The Alpha's Bullied Mate

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to me in his usual strict voice while handing out

re, the truth was, I had never been good at math or science. I don’t even know why and how I ended up in these classes in the first place. With everythin

for the teacher’s desk. He handed me my paper right away, his expression grim. “Y

inus, right? At l

w that I understood, since was cheek had started to hurt w

e, making me flinch back. “I’m trying to help you graduate here, but loo

ng to find my voice as I fumbled wit

ick up the papers and get back to y

the papers. Once I had all of them neatly lined up, I set aside my own paper

heir leg out at the last moment and caused me to trip and fall face

mething when I fell. The laughter all around me sounded deafening, but it was nothing new. At least I

nded right then, as if he was rejoicing in my suffering. “Need a

s me. But I couldn't. I'll always be a coward, never strong enough to stand up to him or any other bully. I had enough scars for a lifetime, I didn't

as no point in going through my mistakes anyway, since it was a failed test. Sil

arently, a lot of people hated math. But while the others packed up their bags and left, I

se enough to raise the tiny hair at my nape. Lifting my head just a little, I peaked from under m

uld see right through to my soul…know all my deepest, darkest secrets. Even though our eyes had met for hardly

face sculpted by an expert Greek sculptor. He was the soccer team Captain, so it was obvious that he worked out, but I often kept wondering how a sevent

team liked to do stretches in the field quite often…without their shirts on and I, alo

who hung out with them were pretty enough to be models. They also happened t

n dream about standing nex

breaking me out of my thoughts.

ice that always made my skin tingle. “I wanted t

bring it

idn’t he just get an A in his test? I

was I even bothered with how much he got on this test or

the two of us. Yes, I may or may not have had a crush on his handsome face, but who doesn’t? The entire school h

nts to begin with; Belfast County was a pretty small area. But that was what made my life even worse.

books back inside my bag before heading to the teacher’s desk. I stayed behind so as not to interfere with their wo

le that the clown would sta

never