Foreword

—Jexi, what would you do if one day you start to feel that characteristic smell of your mate and when you finally see it, it's Alpha Elián or maybe one of his brothers? —My best friend Quero walks by my side through the institute facilities.

I raise an eyebrow and tuck my bag behind my back, adjust my glasses with rings and get ready to speak —You know perfectly well what I feel for that idiot and it's nothing more than hate — I get to my locker and open it to leave the books that aren't there. I need—what would I defend with my life against an attack? Well yes, I would, but only because he is the Alpha and nothing else.

He lays his body down on the vacated lockers —I honestly don't know why you hate him so much—he talks —but that doesn't matter to me, as long as you tell me you don't like his brother, Yannick—he sighs and places his hands on his heated face.

She has always liked Yannick Dhall, and since one day he saved her in the middle of the field from a ball to the face, she has loved him much more. She even has a folder in her cell phone gallery with more than five hundred photos that she has found on the Internet.

No kidding, but I feel like the worst of her obsession with him was when he finished his senior year a couple of months ago.

I cry for three whole weeks... Anyway.

I close the locker after leaving the books and head to the classroom. I smile —I don't like either of the two Dhall brothers, I don't believe in the clichés you tell me either, therefore... You know I'm like that —I shrugged.

Quero puts his thin arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his body —Oh, my dear best friend! —I put my eyebrows together at his soft and mocking tone at the same time —clichés exist, cute boys exist, —he gives me a quick look with a smile —as well as the saying that says: —raises one of his hands in the air— "From hate to love there is only one step."

I roll my eyes and smile, "Yeah, sure."