Chapter 079
HANNAH
I didn't see them—not the students standing around talking about how their weekend went, not the teachers hurrying to the staff room to prepare for the day's classes.
Only Willa's arm in mine kept reminding me that I was in school, walking to my class. Someone bumped into me, the contact bringing me back to the present.
I looked around at the students, wondering what they would do if they knew what I was. Would they lynch me? Try to kill me? They already despised me for just being myself. Would they consider me a monster or someone special like other white wolves?
I sighed and shook the thought out of my head. I didn’t need anyone’s approval. I supposed I was paranoid, but I couldn't help it.
Alpha Wallace's warning kept ringing in my ears. I pulled on a lock of my hair and looked at it. It was still black, just as Willa had dyed it yesterday. I was scared it would turn white all of a sudden and expose me.
"Why is this happening," I groaned.
"Did you say something?" Willa asked, giving me a questioning look.
There was a hint of worry in her eyes. I forced a smile for her benefit. I knew she would go running to my mates if I showed any sign of discomfort.
"No," I said, deciding that there was no point in making her anxious too.
We had crossed the hallway. My hands wanted to touch my hair again, so I held on tightly to my shirt to resist the urge.
"What are they all looking at?"
Willa's voice snapped me out of my thoughts again.
"Um- What do you mean?"
"There."
Willa pointed down the corridor at the school's notice board, but it couldn't be seen now. Lots of students were clustered around it, and more were hurrying over.
"Looks like it's something very important," Willa remarked.
I hung back a little and looked longingly at the intersecting corridor, the one that would lead to the class Willa, and I had in about five minutes.
I didn't exactly want to be around a lot of people now. I just wanted to go to the back of the class and bury myself in a book because what if someone stepped on my toes, pushed me, got me angry, and I wolfed out right here in school?
I felt a tug on my arm.
"Come on. Come on," Willa urged. "Let's go and see what it's about.”
I let her half lead, half drag me to the notice board.
"Incoming!" she called out cheerfully, pushing and elbowing her way through the small crowd of chattering girls, smiling as she did it.
Somehow, even though she was smaller than most of the other girls, Willa got us to the front. She took a look at the large sheet of paper pinned to the board and gasped.
"I knew it!" she cried. "Look, Hannah, It's information about the pageant."
The pageant!
That brought me out of my semi-daze immediately. All that had happened had not changed my desire to win the pageant.
I skimmed over the top half of the notice and went right to the middle part.
'To qualify for the pageant, interested students must participate in a 'mini' competition.
The said competition will be in three stages, namely a talent contest, a skill contest and a quiz.
This competition starts in three days...
"Three days!" Willa exclaimed when we had pushed our way out of the crowd. "Oh my gosh! It's so close now. You are still going to compete, right? Even after what happened..." She looked around, but the closest students were hurrying off to class.
"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "I haven't changed my mind about that."
Willa beamed. She bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. "Good. Then you need to start preparing immediately."
I nodded.
I couldn't agree more.
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I stopped pacing my room. Again.
I threw myself into a chair. Again.
Classes were still in session. Willa was probably writing my Math note and hers right now.
When Mr Varner asked me a really simple question in my literature class, and I wasn't able to figure out the question, let alone give him an answer, I decided to skip school for the day.
There was no point lying to myself. From the moment I woke up today, something was up with me.
I knew what was wrong with me. I knew it when, for hours on end, the only images in my head were pictures of Chase, Jace, and Cade.
'Mates,' I felt my wolf hiss.
I was startled a little at her voice in my head. It was loud, demanding and controlling. She wanted something, a desire that we both shared at that moment.
Almost immediately, I felt warmth flood the spot between my legs. I pressed them together, gasping at the bittersweet ache I felt down there.
From the moment I had shifted, my attraction to the triplets had increased.
I wanted them. Badly.
My wolf wanted- no- needed them to claim and mark me. The thought alone made me shiver with pleasure.
I held the silk robe close to my body and kept my eyes fixed on the door. The first thing I had done when I got home was to text each of them.
I felt my cheeks burn when I glanced at the blinking cursor on the screen of my phone.
'I need you, I had written to each of them. I'll be in my bedroom... waiting.
Then, there were a lot of sexually suggestive emojis.
Had I overdone it? Maybe I had. I was new to flirting and boys. I imagined the looks on their faces when they read my text and wondered if they would come soon. They would have anticipated my need for them, knowing it came right after shifting.
But I still wondered if they would come, if they shared the same intense desire. I had barely asked myself the question when the door was pushed open.
I sprang to my feet. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it would jump right out of my chest.
First, Jace, then Cade, and finally, Chase came in. He shut the door behind him, and I heard the key turn in the lock.
The sound sent a thrill of excitement and nerves through me.
Three of them stood there, watching me, waiting for me to make a move, to say or do something. I was so nervous I could only stare. The silence lingered, and became almost unbearable.
"Hannah," Jace sighed my name.
He took a few steps forward, then stopped. They all wanted to know if I was sure. I opened my mouth but couldn't find the right words, so I let my body do the talking.
I pulled aside the robe, shrugged it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
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