Chapter 84: The Alpha of Midnight Pack

Hayley’s POV:

Lillian tugged at my sleeve, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hayley, isn’t that the handsome guy who picked you up at noon? Come on, tell us—he’s your mate, right?”

Trista leaned in with curiosity. “Seriously, Hayley, how did you manage to snag such a good-looking mate?”

Benjamin had cleverly hidden his identity as an alpha, leading them to believe he was the boyfriend of an ‘Omega’ like me. I was speechless and quickly corrected them. “What mate? He’s not my mate; don’t get it wrong!”

As soon as I said that, both of their eyes lit up, their excitement bubbling over. Trista declared, “Then he’s mine!” Lillian chimed in, “No way, he’s mine!”

I stared at them, taken aback, and asked seriously, “For real?”

They both nodded eagerly. I couldn’t help but smile, glancing over at Benjamin and saying, “Benjamin, they want to date you.”

His expression darkened. Without sparing them a glance, he maintained a cool demeanor, radiating an imposing aura.

Upon hearing his name, Trista and Lillian exchanged wide-eyed looks of shock. “He’s the alpha of Midnight Pack???”

I nodded with a smile. Their expressions changed dramatically, as they immediately bowed respectfully to Benjamin.

Trista hurriedly explained, “I’m so sorry, Alpha! Please don’t misunderstand; I would never have such thoughts about you!”

Lillian added, her voice trembling, “Yes, Alpha, I would never think of you like that either.”

Benjamin walked over with an impassive face, handing me the takeout box he was carrying. I took it quickly, saying, “Thank you!”

Just as I finished my thanks, Benjamin turned and walked away.

Trista and Lillian leaned closer, their voices hushed. “Is Alpha Benjamin really that cold?”

“It feels like I’ve fallen into an ice cellar; he has such an overwhelming presence.”

I glanced at the takeout box. Oddly, despite Benjamin not saying a word, I sensed he was mad.

“Hey! Hayley! How could you push our destined mate onto someone else?” Hera protested within me, clearly unhappy.

Could Benjamin be upset because of that?

I shook my head vigorously. No way!

“What do we have here?” Lillian’s curious question snapped me back to reality. I opened the takeout box and found all my favorite dishes inside. I looked back at them and invited, “Let’s go back to the dorm and eat together!”

We strolled towards the dorm, chatting and laughing along the way.

Once we returned, I opened the takeout box again to reveal an array of exquisite dishes that instantly made my mouth water. We grabbed chairs and settled in to feast.

“This is delicious!” Trista exclaimed after taking a bite. Lillian quickly followed suit. “This is amazing! I want to know where you got this from. I need to go to that place next time!”

I smiled, “Next time, I’ll take you both along.”

Trista and Lillian nodded in agreement. While eating, Lillian glanced at Trista’s wrist. “Trista, that watch is new, isn’t it? It’s so pretty!”

Trista explained, “My dad gave it to me for my birthday; it’s a limited edition from Cartier. I’ve been reluctant to wear it all this time, but finally decided to wear it lately.”

“It’s beautiful! Next time, I’ll get my dad to buy me one too,” Lillian said, then turned to me. “Hayley, do you have any watch style that you like? I could get you one someday!”

I shook my head and said, “I’m not really into watches. They just seem like decoration and without much practical use to me.”

Lillian disagreed, “Watches are like our wolves now; they symbolize social status. The kind of watch you wear shows what rank of werewolf you are. It’s a pretty accurate way to judge someone.”

Trista agreed, adding, “Most high-ranking betas, like my dad and his business partners, own watches that symbolize their status—like Patek Philippe or Rolex.”

I nodded dismissively and said, “Maybe I should learn more about that in the future.” But inside, I was thinking that since I became the Alpha of Shadow Pack, I hadn’t cared much about accessories. I’ve always relied on my strength to command respect.

We chatted and ate our meal, enjoying each other’s company.

After dinner, we practiced some problems together before getting ready for bed.

The next morning, I woke up early and headed to class. When I arrived, the other students hadn’t shown up yet, leaving only Jeremy sitting alone, head bent as he scribbled something.

As I approached, I noticed the floor littered with crumpled paper balls. I bent down to pick them up and found they were notes with problem-solving steps.

Glancing at Jeremy’s test paper, I couldn’t help but bluntly point out, “Your approach to this problem is wrong from the start.”

Startled, Jeremy looked up, our eyes locking.