The Blackwell Brothers

"Why did I get an F in my English essay?" he yelled in anger, his face red with rage. I flinched at the outburst, but I couldn't help the laughter that escaped my lips. The look on his face was priceless - he deserved it. This was my little revenge.

Last week, he had read my diary out loud in front of the whole school, and they all laughed. I couldn't believe he would do something so cruel. The memory of that day still made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Flashback:

It was lunchtime, and I was walking to the cafeteria, lost in thought. The smell of pizza and fries wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger. I was so caught up in my own world that I didn't notice the crowd gathered in the corner of the cafeteria until I heard my name being called.

"Rose! Rose! Come check this out!" someone shouted.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I walked over to see what all the fuss was about. My heart sank when I saw what was happening. Adrien was holding my diary, and I knew it was mine because it had my name written on it in big, bold letters. But how did he get it? I remembered leaving it under my pillow that morning.

As I watched, Adrien read from my diary in a mocking voice. "Dear diary, today I came across two people making out, and all I could think about was my crush," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I can't wait to finally get to make out with him. I want our first kiss to be magical. I have everything planned out in my head - it will start with a candlelit dinner, then after dinner, he will drive me home, and then I'll kiss him and invite him in for more, and then we will make love. I have never had sex before, I want him to be my first, and then he will confess his undying love to me, and we will live happily ever after."

The cafeteria erupted into loud laughter, and Adrien's eyes searched the crowd until they landed on me. A small smirk played on his lips. "There she is, the virgin omega," he said, and everybody turned to look at me. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Everyone looked at me, some with disgust, some with pity. I fixed my gaze on the floor, not knowing what to do next.

I could hear footsteps approaching, and my chin was raised up. His scent invaded my nose - a mix of spicy cinnamon and smooth lavender. For a second, I felt myself get lost in his beautiful black eyes, but his voice snapped me out of it.

"Tell us, omega," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we're all dying to know who your crush is." I could feel everybody's gaze on me, and my gaze went back to the floor.

How am I supposed to tell him that my crush is him? How am I supposed to tell him that my heart beats for only him? How am I supposed to tell him that he is the only one I want? I thought to myself, my mind racing with anxiety. No, I can't do that. He can never find out that my stupid heart yearns for only him. He will only humiliate me more and make fun of me. No, he can't find out.

I looked up at Adrien, my eyes locking onto his. He was staring at me with an expectant gaze, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I could feel my face heat up under his scrutiny, and I knew I had to think fast.

"P-p-please, I-I-I don't want any trouble, p-please give me back my diary," I stammered, my voice shaking with fear. I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn't help it. Adrien had a way of making me feel like a nervous wreck.

Adrien's laugh filled the hall, a rich baritone sound that sent shivers down my spine. He didn't laugh often, but when he did, he always made me smile. I think he should laugh more often; the sound is beautiful.

"That is not what I asked you, omega," Adrien growled, his voice low and menacing. "Answer the question." His eyes narrowed, and I could feel his gaze piercing through me.

I knew I had to think fast. I couldn't tell him that my crush was him, but I had to give him a name. I looked around the hall, my eyes scanning the crowd. That's when I saw Travis, Travis Vile, the beta's son and also my friend. He has been nothing but nice to me since I got enrolled in Bloodline Academy. He looked at me with pity and a hint of curiosity, and I knew I had to use him.

"Travis, my crush is Travis," I said, trying to sound confident. I could feel Adrien's eyes on me, and I knew he was watching me closely.

Adrien's face fell, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes. But he quickly masked it up and handed me my diary without a word. He turned and left the cafeteria, leaving me feeling confused and relieved.

Phew, that went well. Why did he look disappointed? Was he expecting me to call someone else's name? The small crowd started disappearing and I was left there feeling a mix of curiosity. Why did he look disappointed? Could it be that he feels the same way?

End of flashback

See? He deserves it

Meet Adrien Blackwell, the hottest guy in school. He literally has the looks of a Demi-God, with perfectly styled black hair, piercing black eyes, pale skin, a chiseled jawline, and his muscles,oh his muscles.Everything about him screams perfection, but don't fall for him yet- he's a jerk and my biggest bully. He takes great pleasure in taunting me and has been doing so since we moved to the Bloodline Pack.

Speaking of which, we moved here after my mom passed away in a car accident. My dad thought a change of environment would be beneficial, but I'm not so sure. I still miss her every day, and I know my dad does too. He's just really good at hiding it. My mom was my rock, confidante, and best friend, and she will always hold a special place in my heart.

When we first arrived at the Bloodline Pack, we were immediately assigned our duties. My dad was tasked with working as a servant in the pack house, which is typical for omegas like us. We're considered the weakest and are at the bottom of the hierarchy. However, the alpha, Atlas Blackwell, was incredibly kind and welcoming when we first arrived. He ensured we had everything we needed and even offered to help my dad find a job outside of the pack house. He's a fantastic leader, and everyone adores him.

As for me, I don't work as a servant yet, but after graduation, I'll be assigned my role in the pack house. Unlike my old pack, the Moonlit Pack, omegas are treated relatively well here, but we're still expected to perform chores since we're considered too weak to fight or participate in any important work.

Oh, Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself! Hi,My name is Roseline Ross but you can call me rose,I'm a 17-year-old omega with forest green eyes, brown hair, pale skin, and freckles dusted around my face. I'm thin and curvy, and while I've received countless compliments on my looks, it doesn't matter much since I'm an omega and at the bottom of the pack. Nobody really cares about me.

I'm also a bit of a bookworm and love reading about history, science, and fiction. I'm a bit of a daydreamer and often find myself lost in my own thoughts.

"Is this a joke to you?" he growled, his anger evident in his furrowed brow and clenched jaw. My heart sank, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I think I may have gone too far this time.

"I-I-I'm sorry," I stammered in a low voice, trying to placate him. But he was having none of it.

"Sorry? Screw that," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "You did this on purpose, and I'll make sure you pay for it." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me feeling anxious and apprehensive.

I couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for me. Don't judge me, but I have a huge crush on him. I know it sounds crazy, but there's just something about him that draws me in. He's cute, and the first time I saw him, my heart skipped multiple beats. But the moment his eyes landed on me, he eyed me with disgust, and he's been abusing me ever since.

He's always making fun of my appearance, and since that day, he's made it his mission to bully me relentlessly. He's never hurt me physically, but he's always finding new ways to punish me with crazy chores and tasks. He's even made it a rule that no one else is allowed to bully me except him. It's like he's claimed me as his own personal victim.

I know it sounds masochistic, but I have to admit that I enjoy every bit of it. As long as it means spending time next to him, I'm happy to endure his bullying. I know he hates my guts, but I just can't bring myself to hate him. In fact, I'm convinced that deep down, he has a heart that beats only for me.

I know I'm delusional - he's an alpha's son, and I'm a weak omega. I don't stand a chance with him, but a girl can dream, right? As I watched him walk away, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I was scared of what he would do to me next, but at the same time, I was excited to see him again. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help the way I felt.