Eugene, the most desired professor walking around the corridors like the Greek God he is, finds himself indulged into the works of his students as he prepares himself for the next upcoming class of 1-B.

He was in the trance of the writing of John Milton when a stupid girl bumps into him in a hurry, knocking over his items from his hand as the corridor fills with gasps of the people around.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry sir!" She cries in the state of shock and instantly bends down to pick up the objects as the male is lost in the sweet scent of the under-aged girl.

She was an omega for sure, because alphas will have the ego certainly built in them to not apologize for their mistakes.

As he stands there above her, she sweetly sighs and asks for forgiveness again but runs away before he even says anything at all.

"Strange." He mumbles under his breath and looks around to find most of the girls and a few boys staring at him, giving him a subtle smile and hinting him with things.

But of course. He had a moral rule written inside him wordlessly.

He shall not give into his needs until he has found his mate.

He was twenty-six already and there will be a huge gap until he's found his mate because everyone will know that at midnight of the night when the person turns eighteen.

"Good morning, class." He makes his presence known as all werewolves, vampires, nymphs and humans of the class stand up and greet the male.

"Unfortunately, your test scores have arrived." He announces as he takes out the papers from his laptop bag and the class falls into a state of denial of ever taking that test.

"But fortunately, most of you have scored well. Comparatively better than the other sections." He encourages them as they cheer amongst themselves. Not a single smile makes an appearance on his face as he assigns the class representatives to distribute the papers to the class.

In the meanwhile, the corridor incharge slides the class door open and peeks inside to find the male reading a few lines from the book when she knocks on it carefully.

"Hello Mr.Anderson. But your class has a new transferee student from Chicago. Kiera, come inside honey." She sweetly says as she moves to the side to show the class the same girl who bumped into him in the corridor.

When she too realizes the situation, she widens her eyes and apologizes again and again, simply annoying Eugene as he sighs and gestures her to come forward.

"Come here. Introduce yourself to the class. This is 1-B." He mentions in broken statements as she nods and shyly makes her way into the class.

Sleek black soft jeans hug her thighs, not too skinny nor too heavy, she is just right and healthy with blushing cheeks as she bows to the class in formality and starts her introduction.

"Hello, I'm Kiera Dwayne from Chicago and I would like to seeing you often in the class and outside too. I just need some time to open up." She says positively, the class already liking her as she smiles gorgeously and smittens everyone with that, even Mr.Anderson who nods his head and takes the chalk from the desk.

"Welcome to 1-B, Kiera Dwayne. Please have a seat beside Hana. I will assign Hana to guide you through the campus if that is necessary for you." He asks for her as she nods and says.

"Yes sir, I'll be needing that."

"Lunch time. Go to the cafeteria too." He says, giving much of the yandere vibes to the people as he behaves the same with everyone else.

The students and his fellow staff members like to tag him as the hot looking, cool headed person who never smiled in his entire four years of working in this specific institution.

He was only like that, it was his undeniable self.

And so, Hana and Kiera smile at each other as the kind girl scoots over to make place for her.

"Hey, what's that stare?" The sharp eyes of the male teacher gets everyone's attention as the class's female representative is caught glaring at the poor new girl.

"U-uh...nothing sir. I was just looking at her." She makes an excuse as Eugene doesn't believe a bit in her words.

"This is not to target Sarah but is for anyone who bullies a student, they will face strict consequences from my side as I will be promoted to be your discipline incharge in a few days. Mind yourselves and don't be stupid. Just thought it was healthy to share that." He says sternly as the corridor incharge lady smiles with her lips pursed together and walks away from the place, knowing the class is in wonderful hands of the male teacher of English.

"Well, congratulations on your promotion, sir. I'm sure no one will ever try to mess with you." A boy from the third row speaks up as the class nods in agreement with his statement.

"Thank you, young man. I'd like to keep the school bully free for a healthy learning environment. Now let's get back to the class if the representatives are done with their task. Thank you." He says and the class begins with his lecture.

As for Kiera, she intently listens to the passionate teachings of the male as she is lost in the world of literature and so were the others, thanks to his style of expressions.

The bells rings after forty minutes from the previous bell and the students rush out to transfer their books and prepare for the next class.

Kiera discovers that Hana and herself have the same exact time table for their majors as their IDA was the only things that were different from each other.

"That's your room, Kiera. And I'll show you the entire campus in the lunch hour. I hope you don't mind eating and roaming around." Hana says as Kiera smiles up at her and says.

"I've got a sub on me. Don't worry. I'd love it." She says and they split ways. The art class that Kiera was attending was pretty legit and she had no start up tricks told as she has joined the college after a while from everyone else.

"So you're the new student. Do you have any art pieces of yours on you? That's because a true artist always has something to show off." He says as the class gently chuckles and she does too.

"I don't think I'll classify it as a masterpiece but it's pretty decent, sir." She says and pulls out her doodle book. Flipping a few pages, she gets to the desired page as she turns it around for the art master to judge.

As he does, his expressions convey to her that he was pretty impressed and he takes her permission to show it to the fellow students.

"How is this, dear class?"

"Neat!"

"Brilliant!"

"Boring."

"Charming!"

"Nice!"

All kinds of comments over her art work, good and bad, flow in as she smiles at them all and looks at the octopus reading eight books all at a time wearing a specs and his brain bigger than usual.

It was thoughtful.

"Can we please know what inspired you to draw this? Or is it from the internet?" He asks as she stands up for real this time to show respect towards the professor and answers him.

"No sir, I drew it myself. It kinda helps me motivate to study and be like Mr.Cuddles."

"Aw, he has a name!" The professor cooes and gestures her to sit down as he continues with the rest of the class.

Soon after two more classes, Kiera meets Hana outside their homeroom class and they immediately hold hands.

The pace of this new friendship was a bit too fast for Kiera but she wasn't complaining.

Suddenly, the two encounter Sarah and her little gang right at the entrance of the cafeteria.

"Look who is here fellas! The new need from Chicago!" Says Sarah and her friends laugh as though it was a joke with an actual sense of humor. The people in the cafeteria watch the scene unfold as they quieten down gradually.

As Kiera looked at Sarah, she reeked of the toxic alpha breed of werewolves and the three betas behind her look like their wigs and fake nails costed more than their school fees. Although, Kiera counteracts and cuts everything in one go as she replies.

"Thanks for remembering where I've come from. Please move aside. I have to have a good day instead." She says politely as the large room literally rumbles in laughter.

It was obvious that no one like Sarah for how offensive and bad she was as a person. She picked on the weak, and she has a clan with both boys and girls and they have painfully found out that her father is a pack's leader alpha.

Of course, every alpha has a pack to rule and take care of, but hers wasn't a normal one. It was, what they named it, The Dark Alliance pack of the South East.

Kiera, on the other hand, was just a normal pack member from Chicago and theirs had no significant name. It was humble and taught values of rights and tradition and also defying some of the toxic ones.

"Sarah, please leave her alone. She's new, dammit!" Observing the silence of the alpha girl, the vampire girl says as Sarah just scoffs and pushes her forehead with her finger, making Hana stumble back.

"That's why I love fresh entertainment, sweetie. And you," She points towards Kiera who rolls her eyes and looks at her.

"Meet me after the classes, back at 1-B."

"No one is meeting anyone anywhere, Sarah." The stern voice of a male booms through the quiet room and everyone knew who it was.