A secret Alpha werewolf in a human highschool.

TARA'S POV

It was prom night.

Every student was gathered in the large high school hall, drinking and smoking with their friends, while a large majority of others stood in the dimly lit room, smooching with their partners in the corners of the hall.

I stood at the entrance of the hall, feeling so out of place.

"Tara," I heard my name being called. "You didn't call to inform me of your arrival."

I hugged my best friend, Cassandra, as she reached where I was.

Cassandra and I were classmates and had been best friends for over five years now.

She was a year older than I. I was eighteen, and she was nineteen, but that was almost unnoticeable due to the close way we related.

"My cell phone battery went flat," I responded.

"What about your boyfriend?" Cassandra asked, noticing we hadn't come in together.

I blushed slightly and responded, "Oh, I guess he must be at one of the tables in the front."

She looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping on our conversation and gave me a conspiratorial look.

"So... how's tonight going to go? Are you still going ahead with what you planned earlier?"

"Yes."

I had finally agreed to give my virginity to my boyfriend tonight.

My boyfriend, Tyson, was one of the hottest and most popular guys in school, and we had been together for nearly four years.

The most we had done sexually was kissing and a bit of making out, but I had always stopped him halfway through before we went further, saying I wasn't ready yet.

I was planning this as a surprise for him tonight.

Taking the advice from my best friend, Cassandra, I had dressed up in a dazzling black short corset dress that hugged my figure in the right places, and I was sure that would set the mood tonight.

"Make sure you tell me all about it by tomorrow, okay?" Cassandra made me promise.

I playfully hit her arm and responded, "Of course I will."

"Now, won't you hurry along to meet your prince charming? You mustn't keep him waiting," I teased and shoved her slightly.

"See you later."

Carefully, I walked through the crowd of bodies, my eyes scanning everyone's face to see if I could spot my boyfriend.

My body tingled with excitement as I thought of what the night held for us.

"He probably hasn't arrived yet," I thought after searching for him for a while and decided to walk into the restroom to adjust my slightly smeared makeup due to the heat.

I opened the first door and closed it sharply as a sharp, offensive stench hit my nose.

"What would it cost the user to clean up after using the toilet?" I shook my head in irritation.

I walked towards the next one and heard muffled voices of moaning and groaning coming from it.

"Things have probably escalated from the smooching in the hall, and they couldn't hold it anymore," I thought inwardly and chuckled.

"Ah... Fuck, don't you think your girlfriend must be searching all over the place for you by now?" I heard the voice of the female amidst moaning.

Disgust is an understatement of what I felt.

"Forget about that bitch for now," a male voice responded.

For a second, I thought that voice sounded familiar.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I temporarily forgot what I was there to do. I stood behind the door, waiting for the occupants to come out.

Never in a thousand years would I have expected what would happen next.

Minutes later, my boyfriend, Tyson, walked out of the door, fiddling with the zipper of his trousers, with a girl whom I recognized immediately.

Tyson had sworn he and Bianca were just friends at the times I had confronted him about their uncomfortable closeness, and I had decided to let it slide so as not to seem too possessive.

Tyson's eyes dropped as he saw me and roughly shoved the other girl, Bianca, away, but it was too late. I had already seen her.

"Tyson." That was the only word my lips could form at that moment.

Sharp stabs of pain coursed through my heart, and I felt as though the world had just come to an end.

"It's not what you think, baby. I can explain," Tyson moved towards me and made to hold my hands.

"Don't you ever!" I hissed sharply and pushed his hands away.

I moved closer to the wall to support my trembling body and uttered the only word that came to mind.

"Why?"

Bianca still stood close by and had a dirty, arrogant expression on her face that I so desperately wanted to wipe off with a dirty slap.

Tyson went down on his knees and spoke, "Let me explain what happened to you. When you hadn't arrived, Bianca approached me and said her gown zipper was loose and asked me to follow her to the restroom to have it adjusted and..."

Painful tears streamed down my face. Tears of hurt, disappointment, betrayal.

"Enough!" I yelled, cutting him off from his bullshit explanation.

Was this how low he thought of me?

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Tyson fully.

"You know what? We are done!"

I turned to face Bianca and flashed her a sickly smile.

"And you, you can have him all you want. Only God knows how many times you guys have fucked."

"What do you mean, Tara? You can't just casually call off our relationship of four years just because of a little thing like this."

"Little thing?" I repeated bitterly.

I knew that if I stayed here any longer, I was going to lose my sanity. Shoving Tyson roughly out of the way, I rushed out of the restroom.

My throat and heart stung so badly that I felt like I was going to die at any moment.

I ran towards the lonely school parking lot and collapsed on the ground, bursting into tears.

After an hour that felt like an eternity to me had passed, I regained a little control over myself and stood up.

Fuck Tyson, fuck Bianca, fuck the stupid feeling called love.

Prom party wasn't something that was held regularly, and the night was barely starting. I was not going to let some insignificant beings ruin my night.

Ignoring my ruined makeup, I walked back into the hall to locate Cassandra, and I spotted her waving and beckoning to me.

I rushed towards her and, without thinking, collapsed into her chest.

"He cheated on me," I managed to say amidst fresh tears that had begun flowing from my eyes.

"Who? What do you mean?" Cassandra supported my chin to look at her properly.

"Tyson."

"That bastard," she cursed under her breath.

I was expecting her to say something more or offer me some comforting words, but she didn't. Instead, she had a strange expression on her face when I looked at her.

"Aren't you not going to say anything else?" I questioned.

Cassandra simply frowned and murmured, "I knew it. I thought he had already promised to stop it."

I stared at her in confusion.

"You knew what, Cassandra? Have you finally gone insane?"

Something clicked in my head.

"You knew Tyson was cheating on me?" I drawled.

A guilty expression formed on her face as she darted her eyes back and forth, refusing to look me in the eye.

"I'm really sorry, Tara. I really thought he had..." Her voice trailed off.

"Make me understand, Cassandra! What the hell are you trying to say?" I yelled over the loud music, attracting looks from people around.

Cassandra finally looked at me and spoke.

"What I'm trying to say is that I am aware Tyson had been cheating on you. In fact, this has been going on for over a year now, and-"

"And what?" My voice shook.

"I confronted him a number of times about the issue as your best friend, and he promised to stop."

"Why didn't you inform me about this?"

"Because I didn't want to hurt you, Tara. I see how your eyes light up whenever you talk about him, and I didn't want to ruin that."

I looked up at her face fully and muttered the next words.

"I hate you."

I shoved her roughly out of the way and ran out of the school building without looking back this time.

My so-called boyfriend and best friend betrayed me in just one night.

I was fucking done!

"Rhinestone Bar," I mumbled without thinking to the driver of the cab I hailed.

"Your fare is ten dollars."

"Just go." I hung my face low to hide the fact that I had been crying.

Luckily, I was the only passenger in the cab and had the liberty of crying as much as I wanted, without receiving weird looks from anyone.

The cab arrived, and after paying my fare, I walked into the bar.

I planned to get myself so drunk until I forgot every single detail of what happened tonight or passed out completely.

Ignoring the lustful eyes of men that ogled over my body as I walked into the bar, I located an unoccupied solitary seat in a corner and walked towards it.

"Miss. What can I offer you?" the bartender approached me.

"Mix me up the strongest alcohol you guys have in here."

The bartender nodded in understanding, as though he understood my pitiful plight, and excused himself.

I looked around, still feeling the fresh, painful ache in my heart.

Most men were pricks; I should have known. Tyson included.

Good thing I had found out the truth before giving him my virginity, or else I would have lost both ways.

The bartender arrived and placed a glass before me, smiling professionally as he spoke.

"Here is a mixture of the strongest drinks available. Hope you enjoy your drink."

TARA'S POV.

I nodded and, without thinking, took a full swig of the drink, emptying its contents in one go.

I was delighted by the way the liquor burned my chest and made my stomach churn as it made its way down.

Anything to distract me from the heartache I was feeling...

My glass was soon refilled.

By the fourth glass, my eyes were already becoming hazy, but that didn't stop me from ordering for it to be refilled more.

"Heartbroken?" I heard a deep, masculine voice behind me.

For a second, I thought that voice sounded a bit familiar.

Without asking for my permission, he dragged a seat along and sat opposite me.

I glanced up slowly at the face of the intruder, and a frown etched on my face.

"Asher?" I called in surprise.

What was he doing here?

Asher Fenrir was a transfer student who attended the same high school as me and was also the football team leader.

Asher was one of the hottest males in the school, garnering the attention of males and females alike. Even while I was with Tyson, I had found myself ogling over him a few times.

He simply looked unreal.

I was aware of the hatred Tyson had towards him because he had managed to steal all the spotlight and attention from him ever since his arrival.

However, there was one thing he was known for: he was a notorious playboy.

He had every female at his beck and call and used them however he liked. In fact, they were so numerous that he never had sex with any girl more than once.

A slight smirk played at the edge of his lips after I had recognized him.

Perhaps it was as a result of the alcohol, but my face and body heated up under his intense gaze.

"W-why did you leave the party too? Got bored?" I tried awkwardly to start up a conversation.

"Hm." He nodded simply.

For a moment, I was distracted and watched lustfully as his long, sleazy fingers lifted the glass of alcohol in his hands, and the way his Adam's apple bobbled up and down as the drink went down his throat.

I now knew why he was able to make everyone melt around him.

Why would a simple thing such as drinking from a glass look so sexy on him...

"You still haven't answered my question. Did you and Tyson break up already?" Asher asked, snapping me out of my delusional thinking.

"How did you know Tyson and I were together?" My eyes widened in slight surprise.

"The question is, who isn't aware?" He chuckled in a low voice, causing my body to shiver slightly.

"He cheated on me, so yeah, I broke up with him," I responded bitterly.

I added without thinking, "I guess all you men are the same."

"Hm, Tara. How do you know? You have only been with one man."

"I guess," I shrugged in surrender.

But there was something about the way my name sounded on his lips that caused knots to form in my belly.

"You look really beautiful tonight," he complimented out of the blue, causing a blush to creep up on my cheeks.

After almost ten glasses of alcohol, I felt like my senses had heightened, and I felt very uncomfortable. My body trembled, and my eyes were struggling to stay open.

I rubbed my sweaty palms together nervously, my lips trembling slightly.

Asher seemed to have noticed my strange behavior as he asked, his eyes fixated on me firmly, "Are you okay there? You look a little unwell."

"Uh... nothing. It's just that I- I feel a little hot."

Asher leaned into me slightly, a line of concern appearing on his forehead.

He gazed at me intensely and spoke, "Then how about you pull down the zipper of your dress a bit? I can give you my shirt to cover up."

The nearly close proximity between us only increased the heat I felt in me, and I bit the bottom of my lip nervously.

Asher's eyes seemed to catch the little action from my lips, and I could see his eyes darken a bit and a strange expression flicker through them.

He shifted his attention back to my face and was about to say something, but I spoke first.

"I mean I feel hot... down here," my voice came out as a breathy whisper.

His eyes locked on mine for a brief second, most likely wondering if I was joking with him or not, and there was silence for a while.

"Tara, are you aware of what you are doing?" His next question came out as a deep growl.

"Completely." I bit my bottom lip intentionally this time, leaning forward slightly to give him a view of my cleavage.

"Fuck." I heard him curse beneath his breath.

His green eyes had completely darkened as he stared at me, and I heard him mutter something.

"Fine. I hope you won't regret this later."

Without warning, he leaned in closer and captured his lips with mine, kissing them hungrily while lifting me up from the seat, my legs snaked around his waist.

"Where are you taking me to?" I asked as I noticed him walking towards his car.

"To my car, baby," he mumbled against the back of my ear.

Opening the back door of his Mercedes Maybach, he placed me on the seat and leaned over me, using his right hand to support his weight so he wouldn't crush me.

He buried his face against the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply.

"You smell so good," he mumbled.

Those words and his breathing against my neck only seemed to intoxicate me more.

Sensing my impatience, he chuckled lowly and began to slowly unbutton my shirt, his eyes taking in every bit of my body. His eyes briefly fell on my exposed neck, and he gritted his teeth, a strange red color taking over his green orbs.

He crushed his lips against mine and squeezed my ass lightly, sending further pleasure through me.

"P-please," I mumbled against his lips, "Can you just skip the foreplay part?"

I wanted him inside of me as soon as possible. I was going uncontrollably, restless...

"If that's what you want, Princess."

I leaned up a bit to give him access to easily pull off my dress.

My body trembled as his fingertips brushed against my thighs as he attempted to pull down my panties. He brought his face close to my inner thigh and inhaled, mumbling the same words again: "You smell so good."

Suddenly, he rose up and pulled away his trousers, placing his now hard, erect member at my wet entrance.

My eyes widened at his huge size, and I swallowed.

He suddenly realized something, and he held my eyes, his expression serious.

"Is this your first time?"

I nodded shyly and bit my lip.

An unknown expression flashed through his face but disappeared immediately.

"Was he going to lose interest now?" I thought disappointedly.

He flashed me a gentle smile and whispered, "Don't worry, Princess. I'm going to be gentle with you."

As he brought his member close to my entrance, he suddenly stopped.

I sighed in frustration. What the hell was going on now?

"I have to make sure you are fully conscious of what we are about to do," he whispered, his gaze piercing into mine.

Slowly grazing my skin with the tip of his fingers, he spoke.

"Who are you with?"

"Asher," I responded, my voice coming out as a breathy whisper.

"Full name?" His voice came out like a demanding order.

"Asher Fenrir."

And with that, he slid into me.

"Ash-er." I moaned loudly as raw pleasure consumed my whole being.

He groaned his response and mumbled, "Mate..."

Whatever that meant, I didn't know, but it sure made me feel good.

TARA.

I opened my eyes the next day with a throbbing headache that threatened to split my head in two.

Slowly rising from my bed, the moisture I felt between my thighs reminded me of what had transpired the previous night.

Images of what happened flashed through my mind.

The pleasure he had given me, the way his lips tasted against mine, and most of all, how gentle he had been with me.

I had expected him to be rough, in fact, beastly, but I was proven wrong.

"OMG," I muttered aloud.

What the hell had come over me though?

Had I willingly given my own body to the notorious playboy football captain?

Well, fuck it. If my now ex-boyfriend had been sharing his body with other females, this didn't count, right?

But still... I don't think I could go back to that school. I couldn't face him.

I stumbled towards the bathroom and stopped in front of the large mirror.

My eyes suddenly caught sight of a bright red mark.

No, it didn't look like a hickey, but more like an injury, and strangely, it didn't hurt a bit.

Where had this come from?

I slowly traced it with my index finger and felt a strange sensation coming from it.

Lost in thought, I heard the angry voice of my mom:

"Tara, won't you wake up and get ready for school, or are you planning to lie in bed all day like a dead log of wood?"

"Good morning, Mom. I'm awake already!" I yelled back.

There was no need to tell her I had been awake for a long time since she wouldn't believe me anyway because she couldn't see me.

I was the only child of my parents, and we lived together in a simple apartment downtown.

After getting fully dressed for school, I dashed towards the living room to grab a bite of breakfast and hurry to school.

"Good morning, Dad," I greeted with a big smile on my face and took the seat opposite him.

"Good morning, darling," my father responded fondly.

Being the only child of my parents, one would expect me to be spoiled rotten, but that wasn't the case.

My mother was super strict, while my dad, on the other hand, was the softer parent.

"Is Cassandra not coming over to pick you up today? It's already past the time she usually shows up," my dad noticed.

"Uhm," I shrugged, trying to look nonchalant so they wouldn't suspect anything was amiss. "Maybe something came up."

My mother suddenly leaned closer to me and pulled down the collar of my shirt.

"What is this mark on your neck, Tara?"

My face lost color as I struggled to find the right words to say.

"Talk to me," she demanded, her voice suddenly rising.

My dad came closer to take a look at the mark, and I saw his face turn pale too.

Damn... I was in big, big trouble.

Why hadn't my stupid self thought of putting on a high-collar blouse to cover it up?

Would they suspect that their precious daughter had slept with a boy the previous night?

"I... I have no idea," I stuttered.

They both shared a grave look before my mom turned to face me.

"Finish your meal. I am going with you to your school this morning!"

My heart stopped.

"Why? Any problem?"

"Just do as I say," my mother responded in a strict tone that silenced anything else I had to say.

The next few minutes were filled with tension-filled silence.

I could barely eat anymore and just stared blankly at my meal.

An hour later, after my parents had a heated discussion in their room, and I couldn't pick out what was being said, my mother and I left for school.

"Wait for me here," my mother ordered as we arrived in front of the principal's office.

Shit. I was so done for today.

The principal was a strict, no-nonsense woman who was notorious for meting out ruthless punishment, which we weren't sure was out of discipline or just pure hatred.

My mother emerged from the office and, without looking at my face, spoke.

"Let's go."

My brows creased in confusion.

I had expected her to come out of the office with the principal, but instead, she had come out alone and was asking me to follow her.

"Shouldn't I be headed to class instead?" I asked cautiously.

She took a deep breath and shook her head before responding.

"You are no longer a student of this school. I'll give you the full details at home. Let's go."

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and nodded.

I sure wasn't ready for the sight that awaited me when we got home.

All our luggage and belongings had been placed to one side of the living room.

Everything was cleared away, including the sofas.

"Dad, Mom. What is going on?" I demanded when I could no longer take it anymore.

There had to be something else behind all this.

"We are moving out," my mother announced in a grave tone.

I searched their faces to see any trace of a joke, but there wasn't.

I was about to say something, but my mom spoke first, her tone gentle for the first time, which surprised me.

"Honey, your dad and I are aware that you are not young anymore and old enough to make decisions for yourself, including concerning a relationship."

"The mark on your neck..." she hesitated.

"We are not going to ask you for details of how and what transpired, but we are running away from whoever gave you that mark."

Oops, they knew.

But I still had many questions to ask. Did they know something I didn't know about the mark? Why were they running away from him exactly?

"But, Mom-"

"Now, no more questions! We have to start moving, or else he'll find us, and that would be another tale entirely."

I could see from the corner of my eye that my father was fighting to hold back his tears.

I nodded obediently and looked around the room for the last time.

This was the place I had lived my whole life.

"Where are we moving to?"

"Santario."

What?! Santario was over a thousand miles from here, and this definitely meant my parents were abandoning everything, including their jobs.

There had to be more behind all this, and I was going to try to find the answers.