Madly In Love With Alpha Robin

The Day Mr Robin Turned A Wolf

I hastened my steps towards the school gate, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. For some reason, my fear of being secretly monitored by a stranger, was stronger than ever at that moment.

"Or am I just wary of running into my bullies?" I thought to myself, because boy was I so bullied for no particular reason- except, well- being me.

You never know if it was just that, or a valid fear that's borne out of the rumors of missing children in my town, at least in the past year.

And now that Shawn was also absent from school, my heart beat fast because I didn't know if he was fine.

Shawn was the only one who didn't bully me in the whole school. We weren't friends either- He simply ignored me, and I think that's fine. Maybe he did it to protect himself, because he was a scholarship student and he seemed to be very close to Mister Robinson.

He must have helped him a lot during the processing.

"I wonder why he hasn't been in school for days. I hope he's not a victim of circumstances," I thought, oddly worried for someone who wouldn’t even look at my face.

They say the missing children were usually found weeks later, severed and dead.

Although I've heard it several times, even from mom, I've never seen one of those missing children. Whether that was good or not, I don't know.

"Whatever. I just don't want to be that person," I mumbled, clutching tightly onto my backpack. "Mom needs me."

That's all that mattered to me.

I hadn't walked farther than a pole when I heard some footsteps behind me.

"Oh no."

I hid behind the administrative block with my lips sealed. The footsteps drew nearer to me, and once I realized who it was, my fear heightened instead.

"What's he still doing at school? Does he have to be so creepy on top of his annoyances?" It was Mister Robin, and he was moving so stealthily I could tell something was going on with him.

I could boldly swear I have never seen anyone more annoying than he, only if my mother's husband was not such a jerk.

"What..is he up to?" I scrutinized his figure from my hideout, and shook my head.

He had on a long, thick tail on his behind and half of his body was like a big cat's... No, More like a wolf, I suppose!

He must be wearing a costume...one belonging to my favorite animal for that matter, but why? School is over for the week.

He had in his hand a huge sack, but he effortlessly glided forward, dragging the sack behind him as though it weighed no more than a feather. He went in the direction of his office and I sneaked after him.

"Reveal yourself!" He yelled. I wondered who he was talking to. I froze in my new hideout because I thought he had found me out

"I said, reveal..."

Just when I was about to step forward,  Someone responded with a wince, "Zephyr, don't, please."

Zephyr? I quizzed my mind.

It was a young girl's voice and it sounded so familiar. I trembled. Then the sack made some noise and a drenched body slipped out of it. I saw the figure from where I was hiding.

Anita Cyrus!

Anita was a transfer student from Valleydale High, joined performing Arts department a few weeks after our penultimate year in Oakridge High. Eighteen years, sporty and brainy, and she never got into trouble.

So, what's going on now? That moment, I wished Sir Colin, my neighbour-turned-driver would delay his coming a bit more, so I could see what really went on in the school premises after closing hour, every blessed day.

Being who my circumstances made me become, I should be the first to run from violent scenes, whether make believe or real, but boy, I would give anything to not be at home and upclose to Cameron right now.

Anita came out of the sack, totally drenched with sweat- something stickier than sweat.

"Please, don't hurt me," she begged, sulking. "I feel weak."

"Keep quiet! This will serve as a deterrent for other members who make themselves vulnerable with goddamn mortals!" He said, and I half-chuckled.

What the hell does he mean?

I pulled out my phone to take a video of them from my hideout. My palm was clammy and i struggled to steady my grasp.

"What teacher does role-play rehearsals with only one student, and after closing hour?" I thought. I mean he was the Performing Arts Co-ordinator, but Anita certainly wasn't the only member of the squad, how then was she alone with him?

Something was off. I had many questions, so I waited to get them answered.

He stretched forth his hand towards the air, and a horsewhip from nowhere falls on his palms.

"Nice trick!" I clapped, and stopped almost immediately when I realized my folly.

Thankfully, they didn't seem to have heard me.

Robin drew down Anita's shorts slowly, and that was when my smile disappeared.

"Is he..." Words failed me, as I watched him flog her bare bottom with the horsewhip, completely ignoring her wails.

"What's going on? Why's he beating her up?" This is no longer acting.

I lowered my phone and stared square-eyed at them.

I should call the police and tell them a teacher is harassing one of his students, but I didn't-couldn't.

I nearly came out of hiding, but at that moment, my feet decided to remain transfixed to the spot.

One thing about Mister Robin that I'd never tell anyone because it's so weird is, I admire him.

Now, don't judge me. I know I've called him annoying and so many other names, and that's so very true.

But I admire him. So much I have imagined how it would be like if I lived with him.

Only thing is, I can't explain why, but he seemed immortal, untouchable, and tough in a soft manner somehow, and so I often imagine him to be my home, my safe haven-or my father-the one I never really had.

I hated myself everyday for secretly admiring him.

"No one can save you, I hope you remember that?" He warned her, interrupting my own thoughts.

"NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU." Those deathly words...they sounded very familiar, and so loud in my head I could almost swear that my mother's husband, Cameron was somewhere nearby, dragging my pushover mother with him.

I hated the fact that Robin sounded so much like him now. I hated myself more because I admired him nevertheless.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I have to," He added, facing Anita, as if he had heard my thoughts about him being tough in a soft manner.

What did he mean by that? Is this what Cameron usually thought to himself anytime he raised his hands at mom? I thought.

After Robin flogged her to his satisfaction-about twelve strokes, he lifted her onto his table roughly and continued whipping her.

I should call the police, I said to myself for the umpteenth time but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"You committed two grave offences- that will be a hundred lashes."

As he spoke, I felt hot tears resting on my eyeballs waiting for a trigger to fall down my cheeks.

This is exactly how Cameron dealt with my mom over minor offences.

"I don't want to be a rebound. I want to be free! I just want my own mate!" She cried as Mister Robin-or Zephyr- whatever she called him, tied her hands behind her.

He did it with so much poise that I could almost say Anita didn't weigh a pound. 

"What's all this talk about mates and freedom? Does Anita get beaten for real when she acts?" I checked my phone for what the time said- my driver would be here anytime soon.

"You are doing it again...how dare you stand against me?" He growled, dragging her very long hair, until her back arched.

Then he tied it onto his bookshelf.

"Zephyr," she started weakly. "I am simply tired of being lonely. I did nothing wrong."

Her voice reduced to a whimper.

He lashed her buttocks again, until it started to redden. Does he have to beat her for real since they are just practising the roles?

"A mate amidst your pack, not that goddamn mortal!" Another lash. "How dare you let him touch you?"

"He could never hurt me. He's all I've got," she said matter-of-factly, crying some more. Her breaths were ragged.

"Why are you so concerned? If I'm not wrong, you seem...jealous, and I don't get why, when you don't even like me,” she said again.

I cringed at that scene. Mister Robin "liking" Anita? Yuck! He's way older...but I guess it works, for a folklore setting at least.

They must be preparing for a role where Mr Robin was the Alpha, and Anita, the disobedient Omega in his pack who's hell-bent on going against the rules.

I know, because I read a lot of fiction.

"No. You have your people. He's not one of us. How could you freely walk into the den of an enemy?" Zephyr-let's call him that- chastised her.

Anita spat, and let out a dry chuckle.

"I increase your trials because of your grave disrespect!" By now, I was thrown into a frenzy.

"I didn't. He doesn't know, I swear," she mumbled, as he landed another lash on her back. "I was going to tell him who I am, but he-"

"An half-vamp is a vamp..I wish you knew that he's only gonna suck you dry in the end," Robin fired back before she could finish.

"He's 79% flesh and blood goddamn it," she paused, gritting her teeth, "and even if he's gonna suck me dry, I don't bloody care!"

It was like a movie. I actually rubbed my eyes twice to be sure I was really in that scene, recording them from a corner, and that their words and actions were not just a wild imagination playing out in my head.

"If I can't find true love from my own people, then I rather dine and die with a mortal!"

No, it was so real.

She turned her head towards him, and tugged at his costume...or was that his real skin?

"In a way, we are similar, Anita. We are connected by our loneliness, so you should know that I quite understand what you are feeling." He concluded, sounding more sober than earlier.

"No, you don't,” she said, barely above a whisper, "I am no longer going to wait for my fucking mate. I want Nick, and that's final!"

I wondered who Nick was. I haven't heard that name in the whole school.

"I see you would rather die than be alone for a little while," he deadpanned, and her voice immediately reduced to palpable sobs.

"Yes, you are right,” she whispered, panting heavily, "but you can't kill me. You know what that means-Nick and his gang will come for you."

Robin laughed deeply and shook his head. "Not that I want it, but If it means a war, then so be it. Just know that It will always affect you more than me, or the rest of us."

His eyebrows twitched as he spoke, "It seems you forgot how your father was brutally murdered in the war a decade ago."

A war? I thought.

Anita's expression changed to that of despair. She shook her head trying to delete the memory.

"Stop it," she affirmed, her voice heavy with tears. "Please."

"I didn't mean to remind you of your pain, but if I don't, when will this sink into your thick little skull?"

"I don't want to die. I have to live for him,” she begged, stretching her legs behind her.

He pulled her face to look at his and then said, "Good. I will let you choose your punishment now."

As soon as he said that, two things happened at once. Mr Robin began to sniff around the room, his face scrunched up as if he could perceive something bad.

As if on cue, Anita shut her eyes and started to sniff too.

I instinctively tucked my phone quickly in my uniform pockets and hugged myself.

"Someone is close by," she muttered unevenly. "I can feel it."

“No mortal is supposed to see this,” Mr Robin-or Zephyr- added.

That was when it dawned on me that this was no rehearsal.

"Oh shit, I’m in soup!” I mumbled to myself-I must have given it off with my cologne. It was no longer strong, so they must have a super-strong sense of smell or something.

I slowly stepped backwards in a bid to run from the administrative block.

Stealthily, he moved out of his office and sniffed round the corridor. By now, my heart had already skipped eighteen beats at once.

How did they know? I shut my eyes imagining that I was back at home, huddled in my mother's ample bosom.

"Who are you?" Zephyr-My teacher bellowed. "You better reveal yourself now before I find you."

I could hear some footsteps following after him as I gently stepped back, one foot at a time.

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