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I look up in surprise and see that among the alphas there are two omegas and one beta. And the omegas are none other than… Zion and Kaen!

"Well, look at that, I didn’t know you went to this college," Zion calls.

I slow down reluctantly, because all eyes are on me with the kind of attention I never want, and they’re all drunk enough that this can’t lead anywhere good.

"Hey Alex, we transferred here after some issues at the start of the semester. I always wondered what happened to you," Kaen adds.

He turns to the others and explains, "Guys, Alex and his boyfriend were kind of famous. They got a few alphas expelled from our high school over some stupid prank. When your dad’s a prosecutor, you can get away with that stuff, hahahaha."

That introduction definitely doesn’t make me likable to anyone, but Zion and Kaen never liked me anyway. I knew perfectly well they were into Bay.

"My dad is dead," I whisper, but they ignore it.

"So how’s Bay? Where’d you leave him? You two seemed glued together like some lovesick doves," Zion says mockingly.

"We’re not together anymore. Turns out we weren’t compatible," I say, because it’s better to give them some negative information about me, something that might make them pity me instead of getting annoyed with me.

"Oh, poor thing. And here I thought you two would grow up to be True Mates."

They both giggle. They don’t care. They’re pretty drunk; I can guess why they had to change campuses.

One of the alphas keeps staring at me and says, "You’re kinda cute, a pretty little nerd. I remember you from statistics. Want to go to a party at Dorm G with us?"

"Oswald, what’s with you and nerds," Kaen mutters and laughs.

But the alpha doesn’t give up. "The party starts in ten minutes. We’ve got plenty of supplies," he says, wiggling his eyebrows and pointing at what I assume are beer six-packs.

"No thanks. I spent the whole afternoon at a lecture with one of the professors, and I’m tired."

"Nothing like relaxing after a long day. Come on."

Zion and Kaen step toward me and grab me by the arms, tugging me firmly toward the others.

I could resist and make a scene, but I know that would only make things worse, so I decide to let it go and slip away at the first opportunity.

The whole group, loud and rowdy, heads toward Dorm G. Unfortunately that dorm is even farther across campus, and I grit my teeth in frustration.

Kaen and Zion chatter nonstop about random high school memories and some mutual acquaintances and how their lives turned out, but their sudden friendliness feels completely fake.I know they always talked about me behind my back and were jealous of me.

"So you’re saying Bay is single now. Maybe I should slide into his DMs," Zion murmurs dreamily. "He’s seriously hot. I saw his pics. He’s bulked up like crazy, and he’s got that sexy vibe, mysterious and a little dark, haha."

I feel a flicker of irritation. Does he really think I’m going to give him my blessing? I really don’t want to talk to these guys.

We reach Dorm G, where a mixer is already going strong downstairs. Loud music, people bouncing around in some messy attempt at dancing. I feel more and more uncomfortable because this isn’t my world. I hate places like this. My personality is the polar opposite of an extrovert. I don’t understand why people flock to noisy gatherings filled with drunk, screaming students.

I desperately scan for a chance to slip away, but Zion and Kaen keep steering me toward some big floor cushions along the wall, pushing me down into one while Oswald brings us drinks.

Obviously I’m not stupid enough to drink anything. I know how mixers work. Drinks aren’t always what they look like.

So I hold my cup and listen to the omegas’ nonstop chatter, interrupted here and there by comments from Oswald and another alpha named Tobias.

They drag me into the conversation now and then, asking stupid questions. They’ve heard about my chess achievements and that I hold a college state champion title.

Zion asks if I’d play against all of them at once. They would team up, and I’d play alone.

I agree, because at least it gets us off their boring topics onto something I can focus on.

Kaen pulls out a tablet and sets up a chess game on some chess app.