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Chapter 160
~Valerie’s POV~
I did not give anyone a moment to catch their breath as I pulled away completely. And as I disappeared from the crowd, all I could hear were my own footsteps and the burn of eyes that had already judged me.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever recover from it.
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~Detention~
By the end of the school day, I’d almost convinced myself the whispers would die down. Perhaps, just perhaps, people would let the scandal breathe.
They didn’t.
The stares still burned. The murmurs still crawled along the hallways. And now, I was being punished for breathing wrong, too.
I walked into the detention classroom, keeping my head high even when I wanted to vanish through the floor.
Professor Glenda—sharp-eyed, steel-boned, and already annoyed—didn’t wait long before she too joined the rest of the students out of spite or good old gossip.
"Ah, Miss Nightshade," she said, voice dripping with judgment. "Nice of you to join us. I trust the paparazzi didn’t follow you all the way in?"
I said nothing. Just crossed the room, slipped into a seat at the back, and pretended she didn’t exist.
Instead, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my tiny, barely noticeable earbuds and shoved them in.
Music. That’s what I needed. Just something loud enough to drown out the noise or calm enough to suit my soul.
I chose loud.
The classroom buzzed faintly. Others scribbled in notebooks, scrolled through tablets, or whispered gossip they thought I couldn’t hear. I didn’t care.
At least, I didn’t... until the door creaked open again.
A hush swept the room like a blade. All the girls snapped to attention. Even the air changed.
I didn’t look up until I heard the heavy, confident steps. Their scent assaulted my nostrils first before anything else.
Dristan and the others.
Six shadows poured into the room like royalty crashing a funeral. The Heirs—every last one of them—walked in like they owned the damn place.
My music died in my ears. Slowly, I removed one earbud and looked up.
Whispers sparked instantly. "Are they here for her?"
"They really followed her?"
"This can’t be happening..."
Professor Glenda’s lips pursed so tightly they nearly disappeared. "Why are you here, Alphas?" she asked in a deceptively calm voice.
Dristan stepped forward, arms folded. "We’re joining detention."
"You weren’t given detention," she said flatly. "And this is my classroom. If you do not mind, leave. Now."
Axel gave her a slow, easy smile. "Now, now, Professor. Don’t be shy. We just wanted to support our... classmate."
"Support," Xade echoed, voice like velvet laced with danger. "We couldn’t let her suffer alone."
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