Lycan Prince Matteo

Freya’s POV

"Oops, sorry," Britney, the pack and school slut, mocked as she deliberately bumped into me while I was retrieving my school belongings from my locker. Once I managed to rein in my anger, I glanced at her, grateful that my inner wolf had urged me to remain composed.

Attempting to walk past her, I was thwarted as she obstructed my path. Instead of letting me go, she purposely tripped me, and as I stumbled, laughter erupted not only from her but also from the onlooking crowd.

'Keep your cool, Frey,' my wolf advised, attempting to pacify me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered myself before standing up. It was peculiar that Pi, my wolf, seemed more level-headed than I was. Typically, our wolves were quick to lose their composure and act impulsively, making it particularly odd that my wolf exhibited such sensibility, a stark contrast to my own nature.

"Oh, I apologize once again," Britney chuckled, accompanied by her cohorts. Deciding to distance myself, I stood up and walked away, aware that their mockery wouldn't cease as long as I remained in their sight.

As I rounded the corner toward my next class, an inadvertent collision occurred with a solid chest. Regret settled in when I glanced up to identify its owner—Joric, the impending Alpha, smirked at me.

Similar to Britney, Joric was another bully, boasting an inflated sense of self-importance due to his future alpha status. However, in terms of strength, he paled in comparison to his future beta and gamma. The sole qualification for his alpha role was his lineage as the son of the current alpha.

"How fortunate I am to finally locate you!" he exclaimed animatedly, accompanied by his own group of followers. I was relieved that his future beta and gamma were absent. Both were responsible individuals, perhaps explaining their lack of camaraderie with him.

"I'm heading to my next class," I informed him with my head bowed, aware that he enjoyed such displays, relishing in the feeling of superiority it brought.

"No need for that. I can ask your teacher to pass you if you give me a favor," he said, leering at his minions, who joined in his laughter. I'd rather fail than comply with such a request, but unable to voice that, I simply responded. "I don't want to incur Britney's displeasure. She's already caused me enough trouble."

"You're here," Clay interjected as Joric prepared to reply. "I've been searching for you. Let's go," he said, taking my hand. We both cast a glance at the future alpha before turning away, only to find him glaring at Clay. Joric couldn't confront Clay because he knew he couldn't outmatch his future beta.

We strolled away, and a sigh of relief escaped me, grateful that Clay arrived just in time. "You've really lucked out encountering that jerk and the troublemaker," Clay chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm well aware of that. I don't know if I emit some kind of scent