Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- sleeping on his desk. He was a brewing storm, a ticking bomb, and a walking disaster. He was nothing I was used to, nothing I'd ever dreamed of. My first love and I fought fiercely. It started when one of his friends picked on me back in the tenth grade. By that time, I'd already adjusted to living in a new city. My mom often told me I had changed so much already. In what way, I don't know. I did grow a few inches, and my native language was improving greatly.

I even met with Ashly and her father and started my training. Ialso noticed that an increasing number of boys would send me WeChat messages or ask for my number, giving me free snacks or flowers at random times of the day. They would visit my room and squeal at the sight of me. I tried to politely turn them down, but boys could be annoying as hell. I turned out to be exactly like my first love.

"Are you Omega without an Alpha father?" Sebastian once asked me and cornered me when I was on my way home. I remembered looking straight at him, not even blinking once. I was drowning in his eyes, for they were like two sets of deep seas. He was unreadable , unlike me, who has been told a lot of times that Iam ---- an open book.

"Answer me, you idiot!" Not because I was annoyed with him, but rather because I couldn't stand having his face so close to mine, I remembered gritting my teeth in response and pushing him away. My heart wouldn't stop beating so loud, and with the very small distance between us, I was afraid he'd hear it. I was afraid that if he stayed close, I might lean in and brush my lips against his.

"Why do you care?" I spat out with the same anger that his voice has, but it took all my strength not to let my voice crack. I was finally talking to him, and this is what will happen. I remembered thinking how unlucky I was as a person. "The boy you turned down, Ram, is my Sebestian crush brother. Time to pray to all the gods you believe in because you're going to be dead meat, Allen," his friend, Rich, answered for him. That's when real anger and hatred rose to my head. I remember Ram.

He's pretty, that I won't deny. He was also talented. He was in our school's drama club, and I was told that every single year, he would star in some stage play for our school's foundation day. But he's not Sebestian and doesn't want to do anything to his sister. And I only want Sebestian. I don't want other boys. In fact, I don't want any other people. I ---- only want Sebestian because I know he is my Alpha. But my first love doesn't want me.

"I guess you're not as charming as me," I managed to say. I couldn't remember what I was thinking at that time. All I knew was that I was angry, scared, and disappointed. I wanted to shout at him to tell him that I was a better option. I was desperate . That's why I blurted out those words. But I can remember how his expression flickered . I could see annoyance in his eyes. His eyes turned dark, and his fist was raised, but before he could punch me, Rich held his hand.

"You effing omega, you piece of s***!" "Sebastian , you can't afford to get into a fight inside the school again. You'll be expelled if that happens . Just let this go. It's just a Omega, Sebestian. There are lots of them." Sebastian growled before he pushed me to the ground. He gave mea cold, hard stare-that was his signature look. He doesn't want to leave me alone, as far as I can tell. But Rich dragged him away from me, and in return, I gave him the exact same cold stare he gave me.

Not that I wanted to look at him like that, but if I showed my true emotions in front of him, wouldn't he run away from me? ---- That was the start of a chaotic mess that I got myself into. Every day for the next two years, I exchanged deadly stares and filthy words with Sebestian, the notorious troublemaker at our school. He still sat beside me during sixth and seventh grade, and despite being ecstatic to be near the person I love, it only gave him plenty of chances to pick on me.

I was tired of him, realizing that the person I like isn't an exception to my thin patience , so I would fight back. We'd stare hard at each other when he walked into the cafeteria. We'd stare at each other when he walked past me in the hallway. We'd stare at each other, frigid and hard. In the middle of our senior and last year in school, he finally got himself a girlfriend, Tiffany. She was a transferee during our seventh grade, and she was cute.

She can sing and dance, and she dresses nicely, like an idol you see on television . And I was jealous. When they broke up, I kissed the girl in front of him because I was so jealous. Rumors broke out about Tiffany dating an older guy, someone in college, and they ended things. I took my chance , with envy and bitterness clouding my thoughts. He was furious, and he waited for me outside the school that day. We had a huge fight.

My friends and his friends got into a brawl, and we both went home with broken lips and noses. We finally reached eighth grade, and today is my last