Chapter Twelve

Maria

Lunch had always been my least favorite part of the day.

There were too many people.

Too many whispers.

Too many eyes following me wherever I went.

I clutched my books tightly against my chest as I slipped out of the cafeteria through the side exit. It was quieter there. The path behind the old gym was longer, but almost no one used it.

That was exactly why I chose it.

Silence felt safer than crowds.

The warm afternoon breeze rustled the leaves overhead, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. For the first time all day, I let myself breathe.

Maybe the rest of the afternoon would be peaceful.

Maybe everyone had finally grown tired of talking about me.

I laughed softly at the thought.

Who was I kidding?

People didn't simply forget girls like me.

I lowered my gaze to the ground as I walked, replaying yesterday's events over and over.

Damien's voice.

Draven calling my name.

My family's warning.

"Stay away from the Alpha brothers."

I wasn't trying to get close to either of them.

I never had been.

So why did everything feel as though it was spiraling beyond my control?

A twig snapped behind me.

I froze.

It was probably another student.

I told myself not to be paranoid and kept walking.

A few seconds later...

Another set of footsteps.

Then another.

Slower.

Deliberate.

My grip on my books tightened.

I glanced over my shoulder.

Two senior students were walking the same path.

I recognized them from school.

I didn't know their names, but everyone knew who they were.

The kind of students teachers warned us to avoid.

When they noticed me looking, one of them smiled.

It wasn't a friendly smile.

I quickly looked away and picked up my pace.

"So that's Maria," one of them called casually.

I pretended not to hear.

"Hey."

No answer.

"We're talking to you."

My heartbeat quickened.

Please...

Just keep walking.

Maybe they would lose interest.

Maybe—

"Wait."

A hand landed on my shoulder.

I flinched so hard that my books slipped from my arms and scattered across the path.

"I-I'm sorry," I blurted automatically, kneeling to gather them.

The words escaped before I even thought.

Always apologizing.

Always trying to make things better.

One of the boys chuckled.

"You really do apologize for everything."

Heat rushed to my face.

I kept my eyes on the ground, silently picking up my notebooks.

One of them bent down and picked up my diary before I could reach it.

"No..."

The plea escaped my lips.

"Please... that's mine."

He turned it over in his hands, studying the worn cover.

"So this is the famous diary."

My blood ran cold.

I stood quickly, reaching for it.

"Please give it back."

He stepped away before I could reach it.

The second boy pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

Neither of them answered.

Instead, they exchanged a glance that made my stomach twist with unease.

Every instinct told me something was wrong.

Very wrong.

I took one slow step backward.

Then another.

"I... I have to get back to class."

I took a step forward and with a huge amount of speed and strength I didn't know I had I snatched my diary from their hands.

I turned and ran.

Behind me, I heard hurried footsteps and raised voices.

I didn't look back.

I just ran as fast as I could, praying someone—anyone—would hear me before it was too late.

My lungs burned.

Branches clawed at my sleeves as I sprinted down the narrow path behind the old gym. I didn't dare look over my shoulder. The pounding footsteps behind me were enough to tell me they hadn't given up.

"Stop!" one of them shouted.

I ran harder.

The strap of my schoolbag slipped from my shoulder. I grabbed it without slowing down, my diary pressed tightly against my chest.

Please...

Someone had to be nearby.

Someone had to hear me.

I rounded the corner of the abandoned greenhouse, my shoes skidding on loose gravel. My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

The campus suddenly felt enormous.

Empty.

Every shortcut I'd once thought was peaceful now seemed like a mistake.

I spotted the academy bell tower in the distance. If I could make it back to the main courtyard, there would be students everywhere.

Voices.

Teachers.

Safety.

A sharp whistle echoed from somewhere behind me.

Then another.

They were trying to cut me off.

Panic surged through me.

"No..." I whispered.

I veered away from the greenhouse and darted through a narrow garden path I had used only once before. Bushes scraped my hands as I squeezed through.

For one terrifying second, I thought I'd reached a dead end.

Then I saw a small iron gate standing half open.

Hope flared.

I pushed through it and stumbled into a busy walkway near the academy library.

Students filled the path, talking and laughing between classes.

The footsteps behind me stopped.

I turned just enough to see the two seniors standing at the far end of the path.

They didn't come any closer.

Instead, one of them slipped his phone into his pocket and muttered something to the other before both of them turned and walked away.

My knees weakened.

I leaned against a stone pillar, struggling to catch my breath.

No one around me seemed to realize anything had happened.

To them, I was just another student who had run across campus.

I looked down at my trembling hands.

My diary was still there.

I held it so tightly the edges of the cover had bent beneath my fingers.

I closed my eyes.

Something wasn't right.

This hadn't felt like a random encounter.

It had felt...

Planned.

And for the first time since arriving at the academy, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone wasn't just laughing at me anymore.

Someone was deliberately setting traps.

I thought I had escaped every walk down the hallway felt measured, I looked around to be sure no one was following me, scared of what might happen when I saw that there was no one after me.

I let my guard down and breathed a sigh of relief but apparently that was my biggest mistake a hand suddenly reached out to me and pulled me into an empty classroom, I was thrown to the floor.

the boys brushed into laughter "did you really think that somebody was going to save you, that we would just let you off the hook ...... no way you are our prey , why would we let you off.

My face turned pale, I was panicking internally.

I was so screwed.... It's over.

I stood up and tried to push my way out.... they looked at me like I was dirt and brutally pushed me back.

I ended up twisting my ankle.

It hurt like hell, I wasn't a full werewolf so it didn't heal instead.

My healing rate and that of an ordinary human was slightly on par.

Seeing my discomfort only made them bolder.

"Sorry love... you offended the wrong person, so damn the consequences like a good girl.

What the hell?....

I haven't offended anyone... except maybe Tiffany, but hasn't been in school lately.

I racked my brain trying to think of who I could have offended....

But no one came to mind, and it definitely couldn't be Andrew or Catherine.

Right?.

They wouldn't stoop that low, would they?.

While I was busy trying to think I didn't notice them take out their phones and start recording.

One of them snatched my bag and dumped all the contents of it unto the floor and I watched in horror.

"Please" I begged "let me go, I have nothing... please".

"At least don't video this please ".

They looked at me and smiling "Of course we wouldn't video this........ that's why we are live streaming it .... ohh my, and look half the school has already tuned in and are even giving us suggestions on what to do to you".

They showed me the screen, I almost screamed in horror.

Not only wedding enjoy my humiliation but they were giving even worse suggestions among them was one which said they should find my diary and read it to them page by page.

No this couldn't be real.

They looked at their phone screen and saw the request to read my diary.

She smiled and one of them reached for it, without thinking I lunged at them trying desperately to get it back but I was no match.

One of them held me down while the other held my diary to the live stream.

He smiled at the camera "Now, now.... calm down my fans I know you all want me to read her diary but that isn't nice or fair"

I looked at him a small flicker of hope and relief spread across my chest but was shattered the moment he opened his mouth again.

He looked at the camera "like I was saying that isn't fair to you my dear viewers.... so I will do you one better I'll show you on the screen, that way we can all read it together , isn't that better".

The live stream exploded with cheers and praises.

The guy holding me down chuckled.

He opened my diary and read page by page.

About my fears.

About my work .

About my experience .

About everything nasty things I had wished I could say to some ass holes.

About my desire to make at least one friend.

About my pathetic excuse of a life.

My face burned with shame, from time to time they would zoom in on my face.

I showed no emotion, just hung my head low.

I endured everything until you started reading about me and raven's love life hearing it from their lips it sounded almost pathetic like it wasn't even real in the continuing reading until they're ready past that made my heart nearly stop.

I had written in my diary that I wanted Draven to be the one to take my virginity, I had even illustrated and described how I wanted it to go.

I had even bought magazines so I can know what to wear to turn a guy on.

When they read it, everyone burst into laughter, even people on the live stream but then like something was wrong everyone stopped laughing, there was complete silence. The two guys stared at me in shock, confusion and disbelief.

I didn't blame them logically it wasn't possible the blood Moon first people to mate but on the blood Moon every female goes into heat and every male has their sexual desires amplified to an unbearable degree which forces them to have sex... however for the guys it's worse because they still have their rot at different periods of time it's differs per male wolf.

So me being a virgin should logically not be possible

The guy holding me back said "wait wait wait.....hold up so you're a virgin?, so there is still a virgin in this school?, dude we really hit the jackpot."

The other guy licks his lips and smiles "indeed we did".

the faced the live streaming audience once more the guy holding me said "guys we have a virgin over here..... what should we do?".

He asked with a very lustful gaze.

replies from the live streamer started pouring in they started answering them.

The first one said take off her bra I want to see what is actually there let's see the kind of bra virgins wear.

before I could say anything the guy holding me had already ripped up my school shirt at this point I was crying and begging them to stop but they didn't the guy holding me grabbed my breasts and showed it to the camera.

I saw myself from the live screen shots stripped open my full and ample breasts on display nearly spilling out of the bra I was a D-cup.

the audience erupted into loud cheers most of them behave like perverts the next one said take off our skirt.

I started kicking and screaming begging them to stop this was humiliating this was degrading.

But they just covered my mouth and remove my skirt I stood before the camera bare in nothing but my bra panties socks and shoes.

The guys licked their lips and smile to themselves.

At this point I couldn't hold it in I cried.

why why did this happen to me what did I done to deserve this.

I didn't even have time to lament long before I felt the hand brushes through my thighs I panicked and kicked but they caught my leg back it was nothing the guy who was originally reading my diary before was now touching me it felt disgusting, wrong and degrading then he uses the fingers and touched my moulds I helped and he smiled.

"Oohhh, sensitive are we he rubbed back and forth a few times will I moaned painful not out of pleasure but pure pain and humiliation.

Then they let go of me.

I fell to the floor, a sobbing mess.

I thought it was over.

That they were done assaulting me.

but I was wrong.

instead they went and got a bowl of white paint and a a small hose.

The guy was originally holding me walked towards me in front of the live screen he's erection in his pants were very evidence as there was a huge bulge in his trousers.

He came to the side of my face and smiled "say ahhhh"

I panicked.

No, he wasn't going to force me to suck his dick right.

I refused to open my mouth and the sharp slap stung my face, he repeated it quietly in my ear telling that I either open my mouth or they would strip me completely bare and fuck me in the middle of the live stream.

I froze and opened my mouth but what I was thinking didn't happen instead sprays of white paint were splattered across my body.

the other guy came to the other side of my face and they both stood and took a picture. it look like I had just giving to blow job and they had cummed all over me even though they were still completely closed.

I looked like a slut.