My Hidden Identity Was Exposed at a Classmates’ Reunion

Attending a high school reunion, I rode my motorcycle to the venue.

By the time I arrived at the Moon Valley Hotel, most of my former classmates were already there.

Everyone seemed to be doing well for themselves. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars belonging to high-ranking pack members. There was even a Rolls Royce that belonged to the son of an Alpha.

As I dismounted from my motorcycle, a former male classmate I barely remembered looked at me with disdain.

"Well, well, if it isn't our former class president. Still riding a basic bike like an omega, I see."