Side Story 2

He walked in slowly, each step heavy enough to make the entire cafeteria tense. Instinctively, every one of us bowed our heads. Even I did—it was automatic. “I said,” Owen repeated, voice deeper now, “who threw that mashed potato on her?” This time he wasn’t asking. He was commanding. And he definitely wasn’t joking. After a long, painful silence, Ambrose slowly rose from his seat. Of course it was him. I wasn’t surprised at all. He was Lara’s wannabe boyfriend—the one who acted tough but shrank whenever real authority walked in. I’d heard she had told him to stay quiet because the future Alpha was around. And when wants to woo Owen. “It—it was me,” he stuttered, trembling so badly the tray in front of him rattled. “I just… wanted to scare her.” Someone yelled from the back, “Eww! Ambrose is peeing himself!” All heads snapped toward his legs— —and sure enough, a tiny wet patch was spreading. Laughter exploded. Louder than before. Crueler. Oh wow. He could actu