Legacy: The Alpha's Son And The Enchantress

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girls my age. In fact, many would say I don't act my age, as I'm quite mature in many ways. How

feel uneasy. I can't quite explain it. It's like an energy flows

my input. We arrived a few weeks ago, and today is my first day at one of the

s renowned, yes, but it's the school for the rich kids. It's where the offsprin

at least I don't trample on others to get wh

le, with all its well-maintained and expensive features. It's a beautiful sight, exuding eleg

nly stranger here, so I'll be the center of attent

nd wearing the uniform-opting for the pants ins

but I'll face it with my head held high and without shame

that relaxes me, even though my musical taste isn't what these people are used to. I like

first glance, isn't much different from the outside. Huge staircases lead to the upper floors, and I esti

nge feeling. Even more so in a school filled with people who care more about their bank accounts, morality, and good manner

notice the stares of my new classmate

e myself, especially not now and not here. If they can be, why can't I? After all, unlike them, I don't l

been ingrained in me, I would say. Well, from my mother's side at least. As for my father, a big businessman, he wants me

sion for; business, that's just not my thing. I prefer my corner, at the back of the library, reading a classic bo

h short hair, glasses, bottle-bottom lenses, wearing the school blazer, which is the trademark

playlist and take the earphones out of my ears. And as soon as I do that, her shrill, very anno

ecided to move here at the last minute, without my consent, my enrollment had to c

rs droop, looked at me incredulously but quickly composed herself, giving a shy smile, and started babbling again.

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