Chapter 5: Did You Disfigure Yourself?

Henry’s POV

William’s lectures were very boring during philosophy class, and I had just woken up, dozing off at my desk when I overheard the girl in front of me speaking.

“I heard Annalise from Class F is confronting Hayley. Poor thing, she’s probably going to get thrashed.”

I raised my head slightly; the rumor was one I had started. My intention was simply to make Hayley’s school life a bit difficult, not to put her in any real danger.

Despite my distaste for Hayley, she was still a guest invited by my grandfather, and technically a member of the Midnight Pack due to the alliance with the Shadow Pack. Annalise was a Beta, and Hayley was supposedly just an Omega. So, she would be no match for Annalise!

Compelled by a sudden concern, I left the classroom and headed to the restroom. What I found was chaos: Annalise’s three friends were sprawled on the floor, and Annalise herself was pinned against the sink, disheveled.

“I really dislike being threatened, so don’t try it again, understand?” Hayley was saying as she admonished them.

“We’re sorry! Sorry!”

Watching Hayley assert control, then nonchalantly dust off her hands as she prepared to leave, left me stunned.

“You….”

For a moment, I was disoriented. Who was the Omega, and who was the Beta here? It dawned on me that Hayley might not be as easy to bully as I thought, and perhaps she was not just an Omega.

Then, I followed her out of the restroom.

“Why are you even in the women’s restroom?” Hayley asked, eyeing me curiously.

“Mind your own business. I like it here,” I retorted, masking my concern with indifference.

With that, I hurried back to class.

Hayley’s Perspective

I had just settled into Francette class when my phone buzzed.

“Alpha, help me!”

I frowned. A plea for help was never a trivial matter.

“It’s about Henry Southwell of the Midnight Pack. We’ve got a race challenge at Night Wind Racetrack tonight. Can you come?”

“I’m not interested.”

I rested my head on the desk, indifferent to the drama.

“Come on, Alpha, Henry’s been a pain, right? Hasn’t he been causing trouble for you? Help me out this one time, and I’ll make it worthwhile—750 thousand.”

Henry was indeed a nuisance, and the money was tempting. I sighed.

“Fine, I’ll be there. Pick me up at Hawthorne after school.”

I quickly messaged Irving to let him know I would not need a ride. At the school gates, I slid into my Beta, Thomas Somer’s, Lamborghini.

He looked at me, puzzled, then blurted out, “Who are you? You got into the wrong car.”

I flashed a grin, “Don’t recognize me?”

Thomas’ mouth fell open.

“Holy—Alpha, did you disfigure yourself?”

“If I’m going to go undercover, might as well go all out.”

I buckled up and urged him, “Let’s move. Find me somewhere to ditch this makeup and grab some food.”

“Roger that, Alpha.”

With that, Thomas revved the engine and we were off.