Chapter 2

• Marked As Theirs
• Chapter 2
• Veronica's POV
• He was tall and…breathtaking.
• His hair was blonde and messy, as if he had just run a hand through it. “What’s with everyone hating neatly styled hair?” I thought. Not that I liked either anyway.
• And ooh, his presence…was commanding.
• ”He's an Alpha, after all,” I concluded, coming back to reality.
• Wait. He dropped me.
• The awe turned into anger.
• I pushed myself up, my cheeks burning, and clenched my jaw.
• He tilted his head. “Who are you?”
• His voice was deep and carried an authority that sent a shiver down my achy spine.
• He continued not waiting for my response (not that I was going to answer him, anyway), “You ran into me.”
• I blinked.
• What?
• I had just hit the floor because of him, and he was acting like I was the problem?
• I swallowed the retort bubbling in my throat. This was Alpha Adnam. If there was one thing Uncle Liam had hammered into my head, it was that respecting an Alpha is a must.
• So, instead, I lowered my gaze slightly, clenching my fists at my sides. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
• He lifted his brows like he hadn’t expected me to admit that.
• Then he turned away.
• “Are you okay?” A female voice asked, and I turned to see a girl with ginger curls and striking blue-green eyes looking at me with concern.
• She glared at Adnam's retreating figure. “Unbelievable. You’d think an Alpha would have better manners.”
• I bit the inside of my cheek, unsure of how to respond to her. I wasn't really big into friends…courtesy of how my parents brought us up.
• She extended a hand. “I’m Taylor.”
• I hesitated for a second before taking it. “Veronica”.
• She smiled. “Well, Veronica, you just met the biggest arsehole in this school.”
• I laughed, but my pulse was still racing.
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• The classroom was already filling up. I scanned the room for an empty seat.
• Then I saw him.
• Adnam.
• A guy was talking to him in the back, but it looked like he wasn't paying attention because his eyes skimmed over the students as if he owned them.
• In a way, he probably did, to some extent.
• I quickly looked away and followed Taylor, who was heading to her seat.
• Unfortunately, the only available seat was in front of him.
• I pressed my lips together. Great.
• Taylor whispered as she sat on the seat next to mine. “Chill. You won't have to look at him.”
• The teacher walked and called the class to order. “As most of you have probably noticed, we have a new student.”
• I stiffened as every eye in the room turned toward me.
• “Introduce yourself.”
• I swallowed and rose to my feet. ‘Just my name and my pack.’
• “I’m Veronica Sebastian, from the Northland Pack.”
• “The Northlands? Seth's?” someone whispered at my front.
• “Girl, I told you she came with Seth and Beau.”
• I ignored them and sat back down. The teacher continued, and the class went on.
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• I had spent my classes super aware of his presence behind me. He didn't say a word to me, but that didn't stop my senses from being on high alert.
• “What the hell is wrong with me?” I groaned.
• “Veronica, are you okay?” Seth asked, looking me up and down.
• I raised a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
• He leaned closer and inhaled before his face crunched up. “You smell like him.”
• I blinked, taken aback. “What?”
• “Alpha Adnam”, he answered. “It’s not strong, but I can perceive it.”
• “Ah ah. I bumped into him this morning.”
• Seth had an enhanced sense of smell—a generational gift among the Northlands. He could pick up even the faintest scent, no matter how much time had passed.
• “I’m fine,” I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.
• “Are you sure?” His voice is serious. “Because I know how you get when—”
• “I’m fine, Seth,” I repeated firmly.
• Beau appeared beside him and set his tray down. “Man, I swear Coach is trying to kill us.”
• Seth didn't reply. He was still watching me.
• “Seth, drop it.”
• He sighed. “Alright. But if anything happens, you tell me.”
• “This is going to be an interesting semester,” Taylor muttered under her breath.
• I wasn’t sure I agreed.
• The rest of the day passed away faster than I wished. Every time someone mentioned Adnam, my ears shot up.
• I blamed it on the fact that I had literally fallen into him.
• Not because he was an Alpha. Or because his presence demanded attention.
• Definitely not because of that.
• I sighed and shut my locker as Taylor leaned against the one beside it.
• “Are you heading home now?” she asked.
• I shook my head. “I need to stop by the library first. I don’t have the History textbook.”
• “Oh, good,” Taylor said, straightening. “I was going to offer to come with you, but I already suffered through History last year.”
• I chuckled. “I’ll be fine.”
• “See you tomorrow, Northland.”
• I watched her walk off before turning toward the library. For the first time since morning, I felt like I could breathe.
• I made my way down the shelves and searched for the right one.
• I heard a sigh, and my head raced with thoughts. ‘Is someone here with me?’
• I dismissed it and continued searching. I heard a rustle this time, and I followed the sound.
• I froze at the sight before me.
• Adnam was leaning over someone…a girl.
• Cecilia Whitlock?
• I didn’t know her personally, but I had heard about her—admiration, or was it envy?
• His girlfriend has been with him since childhood. She was a hybrid from the Southland Pack. The kind of girl who looked perfect beside an Alpha, blah blah.
• And right now, she was definitely beside him.
• She moaned as his lips moved to her jaw, and a strange feeling settled in my stomach.
• It was damn uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure why I felt that way.
• It wasn’t jealousy.
• I had no reason to care who Adnam kissed.
• But I did.