~Hazel~
I stared out the car window, watching as the world whizzed by in a blur. My stomach twisted with nerves as I tried to come to terms with what was happening to me. My own parents had betrayed me, handing me over to the Alpha, who owned the Silvermoon Academy. And not just any Alpha, but a ruthless and powerful one named Logan, who ruled the Silvermoon Pack.
I didn't know what my fate would be at the academy. I had heard stories about omegas like me being used for breeding or sold off to other packs. The uncertainty of it all made me feel sick to my stomach.
As we pulled up to the gates of the academy, I took a deep breath and tried to steel myself for what was to come. The gates opened, and we drove through a long, winding path that led to the main building. It was an impressive structure, with tall columns and a grand entrance. I could see other students milling about, all of them looking at me curiously as we drove by.
The car finally came to a stop, and as I stepped out of the car, my eyes immediately locked onto the towering figure of Alpha Logan, flanked by his son, which I assumed was Asher, the first of his three Alpha triplets. The aura of power that radiated from the two of them was suffocating. I felt as though the very air around me had thickened.
Alpha Logan was a man to be feared. His reputation preceded him, and rumours about his ruthlessness had spread throughout the werewolf kingdom. It was said that he showed no mercy to those who crossed him and that he ran his academy with an iron fist.
Asher was just as imposing as his father. He was tall, with broad shoulders and piercing grey eyes that seemed to see straight through me. He was the epitome of cold, calculating power.
"Welcome to the academy," Logan said, his voice dripping with disdain. "I trust you know why you're here."
I nodded, feeling a knot form in my stomach. I had been sold to Logan, and now I was his property.
“Good because you'll be serving my triplets as their omega," he restated.
Asher stepped forward, his eyes still fixed on me. "I will be your guide," he said, his voice gruff. "Follow me."
As we walked through the academy, I couldn't help but feel like a prisoner. Everywhere we went, there were guards watching us, making sure we didn't step out of line. I saw other students watching me curiously, some with sympathy in their eyes, others with disgust.
I couldn’t help but stare at the back of Asher; his muscles bulged under his shirt, and it caused a flutter in my stomach. Despite the fear that he instilled in me, I couldn't deny that I might be attracted to him.
“That’s the door to the room that you will be staying in; make sure to keep your space clean, or else you will be punished.” He said this before leaving me to speak with his father.
His words only sent a shiver down my spine, which made me wonder if he was always like this or if he loosened up sometimes.
As I entered the room, I was taken aback by its size. It was spacious and dominated by the presence of three large beds, each with their own towering headboard. The walls were painted a deep shade of blue, giving the room a cosy yet masculine vibe. To my right, there was a large window that let in the soft glow of the moonlight, casting a calming ambiance over the room.
As I walked in, I noticed that my space was the smallest of them all. A queen-sized bed was pushed up against the far wall, barely leaving any space to walk around it. On the other hand, the boys' beds were huge, with dark blue bedspreads that contrasted sharply with the white pillows. The room wasn't too messy, but it was clear that it belonged to a group of guys. Clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor, and there were empty water bottles and snack wrappers littered on the nightstands. It was a room that was well-lived in, but not completely unkempt.
Just then, the second triplet stepped out of the bathroom, and I couldn't help but take him in. His towel was wrapped low around his waist, revealing his chiselled abs and water droplets trailing down his toned chest. He was tall and broad, towering over me at least six feet, with dark, tousled hair and piercing green eyes. He was the epitome of a bad boy, and I couldn't deny that I was also attracted to him.
I must admit that Alpha Logan really passed his good genes to his sons. It made me imagine what the last triplet would look like.
I felt his eyes on me, scanning me from head to toe. His gaze felt almost physical, like he was undressing me with his eyes. I felt a blush creeping up on my face, and I quickly averted my gaze.
“Did you get lost on your way here?" His voice was low and flirtatious.
“N-no, I’m your new roommate," I stated. His brows raised in realisation, and he nodded his head. "You must be Hazel."
“Yes, I am," I confirmed.
His smirk widened, and he stepped closer to me, his eyes roving over my body. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "This just got interesting."
“My name’s Tyler.” He stretched his huge hand for a shake, which I took with reluctance.
“Nice to meet you.” I responded in a low tone.
I didn’t like the tension that was building up, so I decided to divert his attention. “I was just looking for my bed.”
"Well, you found it," he said, gesturing to the queen-size bed in the corner of the room. "It's not the biggest bed, but it'll do for an omega like you."
I frowned at the mention of my status, but I didn't let it show on my face. I knew that being an omega meant I was at the bottom of the werewolf hierarchy, but I didn't want to let it define me.
"I'm used to small spaces," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He chuckled, running his hands through his hair, and I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.
"Well, I hope you don't mind sharing a room with us alphas," he said, taking a step closer to me. "It could get a little wild in here."
I swallowed hard, feeling my heart race at his proximity. I couldn't deny that I was a little intimidated by him and his alpha status, but there was something about him that drew me in. Maybe it was the danger or the thrill of the unknown, but I knew that I was in trouble.
