came here for you," she said slowly, her hands moving to my pants, slipping inside, and gripping my already excited member. She gently stroked it, stirring up intense emotions within me. "Do you like what you feel?" she inquired, not waiting for an answer as she got up and headed to the room, leaving no doubt about her intentions.

I got up and walked to the door, locking it behind me, and headed straight to my room where Ivory was waiting for me.

She was lying naked on the bed, her hands pleasuring herself, one hand on her pussy and the other squeezing her nipple.

I smirked before joining her on the bed. She sat up, using her middle finger to fvck herself, soft moans escaping her lips.

I pulled her closer by the waist, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, creating an intense connection.

As our kiss deepened, she fingers herself more vigorously the liquid coming from her virginal split on the bed. I replaced her fingers with mine, gently exploring her pot.

She wasn't too tight, allowing my fingers to move inside her, her waist twisting to my fingers.

I pleasured her with my fingers for a couple of minutes before releasing her and breaking the kiss.

"Please, eat me up," she pleaded, her voice soft and longing, like a child asking for milk. And I smirked.

"Are you sure you won't cry later?" I teased as I gave her ear a playful bite, sending tingles down her body to her throat.

"Make me cry, I want to scream your name, pleasure me with your tongue," she whispered, her tongue lightly grazing my cheeks.

She stood up, allowing me to lean back on the bed, eagerly waiting for her to straddle my face.

She made her way towards me, positioning herself over my mouth, her knees on the bed. I used my hands to guide her towards me.

I teased her wet entrance with a gentle kiss, causing her to moan softly.

My tongue skillfully explored her sensitive area before focusing on her most sensitive spot, eliciting a chorus of moans.

While my tongue worked its magic, my hands played with her nipples, heightening her pleasure.

Her waist movements synced with the rhythm of my tongue twisting and fvcking my tongue gently, and I extended my tongue as far as possible to satisfy her desires.

She let out a soft sigh, her gentle hand on my hard member, slowly massaging it. Her hand moved up and down, heightening my arousal with each stroke.

"Fvck me please!" she cried out, flipping herself onto the bed as I positioned myself between her legs. I spread her legs wide as I entered her, feeling her tightness engulf me. I could see the longing in her eyes, urging me to pick up the pace.

But I had made a promise to myself; I wanted to hear her scream my name and beg before allowing her release. My movements were deliberate, building anticipation with each thrust.

“Henry, fvck me harder” She shifted on the bed, silently asking for more speed.

"Call out my name," I teased with a mischievous smile on my lips.

"Never, to hell with you," she retorted defiantly, but I couldn't help but smirk. I moved towards her nipples, playfully teasing them with my tongue. She held my head, urging me closer, her legs wrapped around me as she moved in sync with me.

I took her two nipples into my mouth, sucking gently and giving a soft bite, eliciting a quiet moan from her.

"Increased your pace, Henry... please," she whispered, and I smiled, releasing her nipple.

"Beg me louder, louder, and louder," I urged, increasing my pace slowly.

"Please, please," she pleaded, her voice filling the room, and I nodded.

"You'll beg me to stop," I predicted, increasing my intensity, hitting all the right spots while she moaned in pleasure. My left hand teased her, adding to the rhythm, my body moving in sync with hers.

"Harder, harder... yes!" she cried out, tossing her head from side to side as her black hair covered her face.

After more than seven minutes, I sensed she was close to climax, as was I. The tension built, and I felt my release approaching.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, pulling out. She sat up quickly, taking me into her mouth, and I released, feeling her swallow.