Alpha’s Baby(22)

Got it. She’s a Kappa. I ignored her. There was no point in engaging in conversation with someone from Kappa about the night of the Sacrifice.

“Hey, do you hear me talking to you?” she hissed when I didn’t respond.

I looked up from my work and gave her a blank stare. “I thought you Kappa chicks were good at taking dicks—I mean, hints.”

Veronica’s eyes flashed dangerously, and I could instantly tell that she was one to watch. “That was a really low blow.”

“I’m sorry,” I said with false sincerity, “but seriously, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Veronica became silent for a moment. “I don’t see how you both can claim you didn't recognize each other.”

I clenched my teeth, jutting out my jawline. “We didn’t.”

Veronica’s look turned soft. “Tell me how. I’ll listen.”

I wondered briefly if it was worth my time engaging her. She obviously had ulterior motives, and the way she presented herself made me feel that she couldn't be trusted. Either way, I decided there was no harm giving her a little bit of the truth. And maybe I just needed someone to hear the truth about that night.

Talking quietly as to not disturb the class, I told her all about my starting at South State as an All-Star, in-demand athlete, my fight with a fellow teammate, and then my subsequent transfer to NSU.

“And so, that’s how I wound up here,” I said when I was done with the story. “I had no idea Bella was enrolled at this school. I thought she was going to a different school, which is why I didn’t believe that the Sacrifice could be her.”

“I see,” Veronica said softly, her expression fraudulently empathetic. “I can see how that could make your eyes lie to you.”

I sighed inwardly. I could tell that she was lying and that she didn’t believe one word I said, but it didn’t matter. None of these people mattered.

Instead of continuing the conversation, I went back my work and ignored Veronica for the rest of the class. I’m sure it drove her crazy, but I didn’t care. In fact, I took enjoyment that my snub would bring her estimation of her hotness down a notch or two.

When class was called and I was gathering my books, Veronica stepped up to my side.

I was immediately hit by a bubblegum-type fragrance that made me think Veronica George was cheap.

“We should totally hang out sometime,” Veronica suggested hopefully, placing a hand on my shoulder. I knew what she was offering—a good time and sex—which was surprising, all things considered. She wasn’t my type even before Bella, and now . . . I eyed her wearily, and decided that she needed to be knocked down another peg or two. “Sorry,” I said with a wide, mocking grin. “Your mouth isn’t wide enough for my dick.”

Dusting her hand off my shoulder like it was an annoying insect, I let out an amused chuckle and walked off, leaving Veronica standing there with her mouth wide open in shock. I probably shouldn't have, but from what Bella told me about her, she deserved it.



After a long day of classes, I walked back to the Alpha fraternity house. Unlike Bella, I hadn’t moved out after the night of the Sacrifice. I was seen as somewhat of a hero. The guys had all been willing to cut me slack about what happened, especially because of Bella’s smoldering looks, and some even thought better of me because of it.

I didn’t think it was fair, but little did I know that I was about to get my first dose of criticism from a bunch of enraged feminists.

On the manicured lawn in front of the Alpha frat house, I encountered a small group of female protesters holding up signs. I figured they were part of a religious chapter of NSU, given the signs of protest they carried. Huh, religious feminists. That was a new one to me.

I found it amusing there was not one guy among their group. For a moment, I debated on ignoring them and continuing on inside the frat house. But then I thought I needed a laugh and walked over. As I approached, the majority quieted down, seemingly surprised that I had the balls to confront them.

“Is all of this really necessary?” I growled menacingly at the girls, walking up with faux anger. I stopped in front of the group and assumed a stance of authority, placing my hands on my waist and glaring at them.

“We are protesting the sin that goes on in this house,” a protester said. “It is a filthy affront to the decent students who go to this school with all the drinking, partying, and sex that goes on in there. Not to mention members like you, who exploit your position.”

I didn't bother to respond. There really was no arguing. They'd get tired soon enough.

Inside the frat house, it was a hub of activity. There were groups of my brothers sitting around the dorm living room, engaged in conversation with serious-looking school officials. I lowered my head and quickly walked through the room, not wanting to be called over and badgered with questions.