Approaching the Arrogant Alpha novel Chapter 4

I can't overhear what else Corey says to Baden, but it's enough for the Alpha to literally start jogging while laughing loudly, "If she can't keep up, she better learn to keep up! Hurry up, Omega!"

I gasp as Alpha Baden starts to run, as we head down a paved bridge, to the cobbled paths towards the south side of campus. This area was hilly, and very steep in places. I pant as I watch Baden effortlessly run far ahead.

"You have to keep up, Maia," another Guardian slows down to keep pace with me, "You can't fall behind or he'll have even less respect for you. Keep up. Come on, that's good - faster!" as the Guardian encourages me to sprint - in jeans and a freaking jacket - I try my best to catch up.

I manage to keep Baden in my sights, even as he jogs at a pace faster than my normal run.

"Good girl, good girl, keep it up, good girl -" the Guardian is trying to be supportive but I can't help but shove into him with my elbow, my cheeks already red with the rush of blood.

"Not helping," I hiss in a breath before I sprint faster. I watch Baden almost disappear through the crowd of freshmen wolves up ahead. The new kids crowd around the library entrance - the building was huge and formidable bluestone, four stories high, looming over a round courtyard.

I spot Baden's signature hair, bobbing through a side entrance, instead of the main doors.

I'm confused about his direction, but as I push some new kids aside in my hurried steps, I eventually barge through the same door Baden just disappeared through.

The moment I'm through the door, my face is beetroot red and I'm panting considerably. I feel like throwing up as I watch fifty heads, all students - currently in a lecture held in the centre of the humongous library - turn to stare at my dramatic entry.

With my hands on my knees, I watch Alpha Baden casually ignore me as he walks down the aisle between make shift seats. He finds some friends, scurries around some girls who shuffle back to give him space... and he sits.

Not once does he look back at me.

It's like I don't exist.

But, now I'm standing like a fool, while the teacher at the front of the student's chairs; Walker - shuffles his papers while peering at me over his spectacles.

"Just on time," Walker speaks over the snickering and whispering students, "We have a new student, it seems... Maia... were you advised to join the senior classes?"

"A-ah," I look to the six Guardians who line the back of the wall, and they all nod at me, "Yes, y-yes," I stutter as I turn to see Walker shrug and slowly lower his papers.

"Interesting, with your string of B grades in Territory... interesting... take a seat, Ms. Royale, welcome to Territory Advanced - anywhere you wish," Walker seems to be oblivious he just insulted me to the fifty other wolves.

He watches me now, knees spread, arms crossed, eyes half hooded.

As I wait, he eventually accepts I will not move by the slight purse of his lips. He is slightly impressed by my strategy to boldly confront him in front of his peers.

"Take a seat... little cousin," Baden gives me a false blood relation to him as he reaches out a hand and literally shoves one of his friends off the seat next to him.

As the lanky young man stumbles to his feet, grabbing his books to him tightly, Baden also kicks the bag aside that's in my way. He pats the plastic seat with a firm hand, then he let's my gaze go like it's no big deal.

I turn around and sit next to Baden, gritting my teeth as the lanky young man sulks off to find another seat. I was barely holding back a growl from my throat.

Baden was so conniving.

I decide not to debate the 'cousin' comment, I'd wait until after the lecture is over.

"Alright, boys... girls... wolves of this realm..." Walker finally starts his opening speech, "Today, in Territory Advanced, I'm going to teach you how to use knowledge to better pursue your place in the Pack. I will be referring to Fang Bearers," they were territorial guards, "Guardians," they were the protecters of Alphas, "Matriarchs," they were female organisers - the biggest gossips, "Alpha's and Betas," mate-pairings, "and of course... Aides," they were the followers, who had no specific job, but they had to follow orders and they often were happy to do so. Omegas weren't mentioned, they were usually useless or simple rogues, werewolves who didn't want a Pack... usually because they couldn't fit into one.