Mated To My Crush's Identical Twin Brother.

Do you think I'll ever be with somebody like you?” Conner's voice echoed through the whole cafeteria.

Tears gathered in my eyes, my breath grew louder each second, and the box of cake shook as my hand trembled from embarrassment. "I...I thought,” my throat tightened as I spoke.

The laughter grew louder.

“How could she think she was worthy to date the son of the Alpha king? A girl with no wolf? You? "You insult us,” Eva, the head of the girls’ cheerleading squad, spat, a look of disgust in her eyes.

Dalderia Academy, the high school I was in, was one of the best schools in Bloodmoon City, a place where elite and powerful werewolves sent their children.

I was nothing like them; I wasn't from an influential family. I had gotten in here by scholarship. But all that glittered was not gold. The rich kids bullied me because I was different from them.

A girl from a poor home, a girl with no wolf.

It's a condition I have no control over. Some girls were just late bloomers, and I happened to be one of the unfortunate ones.

I was fifteen years old at the time I got here. At such a tender age, I had forced myself to come to terms with the fact that I would always be nothing in their eyes. Whether it was an average school or an influential one, I would always be bullied.

But I thought Conner was different from the others.

Conner Rivenhall. Son of the alpha king and the quarterback of the boys’ football team. All the girls wanted to be with him, and I wasn't an exception.

Who could blame us?

He had a smile that could light up a room; his black wavy hair sat perfectly on his forehead and accentuated his looks, as did the way his grey eyes melted your soul when you made eye contact.

But I never imagined that he was as mean as the other students because we had never spoken before. I had summoned courage to confess my feelings to him and had baked him a cake with all the money I had saved, but the look of disgust on his face when I said I liked him made me realize that I would always be nothing to him.

"I...I'm sorry,” I apologized.

“Keep your sorries to yourself, and don't ever pull that stunt again.” He spat, his grey eyes darting at me as if he would cut me with it if he could.

He turned around and marched out of the cafeteria; his friends followed closely behind.

“I don't know who she thinks she is,” a girl mocked as she walked past me.

The bell rang for class, and they all walked out, each throwing insults at me.

Eva walked to me with a smug look on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. “You stupid she-wolf," she cursed.

“Everybody in this school knows that I…” She pointed at herself with her index finger… "I am the one for Conner, so stop being delusional." She slapped the box out of my hand, and it slammed against the ground; the cake splattered against the tilled floor.

My heart sank; I had saved for two weeks to be able to afford the ingredients to make it. My lips parted and my breath hitched as I cried.

As Eva spun around to leave, her blond hair slapped my face; her heels clicked against the floor as she marched out. I held my head down. I could feel the condescending looks from the students burn against my skin.

The hall soon became empty. Only my sobs could be heard.

The students weren't wrong. How could I ever think the son of the alpha king would ever look at me?

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and bent to scoop the cake into the box. I tossed it into the trash and walked out of the cafeteria with a heavy heart.

“Oh, good, Melanie,” our homeroom teacher shouted. I turned around and saw her rushing towards me.

"Mrs. Cole?”

“You are just the person I wanted to see. There's a new student in school. He is going to be in your class. As the top student, you are required to show him around.”

I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 1:30pm. Who started school in the afternoon?

I clenched my fists by my sides. “Can't somebody else do it?” I asked, forcing my shaky voice to stay stable.

"Well, I chose you. Is there a reason you can't do it?” Her brow rose.

I shook my head. “Of course not, Mrs. Cole.”

“Good, he is standing in front of the principal's office. Good luck." She tapped my shoulder and walked past me.

Sucked in a deep breath, I wrapped my hair up into a ponytail as I walked towards the principal's office. I saw a boy standing before his door, his back turned to me.

My head tilted to the side as I observed this person’s figure; it seemed familiar, in fact, too familiar.

That black wavy hair … that build.

“Hello, I'm Melanie Sinclair. I'm going to be your…" my words trailed off as he finally turned around.

It was Conner.

Why was he here when class had begun?

Did he want to see the principal?

His grey eyes met mine; there was something different about them, and they were distant and cold. I quickly turned away from him. Maybe the new student was in the office. As I reached for the doorknob, he suddenly spoke.

“Are you my guide?”

I froze.

There was something about the way he spoke, his accent; it was the most British accent I had ever heard.

I turned to look at him. Was Conner playing a prank on me?

He blinked, waiting for me to respond.

"C...Corner, what are you doing?” I asked with a puzzled expression.

"Argh… I see the confusion." His voice sounded deeper, almost a low vibration. “My name is William,” he said, stretching his hand to me. “William Rivenhall.”

My lips parted. "C…Conners’ brother? twin brother?”

He nodded.

Everyone had heard of Willam. No surprise there since he was the alpha king's son. Willam and Conner were identical twins. When our Luna died years ago, William moved to London with his aunt at just five years old.

It was rumored that our Luna was also a twin and William had clung to his aunt because she looked exactly like his mother.

But no student had ever seen him.

But now he was here at Dalderia Academy?

I slid my hand into his to accept his handshake, my eyes fixed on him as if he were a ghost. “I'm Melanie…argh!” I quickly pulled my hand away from his as I felt a strong zap.

I rubbed my hands against each other, “What was that!” I shouted.

His brow furrowed, his gaze intense, he looked at his hande seemed to have felt it too. “You are my mate,” he suddenly said, his voice filled with shock.

My head snapped up, my eyes widening in shock. "What!” I exclaimed.