The Rejected Alpha

Helen’s POV

The moment I open my eyes and check the time on my phone screen, I panic.

Today is my first school day and it is already 9 o'clock and I'm still lying in my bed, recalling what I dreamt last night. My mind is messy but there are some fragmented scenes I can still remember.

I think I met a blond boy who has a very charming appearance. I believe I fell in love with this handsome guy when he looked into my eyes with a genuine smile.

But as he introduced himself as a prince and asked me to marry him, my crush on him vanished.

I said no because I am not a Disney princess and as a normal girl in the 21th century, I'll not accept a proposal from a stranger who I met for the first time.

The smile on his face disappeared. He became furious and cornered me to the wall, declaring that I would regret this. The gentle prince is gone, replaced by an evil demon. To be honest, I am scared but I managed to stand still and challenged him to wait and see.

He gritted his teeth and was about to say something, and that's the moment I woke up and realized I was already late for my first school day.

When I arrive at the classroom, the first class has begun, and the teacher asks students to make a self-introduction one by one. She does not notice my presence until several students look in my direction, which eventually causes her to turn to me and kindly invite me to move in.

It is a kind of relief. I mouth "thank you" to the teacher and find an empty seat as soon as possible. Yet, I fail.

Looking around, I find all the seats have been occupied except for the one in the middle row. Although there is no one sitting there, the textbooks spread all over that desk, indicating the seat has been taken by someone.

"Dear, what are you waiting for?" the teacher looks at me with a not very dear smile.

"I'm sorry but I didn't spot a seat."

"You are welcome to sit here." before the teacher says anything, I hear a drawl.

Suddenly the whole class sinks in silence as if they were muted. They looked in all the directions but the one from which the voice comes.

That's awkward.

"Very generous offer, Mr Dylan." the teacher gives him the praise and asks me to sit there.

The boy snorts and starts to put away the books scattering on the desk, clearing out an empty place for me.

I want to thank him but as I look at him, I become speechless. It is impossible to ignore the fact that he looks exactly like the person in my dream.

Blond hair, pale skin, and a pair of silver-gray eyes.

I am shocked at my discovery and can't take my eyes off him, which sends a wrong signal to him.