"What the hell?" Anastasia blurted out, her voice filled with shock and disbelief.

Liam’s eyes widened in agreement as they exchanged glances, their minds reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

Cobra Storm’s grin stretched wider, a chilling sight that sent shivers down their spines.

Approaching with an unsettling grace, he seemed to relish the discomfort he caused.

His eyes gleamed with a hint of madness, intensifying the mysterious aura surrounding him.

It was as if he held secrets they were yet to uncover.

With a touch of theatricality, Cobra Storm leaned closer, his voice laced with a dark allure.

"Do you not remember me?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of despair as if his question carried a weight that only he understood.

Anastasia and Liam exchanged another glance, their expressions mirroring a mixture of curiosity, wariness, and growing unease.

This stranger’s claim of familiarity left them grappling with fragmented memories and a sense of foreboding.

"I’m afraid not," Anastasia responded cautiously, her voice filled with a mixture of uncertainty and caution.

Cobra Storm’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he bit his lower lip, a gesture that seemed to accentuate his unsettling charm.

"I don’t blame you, my love" he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. "I used to always sit behind you. I was a nobody then."

Liam and Anastasia’s discomfort deepened, their minds racing to make sense of the fragmented memories that began to resurface.

The peculiar name, Cobra, and the ominous surname, Storm, only added to the enigma that surrounded this stranger, leaving them with an overwhelming feeling that they were about to embark on a perilous journey, one that would test their resolve and unravel the mysteries of their intertwined past.

+FlashBack:

Ten Years Ago:

Anastasia, 15 years old, was known for her calm demeanor and her solitary nature during her time in high school.

She would come to study and leave right away, staying out of everyone’s business and ignoring those around her.

However, that changed for one day, one day only, when she noticed a group of alphas and betas gathered around someone who was sitting on the ground.

They were mercilessly taunting and mocking him, hurling insults like "weak," "wimp," "bitch," "stupid," "weak like an omega," "orphan" and more.

Adding to the humiliation, they poured milk, flour, eggs, and dirty water on him.

The sight ignited a fire within Anastasia, and without a second thought, she dropped her backpack and rushed towards the alpha who appeared to be the leader.

Seizing him by his hair, she forcefully threw him to the ground, sending shockwaves through the other bullies.

Their gasps of surprise turned to recognition as they realized Anastasia was their future head alpha.

In a calm but authoritative tone that sent shivers down their spines, Anastasia addressed the bullies in her unbothered yet creepy tone "If I see any of you bullying another student again, I will chop your limbs off and fire all your parents from their jobs. All of you will end up homeless. Go back to your classes now."

Lowering their heads in shame, the bullies retreated back into the school, leaving their victim behind.

Anastasia let out a sigh and turned her attention to the student who had endured their torment.

He was a blond, innocent-looking boy with a petite stature and piercing pure big blue eyes.

Despite being an alpha, his body was so tiny, tinier than an average omega.

His torn shoes and clothes, soaked in milk and flour, hinted at a difficult life.

Anastasia sprinted to retrieve her backpack and crouched in front of him, pulling out spare clothes from her bag.

Speaking with determination, she handed him the clothes and sneakers. "You cannot keep silent while they do what they want to you. You fight them off, either you win or die trying."

She looked into his eyes, conveying a sense of resilience and strength. "Wear these. You are too small, they might be too loose on you, but they are better than staying in those wet clothes. Don’t let them get to you. You stand for yourself and don’t let anyone treat you as nothing. Be someone."

With her words of encouragement, Anastasia left the scene, unaware of the profound impact she had made on the young boy’s heart that day.

She got into her car, never suspecting the lasting impression she had left on someone who had felt seen and protected for the first time.

After Anastasia got into her car, Cobra Storm, the young man she had helped, remained seated on the ground, hugging his legs close to his chest.

His clothes were soaked and torn, with milk running down his face, but none of that mattered to him.

The only thing that mattered was the fact that someone else had shown genuine care and protection towards him.

He stared at the clothes she had given him, seeing them as precious treasures, like the rarest diamonds on Earth.

Slowly, he extended his trembling hand and grasped the clothes, holding them as if they were the most valuable possession he had ever encountered.

With a sense of profound gratitude, he rose to his feet and made his way to the school’s shower and changing room.

As he put on the oversized clothes, he couldn’t help but notice how they engulfed his small frame.

Despite being alpha and a seventeen-year-old, his circumstances had made him look much younger than his age.

Being an orphan and struggling to make ends meet, he had joined high school later than most students.

He worked multiple part-time jobs just to afford his rent and basic necessities.

The thought of someone standing up for him, especially the future head Alpha, was beyond his wildest dreams.

At that moment, as he embraced her clothes and caught a faint trace of her scent, a surge of emotions flooded his heart.

He didn’t fully understand the feelings that welled up within him, but his heart knew.

It was a mix of gratitude, admiration, and a newfound sense of hope.

For the first time in a long while, Cobra Storm felt a glimmer of belonging and the possibility of a brighter future.

Determined to rise above his circumstances, he held onto Anastasia’s words and the memory of her unwavering support as a guiding light.

With renewed determination, he embarked on a journey to become the person he aspired to be, carrying her impact with him every step of the way.

As time passed, Anastasia continued her routine, unaware that Cobra Storm was always present, following her in every class they shared.

He sat behind her, his gaze fixated on her throughout the lessons.

Although she couldn’t see his constant observation, she could feel the collective stares of the school, both admirers and those who envied her as the future head alpha, the only true-blooded alpha in the entire school.

Cobra Storm, like many others, found himself drawn to her presence.

Some admired her from afar, secretly harboring crushes, while others resented her and desired to be in her position.

However, they all had to keep their feelings hidden, knowing that challenging or openly expressing their emotions towards her would lead to their defeat.

Anastasia remained oblivious to the attention she garnered.

She didn’t care about anyone, including Cobra Storm.

For two months, he continued to sit behind her in class, hoping she would notice him, but she remained indifferent.

In an attempt to capture her attention, Cobra Storm began writing letters to Anastasia.

He poured his feelings onto paper, expressing his admiration, gratitude, and the impact she had made on his life.

He carefully placed these heartfelt letters in her school locker, hoping she would discover them and understand why she hadn’t read any of his previous letters.

Deep down, he wanted her to know the profound effect she had on him, how she had given him hope and ignited a drive within him to become a better person.

He yearned for her to acknowledge his existence and see him as more than just a face in the crowd.

With determination in his heart, Cobra Storm decided it was time to take a bolder step.

He would devise a plan to ensure she read his letters and unravel the mystery behind her indifference towards them.

He wanted her to understand the depth of his feelings and the significance of their connection, even if it meant venturing into unfamiliar territory to make it happen.

The morning sun shined through the hallway windows and lit up the rows of lockers.

Cobra hid in the shadows, staring at Anastasia’s locker with an intense, almost obsessive gaze.

It had been three long months since that day she stepped in and helped him against the bullies.

For those entire three months, he thought about her every single minute - the way she looked, the sound of her voice, even the smell of her hair.

He wrote her so many love letters pouring out his deep feelings for her.

But she didn’t reply to any of them. Or even show him any kind of reaction. Did she understand how he felt? Or did she just not care at all? Did she ignore him on purpose?

The loud bell rang, making Cobra jump.

Students came rushing out of the classrooms, pushing and shoving to get through the hallway.

There was Anastasia, looking beautiful and graceful while everyone else seemed like normal, plain kids.

Some students stared at her as she walked by, but she ignored them all as if they were transparent to her.

Cobra watched as she approached her locker and opened it.

Instantly, a flood of letters poured out and scattered across the floor.

He realized with a sinking feeling that he wasn’t the only one obsessively writing to Anastasia.

Her locker must have been constantly stuffed with love letters from other admirers too.

Without hesitation, Anastasia began scooping up the letters and dumping them straight into the trash can.

She didn’t even pause to check who they were from.

It was clear this was a regular occurrence for her - so many love notes that she just threw them all away without reading any of them.

At that moment, Cobra understood why his letters went unanswered.

To Anastasia, they were nothing special - just more clutter amongst the piles of notes she received constantly.

She wasn’t interested in pursuing teenage romances and flings.

His lovesick words fell on deaf ears.

A pit of jealousy and despair opened in Cobra’s stomach as he watched his crush so coldly rejecting not just him, but anyone who tried to woo her with letters and notes.

How could he ever make her see how different, how real, his feelings were compared to those meaningless words littering her locker?