Hidden identities

The school was alive with electric anticipation today. The principal was meticulously overseeing every detail, ensuring that everything was flawless. The atmosphere hummed with excitement, with students maintaining their utmost decorum. The girls, in particular, were practically buzzing with excitement, fervently discussing every facet of Jack Miller-his striking features, impeccable style, and undeniable charisma. They absorbed every snippet of information with almost feverish enthusiasm, and by nightfall, they had unearthed every detail about him.

Jack Miller was the very embodiment of perfection, destined to be the future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack and the second son of Alpha Steve. His recent return from rigorous training had only intensified the buzz, culminating in the grand party Alpha Steve hosted to introduce him to the pack. Jack's legendary battlefield prowess and his promise as the next Alpha were well-known throughout the pack.

Today marked the beginning of his term at school, where he would complete his degree amidst the excitement of his new environment. Among the throngs of admirers was Emily, whose admiration for Jack had been a constant since childhood. Each year on her birthday, she wished to be his mate, and on his birthdays, she hoped he wouldn't find his mate just yet, dreaming that one day she could be the one.

Emily was so absorbed in the animated chatter of the girls behind her that she didn't notice when her best friend, Rose, quietly slipped into the seat beside her. Startled by Rose's whisper-"Jack is here!" Emily whipped her head towards the door, only to find it empty. Turning back, she saw Rose's amused grin. Emily's initial frown softened into a smile as she looked at her friend.

"When did you get here, and why are you so late?" Emily asked, though she knew Rose wasn't late and that there was still plenty of time before classes started. After all, she had asked Rose to arrive early.

"When you were busy eavesdropping on every word about your Jack, I was at home, enjoying a leisurely breakfast," her best friend said, playfully mimicking her.

Emily completely ignored her first statement and was just about to ask her about the project when Jack caught her attention. He was walking towards the classroom, chatting expressively with his friends. The sight of him, so self-assured and at ease, immediately lifted her spirits. A thrill of excitement surged through her at the idea of having classes with him. Although Jack was a senior in his final year, and she only a first year junior, they would share three combined classes each week. The very thought of seeing him regularly in class filled her with eager anticipation.