The Alpha And His Beautiful Monster

Victoria's POV

Our teacher was mid-lecture when a gasp rippled through the classroom, especially from the girls. I was too exhausted to care. I kept my head down on my notes, not daring to lift it to see what the commotion was about.

"Good morning, ma'am."

A male voice cut through the air—unfamiliar, yet sending unexplainable tingles down my spine. Still, I kept scribbling in my notebook. I am the Queen of this school. I shouldn't care who walks into our classroom. But I couldn't deny that his voice was magnetic. I could have listened to it from evening until morning.

I wondered why I felt so down today. Maybe because I couldn't deny the truth, even if it horrified me. I couldn't forget the face of the young man who had crossed the pedestrian lane on a green light—the reason our car had almost skidded off the road. I could have died.

He had looked so hot. So handsome. He walked like he didn't care about anything around him.

He was wearing all black. I wondered if it was his favorite color. I shook my head, annoyed that I couldn't stop thinking about his physique. He was tall—maybe six feet two inches. Beneath that leather jacket, I could tell lay a toned body. He walked like he owned the world, radiating confidence, and I somehow knew he had a beautiful smile. I hated myself for thinking about the young man who had almost gotten me killed this morning.

"So, you are the transferee?" our teacher asked.

I presumed he nodded, since I couldn't hear his response. But curiosity got the better of me. I raised my head. I couldn't believe he was looking directly at me. I couldn't deny it—he was the most handsome guy I had ever met. His gaze alone could melt anyone's heart.

"Please introduce yourself to your classmates," our teacher said. I could tell even she was fascinated by his charm. I hated myself for a moment, appreciating his looks despite everything.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Oliver Prize, and I hope I can be friends with everyone."

The new guy spoke, but his eyes were still locked on my face. My heart skipped a beat when his gaze lingered on my lips.

His semi-long, sleek jet-black hair was styled back at the sides, making him look even more appealing. For the first time, I had met a guy who passed all my qualifications. Then it dawned on me: he was the same guy who had crossed the pedestrian lane this morning. My entire body began to shake as I remembered what he had done to us. I frowned at him before looking back at the board, ignoring the giggles of my female classmates.

I felt drained from the fright. As our teacher continued the lesson, I suddenly lost the urge to participate. I loved mathematics, but today I only answered when called upon. Usually, I raised my hand before anyone else could. I couldn't stop my limbs from trembling as I remembered what happened to my driver and me earlier this morning.

The loud screech of tires and the blaring horn still echoed in my mind. I had been terrified, unable to stop myself from screaming as my body was thrown from left to right. My hands gripped the seat tightly, my body slamming against the car door. At the same time, I saw Jason trying to control the steering wheel, swerving to stop the car as we spun around on the highway.

I was so glad there were no cars behind us. I released a sigh of relief when I realized we were both safe. Aside from the shock, I almost had a heart attack from anger. I had been frightened when I saw the young man walking calmly across the street on a green light.

"Are you okay, Victoria?" Jason had asked me.

I scowled at him. I could tell my driver was teasing me to help me stop feeling scared.

"How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Victory," I said. My favorite driver chuckled.

"Yeah, but your dad loves calling you Victoria. You have to love your name, my dear," he said, shaking his head.

"My parents are the only ones who have the right to call me by my first name. My friends call me Victory, Jason, and you have to do the same," I replied, seeing him grin.

"I am not your friend, Ma'am. I am your driver, remember?" he replied.

I smiled at him. He didn't know that, to me, he was like a father. His wife, who was my nanny, was like a mother. My own parents were always away, busy running our businesses.

"You don't need to remind me about that, Jason. You have forgotten you are my favorite driver. That is why I never allow anyone to drive me to school except you," I said. He looked at me and grinned.

"I just want you to know that you have a beautiful name," he said, watching me with tenderness as we got back on the road.

"Are you okay, Victory?" he asked later.

I nodded at him. "Yes, Jason, I am fine."

He released a sigh of relief. I asked him to slow down a bit because I couldn't deny I still felt terrified.

I could hear the loud pounding of my heart against my chest as I ran late toward my first period. I hated being late. I had never been late in my entire life, not since I started school. I thought today would be my first time. Who could have thought someone would cross the road in the middle of a green light?

I thought I would die today. My throat was still dry from screaming. I could tell Jason needed to go to an ENT specialist for an ear check-up; I must have damaged his eardrums with my screaming. He couldn't blame me for feeling terrified. That man was insane. How could he walk into the middle of the road on a green light?

I felt so relieved that our teacher wasn't yet around when I got inside the classroom.

"Good morning, Victory!" my classmates greeted me.

I knew their greetings always boosted my energy. It reminded me that I was the Queen of this campus, the daughter of Nicklaus and Zafirah Winner. I only smiled at them as I slowly walked toward my chair. Just in time, our teacher arrived. I slumped into my seat, knowing I looked haggard this morning.

I snapped back to the present as I listened to our teacher continue the lesson, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the new guy. I realized he was the same guy I couldn't stop thinking about, even though he had almost gotten us killed.

The moment our teacher dismissed the class and left the room, I stood up. Almost everyone was still inside. I could tell they all wanted to know more about the new guy, but I had a different reason for staying. I wanted to confront him.

"So, your name is Oliver Prize?" I asked.

I heard my female classmates gasp. They realized this was the first time I had shown interest in a guy. I never got close to any boy.

"Yes, sweetheart, I am," he replied.

His cocky attitude made me want to slap him right away, but I controlled my poise. I was the perfect girl on campus. I moved with confidence and grace, and I would not tarnish my reputation because of this one hot boy.

"Don't 'sweetheart' me. You have no right to call me that," I replied. He chuckled.

"How dare you cross the pedestrian lane on a green light? Do you have any idea I almost died today because of your recklessness and stupidity?" I said, no longer able to control my voice. I could feel my entire body trembling with anger, yet he only smiled at me.

"Are you sure about that? Isn't your driver the foolish one? He almost hit me. I could have died right there in the middle of the pedestrian lane," he said calmly. I couldn't believe his guts.

"Now I realize what they said about you was all true," he said flatly. It made me raise my eyebrows.

"What do you know about me when you are just new to this school?" I said, trying to control my anger because I knew our classmates were enjoying the show.

I felt my knees go weak when he moved closer to me. I tried to step back until my body hit the teacher's desk. He kept striding toward me.

"Oh, baby, I know a lot about you. Even your deepest secrets," he said, looking me in the eyes.

His words gave me goosebumps all over my skin. I could feel my heart racing. This was the first time I felt this way toward a boy. Maybe it was because of my hatred toward him. I hated myself for not being able to stop looking at his enticing red lips. How could he have such perfect lips?

What was wrong with me? I kept away from boys because I promised myself I would never let any boy kiss me. I reserved even my lips for my one and only. I was still waiting for him to come. No one deserved to have my first kiss.

Still, before I could think of anything to counter his words, Oliver claimed his prize by capturing my mouth.

I was too shocked to push him away as I felt his soft lips brush against mine. At first, it was like a feather-light kiss. Then Oliver deepened it. I was horrified when I realized I kissed him back. It felt so good as he continued to devour my lips with urgency. It was too late for me to realize he had stolen my first kiss.