Marked by the Alpha Team (Luna Merrick) novel Chapter 2

Viral on Day One

LUNA

Orientation did not go well.

I slipped into the track complex five minutes late, breathing a little harder than I’d liked with my curls sticking to my neck like they were out to get me. Coach Ramirez stopped mid-sentence as soon as he noticed me, and stood still with his arms crossed, and his dark eyes narrowing on me like I’d personally insulted him.

Everyone else, which was about twenty other scholarship athletes, turned to look in my direction, which was one of my worst nightmares, so I quickly mumbled an apology about the bus being late and took the only empty seat at the back.

For the next hour Coach drilled us on rules, schedules, and expectations, and every time his gaze swept the room, it stayed on me a second longer than everyone else. When he handed out the practice calendars, he had practically slapped mine into my hand and muttered, “Don’t be late again, Merrick. We don’t hand out full rides to people who can’t tell time.”

Great. First day and I was already on his bad side. Could this day possibly get any worse?

By the time we were dismissed, my stomach was in knots. I grabbed my duffel and got out of there fast with my head down, trying to ignore the curious stares from the other runners. I just wanted to find my dorm, unpack my bags that I’d been told were already waiting in my room since I sent them in advance, and after that, I’ll pretend the morning hadn’t happened.

Hawthorne Hall was supposed to be a ten-minute walk from the athletic complex, but it felt like thirty. The campus was even bigger than I thought, the paths twisting between old brick buildings and wide lawns. My phone map kept spinning, and every time I thought I had the right dorm, it turned out to be the wrong one. I must have circled the same courtyard twice.

Finally I found Hawthorne, a tall red-brick building with ivy crawling up the sides, and I pushed through the front doors, relieved to be out of the sun. The lobby smelled like popcorn and cheap perfume, and just as I was walking past, a group of girls lounging on the couches would look up at me. They stopped talking, and just stared like they had never seen a person before, then one whispered something to her friend, and they both smirked.

I kept moving, heading straight to the third floor, room 312. The hallway was loud with doors open, music playing, and girls laughing. Every time I passed an open door or a cluster in the hall, more heads turned, I got more stares, and there was more whispering. I felt like I’d grown a second head or something, and my cheeks burned, but I kept my chin up and walked faster.

When I finally found 312, the door was slightly open. I pushed it wider and stopped dead.

The room was decently sized, with two beds, two desks, and two closets with sunlight pouring in through a big window. One side was completely bare with white walls, an empty desk, and a neatly made bed. Mine, I guessed.

The other side? Total chaos.

Posters covered almost every inch of wall space. Shirtless guys with perfect abs and smoldering looks, rock bands, movie stars, and then… wolves. Big, gorgeous photos of wolves running through snow, wolves howling at the moon, and wolves with glowing eyes. One huge poster showed a half-human, half-wolf creature that had ripped muscles, claws, fur along the arms, and a face caught somewhere between man and beast.

I stood there staring, duffel still on my shoulder. What the hell was this?

The door swung open behind me, and I jumped.

A girl with bright red hair piled in a messy bun bounced in, arms full of books and a half-eaten granola bar. She had pale skin, round glasses, and a wide, contagious grin that lit up her whole face the second she saw me.

“You must be Luna!” she said, dumping her stuff on her bed. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I had film theory and the professor talks forever. I’m Ivy. Ivy Hart. Hi!”

She stuck out her hand, and I shifted my bag and shook it awkwardly.

“Luna Merrick,” I said. “Yeah, hi.”

Ivy glanced around like she was seeing the room for the first time. “Sorry about the mess. I meant to clean up, but I literally ran out the door this morning, but as you can already tell, that side’s all yours.” She pointed to the empty half. “Decorate it however you want. Put up posters of hot athletes or whatever. I bet you’ve got some good ones.”

I blinked. “How did you know I’m an athlete?”

She laughed, a bright, bubbly sound, and flopped onto her bed. “Girl, you’re famous now. Didn’t you know?”

I frowned. “Famous? What are you talking about?”

Instead of answering, Ivy dug her phone out of her pocket, scrolled for a second, then turned the screen toward me.

My stomach dropped.

It was a video, a crystal clear video of me lining up next to Ryder on the football field, me pulling ahead in the race, and me crossing the end zone first. Ryder bent over, hands on his knees, looking stunned, and the camera zoomed in on the team, catching how all of them had frozen, and stared at me like I was a ghost. You could even hear someone whisper “Omega” near the end.

The caption read, ‘New girl smokes Ryder Graves on his own field. Who is she???’ with a couple of dumb emojis, but it surprisingly had a lot of views.

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