5. Not going to end well

Kiara’s POV

After lunch, I ran very fast to the locker room to get ready for PE, trying to avoid as many people as I could. 

I think I should have skipped one lesson, to get out of  my awkward situation and give my broken heart a break, but I really need the credit to graduate. Furthermore,  combat training became a crucial aspect of our education, preparing us for the inevitable wars that lay ahead. was customary for all the students to get training in combat twice a week. Being werewolves made us immensely strong, and we needed to know how to use our strength to our advantage. 

“Hi!” As I entered, my gaze landed on Anna standing by the locker. 

“Babe, you still look pale,” Anna greeted me with a comforting hug. 

In an attempt to lighten my mood, she exclaimed, “Let me tell you something fun! Do you happen to know if the new guy has arrived?”

“Ugh, no, who?”

“He’s our new combat trainer, Principal Benton had spoken highly of him! He’s supposed to join us this week,” Ans said. “But that's not the juicy part – rumour has it, I've heard girls say he's an alpha from another pack and he's smoking hot!”

“He better be,”  I chuckled, attempting to play along with the banter. 

As I retrieved my protective gear from the locker, my heart sank like a stone.

 The word "Slut" was written on it, in lipstick as red as blood.

Like it will never end.

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“Hello, students,” Our substitute teacher walked. “Let’s begin, shall we? Is everyone ready?”

As I lifted my head, I caught the teacher casting a sarcastic glance my way.

“Lady, where is your protective gear? Can't wait to show off your beauty and figure to the world that you are not willing to put on protective gear for even a second?” he quipped, as if he had just cracked the cleverest joke ever.  

Everyone laughed. Except Asher.

“I’m sorry, sir. Someone stole my protective gear,” I apologised.

“There's always someone good at making excuses,” he dismissed my apology, addressing the class. “Anyway, let’s get started. I'll introduce some new moves today, but I need a volunteer. Who's up for it?”

Asher raised his hand.

“You've volunteered too many times. How about Miss Kiara this time?” he suggested, prompting applause and cheers from my classmates. Leslie even whistled sharply in the crowd.

Gulping, I stepped forward. As I came to stand beside him, he looked back at the crowd, “Now, who’d like to go against her? Our Miss. doing well without protection.”

I don't even need to guess, Leslie confidently stepped forward, a smirk playing on her lips.  I could see Asher's eyes widened from the corner of my eyes. 

It was clear that I stood no chance against Leslie. I was too weak to withstand her, and to make matters worse, I didn't have my wolf yet or protective gear with me. The most daunting part was the potential consequence: if I initiated the attack, my step dad- Beta Benson, might beat me to death.

And my mate let this happen.

“Right,” the teacher said. “Everyone pick your partner and get to training.”

At his command, the students dispersed, but a few of us stayed behind to witness the showdown between Leslie and me. 

 With her sweetest smile, Leslie leaned in, speaking in a cooing voice:

“You better be ready, coz I’m gonna kick your ass, and nobody will come to your rescue. ”

I attempted to locate my mate within the crowd. I knew he wasn't planning to accept me, but wolves typically wouldn't allow their mates to be harmed. In less than a second, I spotted Asher. It seemed like he had been watching me all along, but his gaze briefly flickered, and then he resolutely turned his head away.

I was in deep trouble.