Mess with wrong person
Lio's POV
I stepped inside. “Is anyone here?”
And then I froze. Someone was standing right in front of me, their face pale white, glowing in the dark. My blood ran cold. My feet moved on their own as my hands began slapping that… ghost. Again and again.
“Ughh—wait, wait! Please don’t hit me anymore!” a male voice shouted.
The light flicked on. The “ghost” was just a guy, now standing near the switch, rubbing his cheeks where I had smacked him raw.
I blinked. “Wait… you’re human? Then why the hell were you pretending to be a ghost?”
Honestly, I wasn’t about to apologize. What if I’d gotten a heart attack from that stunt? He deserved those slaps. No wonder my last roommate ran away—this guy must’ve pulled the same trick.
“You’re dangerous! How come you weren’t scared at all? And you even hit me! My cheeks are still hurting!” he whined.
The truth? I was terrified. I thought I’d seen my death and just flailed out of panic. But I wasn’t about to explain that.
So I crossed my arms and smirked. “Your tricks won’t work on me. Give it up—I’m your new roommate, and I’m living here from today.”
“Yes, boss. You can live here with me. I won’t bother you again,” he said quickly. “I only wanted the room to myself, that’s why I scared off my last roommate this morning.”
I stared him down, then nodded. He pointed out which bed was mine and bolted into the bathroom. I dropped my luggage beside the bed, lay back without unpacking, and sighed.
But my stomach rumbled. I hadn’t even seen the dorm cafeteria yet.
A few minutes later, the guy came out of the bathroom. His hair was pink now, his skin pale and flawless, his frame short and delicate. He looked completely different—beautiful, actually.
“Wow, you’re beautiful. What’s your name again?” I asked.
“It’s Evan, boss.”
“Don’t call me boss. I’m Lio.”
“Okay, Lio.”
He climbed onto his bed while I checked the time—only four in the afternoon. Still early, but I was starving.
“Hey Evan, have you been to the cafeteria? Can you take me there? I’m hungry.”
“Yes, but the dorm cafeteria is inside the alphas’ dorm building. All the omegas have to eat there.”
So what? Hunger won. “Then let’s go.”
I pulled on black shorts and an oversized T-shirt. My pale legs looked good, and I liked showing them off. Together, Evan and I left the dorm and headed into the alphas’ building.
The moment we entered, Evan covered his nose. I frowned.
“You okay?”
“Yes, but the pheromones are strong here. Good thing I’m wearing blockers, or they’d trigger my heat cycle.”
He looked so cute saying that, I patted his head.
We rode the elevator to the second floor, where the smell of food hit us immediately. My stomach growled.
The cafeteria was massive. Mostly alphas filled the room, but a few omegas sat tucked against their boyfriends. Evan and I glanced at each other—two omegas alone. But that wasn’t going to stop us from eating.
We grabbed our trays, i took ramen, and sat across from each other at an empty table.
“Mmm, this is delicious,” I said, slurping noodles. Evan smiled shyly, enjoying his meal.
But then someone sat down right beside me.
I turned—and my stomach dropped.
It was him. The alpha from the gym. The one who confessed, kissed me without permission, and got a slap in return.
“Did you already forget me? I’m Vidal,” he said.
Evan froze across the table, shaking slightly. I straightened my back. Time to deal with this.
“Look, I know I shouldn’t have slapped you. But you also shouldn’t have done what you did to me,” I said firmly.
Before I could say more, his friends appeared, sliding into the seats beside Evan.
Then Vidal scooted closer, draping his arm across my shoulders. I tried to shove it off—
But suddenly, one of his friends slammed Evan’s face into his plate. Hard. Food smeared across his skin, his eyes turned red, tears streaming down as he struggled against the grip.
“Let him go!” I shouted at Vidal, panic flaring in my chest. “Why are you hurting him when your problem is with me?”
I shot up from my chair, reaching for Evan. But before I could grab him, Vidal caught my wrist and yanked me straight into his lap.
“Just be obedient with me,” he murmured, arms caging my waist. “That’s enough. I won’t hurt your friends if you behave.”
I glared at him. “Are you out of your mind? You expect me to sit here like some dog while your sidekick crushes my friend’s face into his food? Tell him to let go. Now.”
Of course, the one tormenting Evan was Vidal’s lackey.
His grip tightened around my stomach, his smirk pressing against my cheek, but my attention stayed locked on Evan—his small frame trembling, eyes watering as he fought to breathe under the alpha’s hold.
That was the last straw.
I slid off Vidal’s lap, standing right beside him. He leaned back in his chair, still smirking as if he’d already won.
“Done pretending to be strong?” he teased.
I smiled back—sharp, cold. And before he could blink, I seized his head and slammed it down against the table.
The crack of bone against wood echoed through the cafeteria. Unlike Evan, there was no plate to cushion Vidal’s face. His nose hit solid wood with a sickening thud, blood spraying instantly.
Gasps rippled around us, but I didn’t care. My heart was hammering, my hands trembling with rage.