Chapter Two
Iwalked through the front door of the university and to the admissions office. I pushed through the door and waited at the desk.
“Hi, can I help you?” The lady behind the desk was a tiny old woman with curly hair. She walked over, surprisingly spry in her old age.
“I hope so.” I smiled over at her as my mom pushed through the door.
“There you are.” She smiled over the counter at the woman. “Hi. I hope you can help us. We are here to get my daughter registered for her classes this semester.”
“Oh my. She is starting a little late. Hopefully, the course she wants is still open.” She hustled over to the swinging half door and pushed it open.
“Come here, you two. We will get you settled.” We followed her back to her desk, and she pointed to the two chairs and settled behind her computer. “Now. Why the late start?”
I sat in the chair, and my mom settled next to me. “I was at my father’s pack for the summer.”
She froze mid-type and looked at me. “Alpha Amy Maclean?”
“Yes, ma’am, that’s me.” I smiled. Her hands shook a little.
“Sorry.” She tried a smile, but I lifted a brow.
“Why are you sorry? You haven’t done anything wrong.” I just shook my head as I watched her shudder a bit. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She tried to smile but it fell.
“Are you afraid of us?” My mom offered a soft smile.
“No, not exactly.” She exhaled and looked at us. “As you can probably assume, Alphas are a lot to handle, and choosing courses can get a little hectic.” She did her best to put on a brave front, but I could tell she was worried.
“Well, how about we start like this? Hi, I’m Amy. I am not a typical Alpha asshole, and I am hoping that I can get a spot in the computer science department. If at all possible.” I offered my best disarming smile.
“I can attest that Amy will not be a problem unless someone makes it her problem, and then she will handle it.” My mom laughed at her own joke, and I just shook my head.
“Oh, thank the goddess.” She smiled and looked at me. “You are in luck. Computer Sciences are one of the lesser-chosen majors. Everyone tends to go into business or the health sectors.”
“So I can still get a placement?”
“Yes.” Her shoulders sagged. “Yes, you can.” She clicked a few times.
“I just have to check your admissions. As an Alpha, you get first pick of classes, but we like to check grades.” She clicked through a few more pages and made approving noises.
“Fantastic grades.” She clicked a few more times and then froze.
“What’s wrong?”
“Um, nothing.” She smiled and then clicked a few more times. “I just looked at the teachers and I was surprised at who was teaching this semester.”
“Oh. Okay. Can we also set her up with a dorm and a food card?”
I looked at my mom and lifted my brow. “Why do I need a dorm?”
“I think that sometimes you might want to stay here if your classes run later.”
“Which is actually smart since one of your classes starts at seven at night.” Fuck. Ugh.
“Really that late?”
She coughed. “Your professor for that class has a day job, and he has to come in after, so he asked for a late start.”
Okay. “I can understand that then.” I turned to my mom and nodded. “Plus, if Shannon is staying in the house…”
“Which she is, because Morgan wouldn’t spring for a dorm room. So you also need a place to study.” My mom turned back to the lady. “Mrs?”
“Sandlewood, Mrs. Sandlewood.”
“Mrs. Sandlewood. Is it at all possible for my daughter to get a single dorm room?”
“Let me check.” She clacked at her keyboard for a few minutes, and then she brightened again.
“Yes, we have one Alpha single dorm vacant.” She looked almost giddy.
She clicked for a few more minutes and the printer turned on.
“Let me get you a few things and then we can charge your food card.” She got up from her desk and walked to the printer.
After a minute or two, she came back over and pushed the papers in front of us.
“Okay, this right here is your schedule.” She flipped to the next page.
“This is a map of the school to help you find yourself. This one is your dorm room assignment. This is the map of the dorm building. The highlighted areas are your dining halls.” She handed me all the papers and went over to the cabinet.
She looked back at me with a weird look, and I had a sinking feeling.
“Usually you would get your key when you were assigned, but since you’re late, I’ll just give it to you now.” She pulled a key on a wristlet and handed it to me. “The dorms are open to move into this weekend, and class starts on Monday morning.”
I looked at my mom, and she shook her head. “You waited until the last minute, didn’t you, baby?” I just grinned.
“I informed the university I was spending the summer at another pack out of their territory.”
“That you did. I saw your note on the file. You were actually the next thing on my to-do list. So you saved me the hassle.”
“Next on your to-do list?” I laughed. “Why?”
“The dean wanted me to follow up with all Alphas who have registered this year to ensure that each got the classes they wanted.”
I nodded along, but my mom frowned. “What happens if a Beta or Gamma wolf picked their classes before the Alphas and were accepted into the program, only for an Alpha to ask for the same spot?”
Mrs. Sandlewood frowned. “Unfortunately, with the newest administration rules, the lower-ranked wolf is bounced from the program.”
“Wait.” I reeled back. “Please tell me I didn’t bump anyone from the program.”
She shook her head. “No. Thankfully, like I said, computer science was a less in-demand program. You were the only Alpha to even request that department. The rest were Gammas, and one Beta.” I sighed and nodded.
But this was something that didn’t sit right with me.
If Alpha’s wanted their choice of department, then we should apply sooner, not expect others to be bumped.
“Good. I didn’t want to take anyone’s spot.” I smiled and looked down at my schedule. I was looking at my classes and the teachers, and I stumbled over a name. The class at seven, the teacher’s name, was left undetermined. “Who is the teacher for the late class again?”
“That is a surprise.” Mrs. Sandlewood tried to smile but I saw a flash of fear. “He wants to be low-key, so he isn’t on anyone’s schedule and he will show up just for the class.”
“Weird, but okay.” I shook my head and stood. “Thank you, Mrs. Sandlewood.”
“Before you go, dear. Since school starts in a few days, the dean has opened the campus for students. You can find out where you need to go, so you will be more prepared for Monday. If you want, you can take a few minutes to find your dorm room and your classes. There are student chaperones outside the dorm building. Just head on over and grab one.”
“Thank you again, Mrs. Sandlewood.”
“No worries, dear.” She turned back to her computer, and we turned to leave.
“Oh, shoot, wait.” We turned back, and she was typing away at her computer.
She waved us over, and we sat back down.
She hustled back to the printer and huffed out a breath.
I could smell a hint of fear that scented the air, and I looked at my mom.
She lifted her finger to her lips, and I just nodded.
Now wasn’t the time to discuss this reaction.
I needed to figure out exactly what Vince was doing, not only in the pack, but apparently here at school, too.
I shook my head in disgust. Everything I've learned this time around paints a clearer picture.
Vince had taught Brandon how to be an Alpha, and I think that was the first problem.
Vince seemed to be the catalyst for the ruination of my life.
He supported Shannon in my last life after I mated with Brandon.
He wanted Brandon to have a strong mate, but he didn’t care what he did on the side.
Up until he stepped down, he would fawn over me as Brandon’s mate.
Then, when Brandon took over, he placated me, telling me I was the true Luna, so what Brandon did with random wolves didn’t matter.
But behind my back, he would tell Morgan everything to speed up the downfall of our bond.
He even said he smelled another father of our child, supporting Shannon’s claims that I was cheating.
Brandon was too weak to even smell his child, and his father used that to ruin us. But it was still Brandon’s fault for believing them. So it will still be his fault when I bring the end to his line.
“Alpha Amy?” Mrs. Sandlewood was back sitting in front of her computer, and fear scented all the surrounding air.
I shook myself and smiled. “I’m sorry. I was thinking too hard.” I watched as she took a deep breath.
“I forgot a few things.” She started; the fear in the air became thicker. She sat there shivering. This older woman was terrified of our reaction, and it honestly broke my heart.
“It’s okay.” My mom tried to calm her. “I forget things all the time.” We both laughed and waited.
Mrs. Sandlewood settled a little and chuckled along with us.
“Oh. Well, some days are like that.” She laughed as she clicked a few times on her computer.
“First thing. I forgot to give you this.” She handed me a piece of paper.
“This is a list of things needed for your dorm. Blankets, sheets, daily life items people take for granted.” I nodded along.
“On the back is a list of things Alpha Vince thinks the Alphas should bring to be easily identifiable.”
I furrowed my brows. “What?” I flipped it over and read what seemed to be a checklist of superiority.
“Louis Vuitton jewelry, or other name-brand items. Luxury brand clothing only. Purses and other accessories should be above $10,000 in price daily.” I looked up from the list, and Mrs. Sandlewood was actually sweating. “Why?”