The Alpha's Accidental Mate

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eagan, the girl who loves to bully me, sits at the back

mistake; I should have skipped this class. Teagan is whispering about me

o make my life into a living hell. They take my stuff and call me shrimp or

te t

pha, and it has gone over Josh's head. He behaves like he owns the e

es to bully anyone who is less

table before me, rattling it until I'm forced ba

ke my

hty finally fallen? Damn. You have such a

me wants to stand up and punch him, but I've tried in the past. I

d by the other people inside the classr

Archer. I still haven't forgotten that you called me donkey face inside the cafet

the door opens to the classroom. I'm not bothered to look up but

e past has been bald and middle-aged. Most of them don't know how to smile and l

attention to the front of the classroom. Immediately I'm

my-

ricts, and I s

s the new

g his muscular body, and instead of making him look like a dork, it h

utiful bastard, but he doesn't seem like a bully. He ke

eep taking him in, an evil smile twists his lush mouth. I tell myself not to look at

t my full

d I will be your new lite

naturals exist, but Josh and his friends must definitel

I pick up my book and quietly listen to Mr. Rossi while ig

idden fruit in more ways than one, but damn. No one

as I'm hit full force wi

s aren't perfect. No, they are somewhat bold, and while his cheekbones are pronounced

m his pouty lips compressed in irritation as he scowls down at me. I can see what he is

nd marks out which chapters to read. The book is one I've already read

d be focusing on

aring Mr. Rossi's voice inside my hea

epat

h

ly find me d

ck. 'Do you always read peopl

he is pretending to be reading a magazi

it this weekend, but fate seems to want you in m

owl at him. 'You're my teacher and should

y flash to mine to let me know he is smiling. 'But what

ck, sick man

th me?' he asks, returning to his magazine. 'I mean

ep breath to calm down. My lungs fill with air, and I try t

uriating,'

zine, winking at me from his table. 'But that's alright.

t pounding. Mr. Rossi chuckles in his seat, and I loathe how the sound giv