Fated To My Lycan Stepbrothers
Chapter 16

"How are you not in detention?" Renee asked. We both had our classes scheduled together. Wolf ranks 101.

I eyed her schedule. "Why do we take the same class?"

Renee stopped me. "You are changing the subject. What? You didn't think I would notice?"

I averted my gaze. She doesn't need to know anything for now. "I am not in detention.. because..." I trailed off loudly when I saw Zeke walking with Mrs. Lau. It all happened slowly, with a small smirk on his face as he passed me. "You bast... I am not some damsel in distress, you know." I muttered angrily. I wouldn't let him hear me.

"What was that?" Renee asked me again. "Why is the most powerful guy in school with the principal?"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Renee asked her a question and answered it herself. I widened my eyes in realization. "That's exactly it! He must be the one. I should confront him right this moment."

Renee shook her head, glancing from me to the already-seated students. "I don't think that is a good idea."

I wasn't listening to her. To me, the most important mission was to replace out if Zeke was behind Mrs. Lau's decision not to send me to detention. I needed to know if he actually liked me or not.

I wanted to know if he wasn't just making advances on me for s****l desires. He and Mrs. Lau disappeared down the hallway. I followed discreetly, damning all consequences of not attending classes. Besides, I was the lowest rank, which was the omega. There was nothing much we could do since we were pathetically weak and submissive.

I hate that a lot. It's why Zeke can mess with my feelings. But if by any chance he wasn't, I was going to replace out.

As I quietly trailed behind Zeke and Mrs. Lau down the hallway, my heart raced with anticipation. Zeke seemed to be muttering something under his breath, and I strained my ears to catch any hints of what he might be saying. I couldn't afford to get caught, especially if they were discussing something important. Zeke may have my head for stalking him.

Suddenly, Zeke paused and took a deep breath, as if sniffing the air for a particular scent. My mind raced with worry. I hoped it wasn't my presence that he was detecting. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself.

To my dismay, Zeke's gaze swept across the hallway and locked onto me. In a split second, I made a quick decision and instinctively ducked behind a nearby corner, hoping to remain hidden. I held my breath, straining to hear their conversation. I held my breath. They were engaged in a hushed conversation. Their words were muffled, making it challenging for me to decipher the details. However, I managed to catch some of their words. What were my ears for if not listening?

"What about Naya? She's been showing improvement lately, hasn't she?" Mrs. Lau asked in curiosity. It made me wonder if there was something I didn't know about. Mrs. Lau was the first to accuse me of bringing the monster to the school. It was ridiculous, yet everyone believed it because I was a lowly omega, and omegas attract monsters, right?

"Yes, she's been making an effort to stay out of trouble. We need to acknowledge that. That's why I asked you for a favor." Zeke spoke in a low tone. It was hard for me to hear his words. Jeez, does he know I am here or what? I knew what my ears looked like at the moment. Long and pointed.

"I agree. Let's make a deal, then. We won't send her to detention again until she serves her purpose. She might be a nuisance at this school, but she is better off making herself useful. You know what I mean." Does everyone know that I am bait? Do they really care for me that much?

Zeke growled under his breath. It rumbled across the hall, making me shiver and wet in between my thighs. "Alright, I think that's fair. Do not call her a nuisance again. Nobody is a nuisance. Are you a nuisance, Mrs. Lau?"

Mrs. Lau's nervous laughter rang out. It was obvious from her voice that she was cautious of the storm brothers. She can't properly breathe in their presence. Zeke was the type to make sure of that. If it were Kyle... Kyle would rather tease you until you dropped dead.

I mentally facepalmed myself. "What am I doing instead of monitoring these people?"

They started walking down the hall, discussing more. It seemed that there was more to the eye. I frowned, knowing I couldn't follow them any longer. "No, no, no..." If I followed them, I wouldn't have anywhere to hide when they turned.

Their conversation continued as they walked down, and my heart fluttered with curiosity. It seemed that they were discussing me and reaching an agreement regarding me getting bullied. That was it, right? It was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I had managed to make a positive impression on them.

Careful not to make any noise, I retreated further back to my class. They had struck some kind of deal, but it doesn't prove Zeke was the one who stopped my detention. I knew Zeke, if I may say so myself, and he wouldn't condone any stupid behavior, especially fighting his brother's girl. I would rather he confront me than go behind my back and defend me. It bothered me a lot.

I opened the door to replace Mr. Diego on the podium.

Mr. Diego was about to write on the board when everyone else noticed me. Not again! "Ah, back in the class, I see! No detention for you today, huh? You must be relieved."

"You knew what happened?" I sighed, forgetting that I was in front of the whole class. Not to mention, Kyle, Brooke, and Darren were watching me with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, it's a small victory, I suppose. But don't worry, I won't let it get to my head." I grinned at him. He was the only teacher who made me feel welcome. What can I say? He acted like my father sometimes.

He jerked his head towards the class, telling me to go and take my seat. I bowed slightly in respect before sitting down, with Renee directly in front of me. She leaned back a little. "Wait, why is Mr. Diego going easy on you? Are you two related or something?" I was about to answer Renée when Darren interrupted.

"Yeah, spill the tea, Brawn! What's the secret?" He grinned wickedly. "Being a w***e like your mother?"

I simply shrugged, letting the insult pass me by like a bigger person. I acted like we were real friends. "No secret, guys. I guess Mr. Diego just has a soft spot for me. Lucky me, right?" Yeah, lucky me. Unlike the rest of you guys, maybe Renee? I don't even know. I have yet to replace out her true intentions for coming close to me. I guess I can't just take her seriously or reject her friendship.

I didn't know my voice was that loud until Mr. Diego turned back to the class. "Oh, well, I wouldn't say I have a soft spot. I just thought I'd give you a break this time. Don't go around thinking I'm all lenient now." He must have really powerful hearing! Ooh, it looks like someone's got a favorite student!" Someone yelled from the back, causing me to slump into my seat in embarrassment.

"Yeah, spill the beans! How'd you manage to charm Mr. Diego?" Kyle asked in mockery. There was something under his tone that I didn't like. He was sounding like a possessive boyfriend all of a sudden. The only difference was the smile on his face. It looked psychopathic.

A nervous laugh escaped me. "Sorry to disappoint you, but there's really nothing going on here. It's just a pleasant surprise." Why was he prodding me like we were in a relationship? It made me uncomfortable.

"Well, now that we've cleared that up, let's get back to business, shall we? As I was saying, my name is Mr. Diego, your substitute teacher for today." Mr. Diego smiled, charming the whole class. Whoa, he is amazing.

Just as Mr. Diego continues with his introduction, my head starts pounding, and the ringing becomes unbearable. I instinctively hold onto my desk for support, but my body starts to sway.

My breath came out in short pants. "Oh no, what's happening?" I yelled in pain.

Renée was beside me in an instant. "What's wrong?"

The rest of the class quickly notices my distress and gathers around me in concern.

"Move!" I heard under the buzzing. Suddenly, I felt a pair of warm hands gently sliding under my neck, providing support.

His hands were comforting, radiating warmth and assurance.